The Gamma´s Equinox

Chapter Eight: Awakening The Boy´s Powers

Warning: This chapter contains a triggering content an abuse and torturing of a minor. Read on your own risk!

Elyes

"Welcome, hybrid." Master´s cold grey eyes looked at the boy with an interest, but I could also see the hatred hidden behind the fake smile that didn´t fool me one bit.

Lucas was looking at him wide-eyed with his mouth slightly opened and I could feel his small body tremble under my hand. I was still holding his arm, so I dropped it. He didn´t even notice as he was fixed on the Master, his pale green eyes switching from him to the candles levitating in the air.

"Wwwwho are you?" he stuttered and unconciously took a step back away from the dark warlock in front of him.

Yes, he wasn´t stupid at all. He realised that this man was not the joking or kind type. Even I, who was used to the Master´s overpowering aura and strength had a hard time to not feel threatened.

Master smiled cruely, his grey eyes changing to the darker shade before they got totally black for second signaling that his dark magic was activated.

"I am the one awakening your powers, boy." Master said with a cold voice making Lucas took another step back essentially hitting the closed door as he gulped and looked over to me with a pleading expression and hopelessness in his pale green eyes.

"Awakening my powers?" Lucas asked puzzled, "What powers? And why did you call me hybrid?" his small body was shivering in fear now, but even through it his voice was steady and just a little bit high-pitched.

"Because, little boy, you are a hybrid. Didn´t your adoptive parents told you? You are a mistake, a tainted witch blood, an abnormality, a deformity. You came from interbreeding between witch and filthy werewolf!" Master spat angrily at Lucas.

I was silently watching the conversation go, but as I looked at the boy whos eyes were filled with tears as a few of them already fell down I felt a pang of pain go straight to my heart. I frowned at the unknown feeling.

Was it pity?

"No! You are lying! I am a werewolf! My mummy and daddy are werewolves!" Lucas shouted as he wiped the tears with the back of his hand.

His little act of defiance made Master smile more cruely as I was sure he saw the potential power of the small hybird. No one dared to defy Master and those few who did were no longer here to talk about it.

"No, boy. I am no liar. Your blood is impure! Spoiled by your weak werewolf father, but you still have a magical power. Which one, that is the secret we need to reveal." Master told him with a wicked grin on hsi face that I knew very well already.

"I don´t believe you. Just wait when my daddy finds me! He is no weak werewolf! He is a warrior! He and my Alpha will rip your throat out!" Lucas´s new found angry voice came as he lifted his chin high.

A throaty laugh filled the office as I watched my Master chuckle evily before his stormy grey eyes morphed into black. The veins on his face started to be visible as the blood changed to black with the dark magic flowing through it. The sight was unpleasant and quite scary and I felt Lucas shiver as his lower lip began to tremble.

He was obviously scared and he definitely should.

"No werewolf is a match to me, boy. You should pray your father won´t be looking for you," Master spoke, his vocie laced with power that shook the room and made me cover slightly, "Becasue if he even does I will kill him!"

"You wouldn´t want your daddy dead, would you Lucas?" Master asked me tauntingly with a vile grin on his face.

"You won´t touch my mummy or daddy! Or I will..." Lucas started to said with a determination that I didn´t know was possible for child to show, but Master quickly interrupted him.

"What?" he laughed, "What can a child like you do?"

I saw Lucas gulp visibly as Master approached him, but he suprisingly didn´t cover back in fear. No, he held his head high and faced Master looking right into his eyes. Although it took about ten seconds before he averted his gaze and moved back a step as if trying ti escape, but that was futile.

Master reached to grab him probably push and frighten him even more as he for sure was alreeady fed up with this conversation and wanted to strat the process as soon as possible. He needed to know if Lucas was the hybrid he was for so long looking for. I wasn´t sure why he was searching for the hybrids, testing them and then essentially killing the, but I overheard him talking about some kind of prophecy.

"Don´t you dare to touch me, old man!" Lucas screamed, his high-pitched voice bringing me back to the reality as he basically pinned himself against the door as if he expecting it vanish and let him escape.

As if someone could actually escape Master. I wanted to scowl, but I held my blank face even though Lucas was clearly pleading with me to help him. I couldn´t do it. I couldn´t oppose to my master. He was the one saving me from the battle, giving me a new chance to live my life. To be a part of something. Even though I didn´t always agree with his ways, I was his loyal soldier.

"You are brave," Master said to Lucas with a small smile that quickly turned to very evil grin, "Or stupid."

"Take him, Lye!" Master ordered and I reacted immediately grabbing Lucas by the collar of his t-shirt and dragging him out of the office as he was fighting to get free.

Thankfully, the walk was short but tense. Lucas was trying to wiggle out of my grasp and I wasn´t letting him go. It was pointless anyway as there was no chance in hell that he would be able to escape from here. The mansion and the surrounding area was protected by the strong spells that Master chanted when he decided to built his coven here.

We entered a small, dimly lighted room with an altar placed in the middle. The smell of sage burning hit my nose as I laid still fighting Lucas down on the altar and tied him down with ropes around his wrists and ankles. He was struggling with all his might, but he was too weak to break out.

In the end he was just a child, powerless and fragile. Something inside me stirred again, my conscience maybe?

I watched as if in trance as Master came carring a tray of herbs and potions. He took one bottle of potion and spilled it down in the circle around Lucas´s wrestling body. The second one soon followed forming an unpenetrable cage around the boy´s fighting form.

He was a warrior I had to give him that!

"Virtutem antiquam appello ut me adiuvaat ut veram pueri naturam evigilemus!" Master spoke calling upon the ancient power to help him show the real nature of Lucas.If he indeed was a wizard the potion around would change to blue, if not it would change to purple.

"Be quiet!" Master shouted to Lucas who was now screaming bloody murder as the tears were streaming down his little face.

It must had been painful.

The potion would feel like a burning flames sweeping through your skin and forcing your own power to show and protect you. The powers would be awaken by pain and suffering. It was a ancient method used in the past for the magicians who didn´t show their powers in the appropriate age to help them push the magic out of them. If the person wasn´t strong enough it could even seriously damage body and soul.

If the person wasn´t a magician, the spell would eventually casue pernament damage to the psyche, leaving the person a lunatic. They woudl never be the smae again, something inside them would break with no chance to be repaired ever again. The spell was irreversible.

It was cruel and brutal, but usually highly effective.

As far as I knew it was banned from using by magical tribunal centuries ago, but my Master never played by any rules but his own. From the corner of my eyes I saw his wicked smile as he circled around the struggling boy with his hands outstreched chanting the spell over and over again, getting stronger and mightier by second.

"Potentiae procedunt potentiae evigilare," Master chanted getting louder and louder with every word as the air in the room started to whirl before forming a small tornado around Lucas.

The bloody, heartwretching scream tore from Lucas filling the space of the room as his body was lifted off the ground held just by the ropes around his wrists and ankles.

"STOP!" Lucas screamed his eyes filled with tears, as his face was red, his back arched in painful position.

"Please stop!" he pleaded again as his small body was shaking as if he was being electrocuted.

"Please that hurts!" the child was shouting and wiggling in pain, but it was pointless.

I had a hard time to watch the process as the boy was screaming louder and more painfully every time his mouth opened, begging and pleading for Master to stop, but he never did.

Every fibre and cell in my body was screaming that this was wrong on so many levels, that I need to stop it. Every brain cell was shouting that I had to do something and every muscule was pushing me to stop this nonsense and yet not a word escaped my mouth.

I was just standing there like a statue, cowardly watching the boy scream in pain, the tears running down his small innocent face, his pale grass green eyes wide and scared filled with agony and horror. His head turned to unnatural angle as his eyes closed for a minute before a scream tore through him opening those lifeless green eyes. No child should go thrpugh such pain.

Hell, no person should go through such pain and yet here we were.

The air was getting more and more unbreatable, filled with the magic taking all the enegry and I felt the shift before a little spark of electricty came out of the boy.

His power.

The power to manipulate electricity.

But Master didn´t stop there, seeing the power sweeping from the boy. No, he pushed even more looking for the conformation that electric power was the only one the boy possessed.

The lightnings filled the room coming from the boys hands as he wiggled in the air struggling to breath the neccessary air. The pain was intensifying and he needed to use his magic to extinguish the burning flames. But the issue was that he didn´t know how. This was the tricky part. I wanted to help him, I really did, but that wasn´t possible.

His mind was unreachable now, when the spell and his power were overtaking him. Another scream tore from him bfore he went silent, his body jerking in the burning magic as the ropes cut through his skin leaving marks.

I had to avert my eyes from the screaming child but it was too late. The image was already burned inside my mind for the rest of my life and I knew if I hadn´t tried to do something, to spare him this pain, to perhaps save him I would forever regret it.

The decesion was simple, but the planning and executing it would be more difficult.

I needed to save the boy!

I would get him out of here!

I knew what I had to do, but the question was ...how?