Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 77

Part Eleven: Lucas

A girl shrieked and burst through the door, running
across the hallway. People were quickly moving out of
the way, ducking into the doors opened by curiosity.

person would think.

Angela saw him running after her. “Stay away from
me!” He stopped dead in his tracks. She swerved to go
down the stairs and tripped on her own feet. Bystanders came to her help, one phoning the ambulance. The
young man stood frozen on the landing, his breath
getting shallower by the minute.

He spent most of the time in his room after that,
becoming an even bigger black sheep in the process.
That meant he was lying on his bed when a slight
whooshing sound prompted him to move his head
from the spot where two daggers fell, instead of sitting
in the library. Lucas picked one of them up, then
automatically dropped it when he noticed the Nexus
symbol. He looked at his hands, surprised they hadn’t
been burned. That was when he noticed a necklace
resting next to the daggers. When he picked it up and
realised what he was holding, he nearly fainted.

“What the hell happened, Lucas?” A boy in a jersey
punched the young man on the arm. Lucas glanced at
him and left, followed by confused glances.

Lucas rifled through his books. He finally found a
sketch of the Nexus coven’s holy items to confirm his
suspicions.

He locked his door and stood in front of the mirror.
He was trying to control his shallow breath. Come on,
focus. It didn’t work. His blue eyes turned completely
black. Thin lines spread across his face, branching all
over his body. When his vision cleared Lucas sighed
and sat down on the bed, running his still lined hands
through his dark blond hair. “Great,” he mumbled.

“Why are you here?” he picked up the daggers again,
twirling them in his hands. The white dagger elongated in his hand. Lucas jumped. “Whoa.” He practiced
retracting and e