Curse of the Necromancer

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      Night. Town. Traffic jam. The street lights are on. On one of the dangerous gateways, or rather on the territory of punks, a tall shadow of a man’s constitution walks at a rapid pace. The guy is wearing a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans, his clothes completely merged with the dark corners, walls, buildings in the area and almost no one noticed him. If they noticed, they simply did not take their eyes off him until the moment when he disappeared out of sight, after all… The point is to attack him, if he does not climb and generally passes by? Or they were already rubbing their fists and taking out their weapons to attack, but the guy quickly hid in the shadows and was washed away from the viewpoint, he does not need extra problems with bruises, and so there are enough of them.       Having run to the very top, to one of the abandoned buildings, where it is not visible and not audible. His heart is pounding in his chest after a run, and even more excitement turns him on, the feeling as if he will write to her for the first time, as if they did not know each other, all for the first time. Breathing hard, he walked to the eaves of the roof and looked down, his gaze fell on the punks who were drinking alcohol below.       “Damn it…” — shook his head, not taking his eyes off the informals. He wanted to swear, but restrained myself, because they would hear his mate downstairs because of his loud voice and there would be endless problems. He snorted in displeasure, and turning away, walked away from the edge, taking out a broken phone from his jacket pocket with slightly trembling hands. Feelings of excitement, embarrassment and insecurity at the same time covered him with renewed vigor.       “Will I write to you?” — the guy asked himself a question out loud. — “For so long… Will I write?” — his voice sounded intermittent, exciting. — “If only you could believe that it was me…” — with this phrase, he began to quickly type a message. He sat down on the roof, or rather in the place where the net was best caught. He typed the message: “Baby, how about to meet at 02:00 at night on the river?” Yes, his text was very brazenly written, but such is the nature of the guy, otherwise he cannot. His finger froze over the arrow to send a letter.       “She won’t believe…” — The boy closed his eyes, nervously flexing his fist. — “But I will risk it.” — pressed his finger on the arrow and, barely breathing, waited for her to read. She went online. The guy held his breath and froze in anticipation. The letter has been read.       “Hooray!” — he jumped on the spot. — “Waiting for an answer!” — impatiently sat down and fidgeted on the roof. She writes the answer. His heart is beating with trepidation, although intuition tells him that she thinks this is a joke. And 6 the feeling did not disappoint. Answer:       “What nonsense? Who writes? Shit joke.”       “I knew…” — the guy sighed in disappointment. — “Okay”. — Started typing messages again. Writes:       “No. It’s really me, baby. So, will we meet?”       To which immediately after a few seconds I received the answer:       “Fuck you, scoundrel.”       “Damn it!!!” — He hit the roof with his fist. — “Damn…” — His fingers quickly ran over the keyboard, sent a new message, but “the user added you to the blacklist.”       “Heck!” — the guy was disappointed and threw the phone aside, because he didn’t mind calling her, but he doesn’t have her new number, and can only write to her, finding her in a network hidden from everyone, which she showed him to him. — “I’m not lucky… Damn!” — kicked the wall. — “And how can I meet with you now? How?!” — sat on the edge and holding his head, began to think hard. — “Hmm… No. She will not understand…” — shook his head, frowning. — “And if… no. Also not.” — thinks further, closing his eyes. He thinks, thinks, thinks, and then suddenly, it dawned on him. — “And this is a thought” — he smiled slyly and stood up. — “We only need to find a car.” — he ran to the edge and peered into the street. — “And here it is.” — smiled with satisfaction.

~15 minutes ago~

      Pov Venus

      I went to Larry’s room. I went to the door and knocked.       “Lara, dad and I are waiting for you in…”       “Ven, please come in.” Her voice sounded scared. Oh my God what happened? I immediately flew quickly into the room.       “Lara? What’s wrong?!” — now I myself am on edge. She looks at her phone in dismay.       “The dead wrote to me now…” — her voice trembles like an aspen leaf. Um… What? Dead? My laughter burst out of my chest, and she glanced at me for that.       “Sorry…” — I tried to make my face more serious, which does not work out very well. The dead wrote… You have to come up with such a thing!       “Remember I told you about one guy?” — she looked at me with downcast eyes. I think I can guess what she is… Or maybe she doesn’t invent about the dead…       “Um. You mean that with red eyes like…” — I felt a little creepy.       “His eyes are burgundy, and his uncle’s are deep red, bright and glow in the dark!” — She immediately objected to me, in which she was right.       “Okay…” — I looked away. — “So, what have you got there?”       “So he wrote…” — she buried her phone and wrote something. — “I do not believe. I am being impudently pranked.”       “Why are you so straight away? Maybe it’s really him?” — went up to her and looked at her phone. The messages surprised me a lot.       “I don’t believe it. They copy him” — all she resisted. Here is stubborn.       “Why are you so harmful? Agree!” — I don’t know why I said that…       “And how liberated you are…” — my sister looked at me with hatred. — “What if they write me 10 guys for his place? And here I agree, I come, and they me later,” — she threw the phone on the bed and banged her fist with her palm. — “Fu…”       “Okay. I understand you… You can speak and not so frankly” — I frowned. — “Then him better add it to the blacklist.” — shrugged.       “Hmm… And this is a thought.” — she took the phone and began to press something quickly.       “Wow…” — I was staring at it. “When did you learn to type so fast? Or Talena did you teach?” — I have never seen her typing so quickly.       “I learned myself recently.” — Lara snapped irritably. Well, yes, I’m bothering her. — “Everything”. — put down the phone, exhaling with relief. Well, okay, even now I am calm. And then it dawned on me.       “Okay. Come on. Dad called.” — I shook my head towards the door.       “I’m going. Calmly. I’m going.” — she lifted her nose proudly and went to the exit.       “Come on, go!” — Laughing, I followed her, capturing everyone else along the way, to dad in the dojo.

~End Pov Venus~

~In 30 minutes~

      The children left the dojo. Ven is drooping, Lara is angrier than a wild beast, Oli is tense, and Talen and Amy with tears dried in their eyes.       “And doubts are everywhere!” — Lara began abruptly, irritably. — “And it was necessary to break off all relations, if the uncle is still in question?!” — spread her arms out to the sides, almost shouting.       “Lara, calm down.” Ven swallowed. — “The parents are not to blame for this, but…”       “But what?! What but?!” — the rebel became even more angry. — “The fact that uncle may actually be alive?! You know that we defeated him a year and a half ago!”       “Don’t you remember where he sent us for on a year before he died?” — looked at the elder sister of Talena.       “And what have we become?” Oliver added, crossing his arms. — “Do you still remember his abilities?”       “Does it have anything to do with it?” — Lara rolled her eyes with indifference.       “Yes, moreover!” — the eldest daughter looked menacingly on Lara. — “Nightmares! Perhaps the first sign that he was alive, that he never died!” — Venus like a rock over the younger.       “Ay…” — Lara rolled her eyes again. “Okay. I agree with that. What if it’s just a coincidence? Or a game of our mind? As Talena says.” — rebel looked into the eyes of the sister.       “It’s possible too.” Ven sighed. — “And it is better to think that this is so.”       “So. Girls.” — got in brother. — “Let’s forget about this conversation and about dreams altogether. At the same time about uncle.” — put his hands on their shoulders.       “I’m for that too!” — Emly was a little amused. — “Best idea ever!”       “Maybe at least we’ll see a TV set? Huh?” — naively looked at all Tali. — “There should now be interesting programs about animals, and then about space.”       “Well, let’s”. Oliver scratched the back of his head. — “Only fantasy first!”       “Not that…” — put her hand on the rebel’s forehead. She hates these programs and news. — “Let’s get better action movies! Or at least horrors!”       “Not horror movies!” — screamed the youngest and hid behind Oliver. — “Cartoons or Comedies!”       “Even better…” Ven laughed. — “Melodrama, period!” — She crossed her arms, lifting her head proudly.       “What more!” — rebel With disgust she looked at the sister of the. — “I’m not going to watch all these pink snot! Whoever takes the remote control first, we’ll watch!” — She ran abruptly to the TV.       “Well, stand still! The remote control will be mine!!!” — the others shouted in one voice and flew into tears after the rebel.       “I am the first!!! Action and horror!!!” — Lara screamed, running as fast as she could to the sofa, on which the remote control was.       “Right now!!!” — her brother catches up. — “He’s mine!!! Fantasy!!!”       “Scientific educational programs about space!!!” — shouts Talena after them, catching up with his brother and sister.       “Cartoons!!!” Shouts Emly loudly, jumping on Oliver’s neck.       “Melodramas!!!” — overtakes all Ven.       Further along the corridor, turn. Emly and Oliver were skidded into the wall on it, they also hooked on Talena. Only their exclamations were heard:       “Noooooooo!!! Oliver, it’s all your fault!”       “Me?! And who jumped on my neck and closed his eyes?! Huh?”!       “All the same, you are to blame! You spread your long legs everywhere!!”       The older two sisters, already laughing, ran to the sofa on a level.       “Lar! Shall we agree?”       “About what? Your first my second? No!”       “No! Compromise. We’ll see the news, and then what’s next.”       “Hmm… But you can, after all. It’s a pity that the others did not go for it! It brought the poor fellows into the wall! Probably smeared!”       Ven and Lara ran to the sofa and simultaneously grabbed the remote control.       “Hello news!” — the sisters said in one voice and laughed.       “Are you kidding me?!” — the voices of the younger ones were heard. — “Did you come to an agreement?!”       “Yes! While running!” Ven and Lara are smiling excitedly. The younger ones, rubbing the punctured places, hobbled to the sofa and crashed onto it. Oliver is in the middle, Talena and Amy are on the sides of his brother, and Lara and Venus are the most extreme.       “Well, at least the news.” — Emly sighed sadly.       “Come on.” — rebel pushed a slightly petty in the shoulder. — “Then we’ll see what’s next.”       “What’s next?” — The brother immediately looked at his sister.       “Heck!” — Lara can hardly restrain her laughter. — “Oliver! You look like a jerboa now! What lovely eyes…”       “Oh my god…” — he rolled his eyes.       “I’ll get the cola right now.” — Ven went to the kitchen.       “Come on, stand! I’m with you!” — the rebel followed her.       The news began. Oliver made it louder, which could be heard already in the kitchen. Lara and Ven left the kitchen. One is holding a cola, the other is holding chips. They sat down on the sofa and gave everyone a jar of water and a pack of goodies. A girl appeared on the screen and began to speak quickly: “Attention! Breaking news! Live.” — everyone held their breath and turned their eyes to the screen.       “Now, through the streets of New York City, a black Ferrari is rushing at high speed, with tinted windows, no numbers, camera from a helicopter.” — the screen showed a top view of the city. With the help of scaling, they brought it closer to the street where the above described car was. “Our correspondent Trisha O’Neill is reporting live.” — on the screen appeared a girl with white hair that developed from a strong wind and blue eyes, holding a microphone.       “As it was said, a madman is driving through the streets of the city, and as you will now see, the police are already chasing him. Perhaps this is a new criminal who has emerged.” — the camera switched down from the helicopter. Ferrari cut off other cars on the right, left at breakneck speed. Four police cars flew after her with their serenes on.       “Just look what this madman is doing! But the police will not surrender and for such races he will be given at least 15 hours of strict regime or a fine of up to 120 thousand, and what is even more plausible, he will definitely face deprivation of rights and a criminal sentence. " — Trisha’s voice is heard in the background. The racer rushes on, the police catches up with him. Here the reversal point is approaching. The madman suddenly begins to slow down.       “Close to the place where you can turn into the oncoming lane. The madman slows down a little. What does he want to do? " — Trisha’s voice was a little dumbfounded.       The madman slams on the brakes and turns the steering wheel to the side, doing a long drift. The Ferrari’s rear bumper slides right into the pivot point. Reverse, the steering wheel to the left and he finds himself in the oncoming lane.       The police did not have time to react and drove by.       “Familiar drift…” — Lara narrowed her eyes, slightly pestering from the sofa. The others looked at her in disbelief, but the next on the TV made them look at the screen again.       “The police… Before your very eyes, they have now missed the criminal. This abnormal raised the whole city on his ears and still so deftly fought off the guards. Apparently it’s time to change them… And how has this nutcase not yet crashed at such a speed? Apparently a professional racer… “- the girl was shocked by what she saw.       The racer was already rushing, overtaking everyone in the oncoming lane, turning on extremely loud music SKRILLEX & ZOMBOY feat RAGGA TWINS — (RAGGA BOMB), other cop cars were gathering ahead, blocking the road, but the nutcase was not even going to stop. The cops pulled out their pistols and pointed at their speeding Ferrari. The car just picked up speed and went to the ram. Here she is already extremely close to the law enforcement officers. They scattered to the sides in fright and those who were sitting in the cars backed up. Mad, calmly rushed forward, hiding from sight around the bends, the music died down. The cops quickly got into their cars and rushed to track down the villain, but it was too late. Hidden away.       “Have you seen what this madman is doing?! Have you seen??? It looks like there is no government against him. Crazy, so crazy. We hope that the police will restore order in the city and catch this intruder. On this we will probably end our… Crazy reportage. Tricia O’Neill was with you. " The woman appeared on the screen again and began to speak again.       Lara did not listen to anything else, but sat pale.       “It can’t be…” — she jumped abruptly from the sofa and ran into the room, she was still enveloped in doubts.       “Lara? What’s wrong?” — the others looked at her in surprise.       “You better not know…” — she ran into the room and closed the door, leaving her sisters and brother in disbelief.       In the room, Lara first picked up the phone and unblocked the subscriber. Her fingers ran over the keyboard, but immediately a message came:

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      “Well, kid? Did I get your attention well?       Are we meeting on the river?”

      “Greatly attracted attention. The whole city has       

raised its ears, crazy.”      

      “So… are we meeting? Or are you busy?”

      “No. On an abandoned dump in the city.”      

      “In the town?! Maybe not? A? I will be unarmed.       I won’t do anything with you. ”

      “Ai… Okay! Just try to lie to me! Three skins will be       

lowered from you and I will add more.”      

      “Yes, you can at come with your brother or father.       I said I won’t do anything, so I won’t.”

      “Okay… I’m starting to believe you.       

Asshole.”      

      “Hooray! Will I see you, sister? Hooray!”

      “(–_–)”      

      “(^. ^)”

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