The World Walkers: Unknown World: Jetta: Saved By Cough Medicine

It wasn’t a surprise they’d sent something after me. The person it chose to inhabit wasn’t a surprise, either, just annoying. As Luther pinned me to the wall, one hand around my throat, his dark eyes flaming with whatever it was that was inside him, I knew that I didn’t have many options if I wanted to survive the next few minutes. Unfortunately I knew whatever I did to him was going to affect him even after I managed to get the thing out of him, so I found myself thinking too hard about what the best thing to do would be. While he was trying to strangle me. Sometimes I’m too thoughtful, because I knew he wouldn’t care what I did as long as I survived.

Moments after I made my decision Luther dropped to the ground and I found myself gasping for air. Spectre stared at me, still holding the bottle of cough medicine he’d used to whack Luther over the head, as though he was wondering where I’d left my brain. “He’s an old friend,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I didn’t want to hurt him.”

Knowing that Luther might wake up at any moment I should have focused on banishing whatever was inside him, but instead I found myself checking his head to make sure the damage wasn’t too bad. Stupidly I knew I still had feelings for him, even after everything that had happened, so I found myself doing things I wouldn’t normally have done. I wouldn’t even have thought that long about Spectre and Spectre had saved my life.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

The bleeding wasn’t too bad, so I gathered together everything I needed to do a banishing. Spectre watched, because he had no magic, passing me things when I asked him too. When I looked at him I knew he had questions that I was going to have to answer, but that was going to have to wait until I’d banished whatever it was that had taken over Luther, although I had one question that I could ask while I began drawing a circle with white chalk around the, thankfully, still unconscious man.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I have a job for you and I knew you were going to be home tonight, so I though I’d stop off here on the way home. The door had been almost ripped off its hinges and that made me think you might be in trouble. Which you were.”

“Thank you for helping, but I would have been able to get things under control.”

I didn’t have to look at Spectre to know he was raising an eyebrow. “From my point of view it looked like you could do with a hand. Normal people don’t stand there staring thoughtfully at someone who’s trying to kill them.”

“I never said I was normal either.” I glanced up at Spectre and then back at the symbol I was working on. “I kind of thought you’d realised that by now.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.