The ‘Astral World’: Rae: No Escape (part 2)

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Part 1

Rae’s real worry was that she wouldn’t be able to find one of the other portals. When she’d left the school she hadn’t been told where she was going, and it had been the same for all of the other graduates, instead being taken to the safe house in the back of a car with tinted windows that meant she couldn’t see anything outside. Back then it hadn’t been a problem. It made her feel more comfortable knowing how much effort they went to to keep the safe houses safe. As she ran from the magicians, and anyone else who might be hunting her, she wished she had some idea where she was, where the nearest safe house was, or that she had a better plan.

There had been a couple of other thieves who’d been talking about their worries, that things didn’t seem quite right, but Rae hadn’t wanted to let their conspiracy theories get to her. She had a job to do and that was what she was going to do. When they’d left the house she hadn’t been surprised, even though it had happened in the middle of the night. Maybe if she hadn’t assumed they’d simply walked away from being thieves she might have thought more about the strangeness of it. The more she thought about it the more she wondered exactly what she’d been blinkered to because of her training.

Breathing deeply Rae did her best to focus on the world around her, putting a hand into her pocket to see how much money she had, in case she needed to buy a map or something. In general the thieves didn’t need money, and most had given it up when they’d started studying at the school, but she hadn’t. No matter what she knew there were things no one could plan for, so she always kept in mind it was possible she might need her money in the future. Fortunately she been in her bedroom when the magicians had attacked, which meant she could pick up her purse and escape out of the window, although it hadn’t been easy to do.

In her purse were a couple of £10 notes and some change. Rae was glad to have it, but it wasn’t going to get her far, and she wasn’t going to get anyone else involved in her problems. Her parents wouldn’t be able to deal with it all, especially as they hadn’t wanted her to become a thief in the first place, and as she didn’t trust anyone in the thieves organisation she had very few options, even though she was glad she was still alive. The last thing she wanted to do was think about what might have happened to the thieves she’d shared a safe house with, to the people who’d become friends in all the time she’d been there, and yet she had trouble pushing the imaginary images of the many dead thieves out of her mind. A shiver went down her spine.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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