Sadie is dragged by the arm through the crowded room, which is suddenly in uproar. Everyone seemed to be running around, though she didn't see what good it was doing. Nobody seemed to be accomplishing anything. She could no longer see Eddy, and Ally, who'd followed behind her and Luc for a few seconds, had also disappeared.
"Luc wait! Where the bloody hell are we going? Who got killed?" Luc didn't pause for a second, but took her through a small door which led into a hallway. The noise level dropped at least ten-fold.
Smirking at her, Luc answered, "Eddy sure chose a clueless twit. Our bloody Prime Minister is dead... not such a loss... but it's what happened now."
Sadie stopped dead. "The... what?" Luc impatiently reached for her arm, which Sadie pulled away, though she did follow Luc again.
"What happened, how did you find out?"
"Oh, quite eazy when yer listen out," Luc answered smugly, coming to a stop at the end of the hall, facing a blank wall.
"Right, stupid question, sorry. How long dya think we'll have teh hide?" Luc, staring at the wall, waved a hand at her. Shrugging, she placed a finger to her lips.
"Quiet, I need teh concentrate."
Sadie look too at the blank wall, utterly confused.
"Why--" She stopped herself. "Sorry." Luc ignored her. Looking around she muttered some words, when the girl looked at her oddly she pushed her hair away from her ears to show they were pointed; summoning a wide blue globe of light, a scene came into focus. It was the streets outside the pub.
"Now witness what happens now."
Sadie gaped at the scene. "But I thought you were a hybrid?"
"Shut yer wheesh, I am... my father was an elf." Luc was beginning to sound irritated with her stupidity. And Sadie was feeling distinctly ignorant. She was well aware that she led a very sheltered life, but she was a hybrid herself.
"Me mother was an elf and I can't do anything that powerful! I can influence the way people think, but that's the most powerful thing I'm able to do."
"Look in the globe, let me show yer what happens to us now!"
Now she was definitely irritated, and Sadie resigned herself to waiting. She gazed destractedly into the globe.
Suddenly she became very attentive to it. There were people coming up the street-- a troup of guards. They were going to come into the tavern-- but no, they'd stopped. They'd grabbed a boy.
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she was sure she was the lips of one form the words "filthy hybrid." She could see him protesting, shaking with fear. He was very young.
Don't fight them, she silently begged. And then they were throwing him to the ground, leering and forming a vicious circle around him. Her breath quickened as she watched him, shaking on the ground, holding very still. His eyes were wide, and as she watched, they looked right at her. Her breath caught in her throat.
Then he closed his eyes as the first blows came. She could see the men, shouting cursing, kicking him again and again. He was curled in a ball from the blows. Two of them halled him up. His torn shirt revealed bruises and blood already. As the two held him--he could barely stand alone--the others hit him in the face again and again. They let him fall and Sadie imagined she could hear the sickening crack as his head hit the stones.
She let out an involuntary whimper at the sight of the blood pouring out as his body went limp. She couldn't tell if he was dead or not, but either way--
She tore her gaze away from the globe and started back down the corridor, but Luc soon had her in her strong grasp.
"Really, yer got half a brain 'aven't ya... if ya go out they'll kill ya..."
She knew Luc was speaking sense, and she stayed where she was, though unwillingly. The guards were still kicking him mercilessly; his own mother wouldn't have recognize his face.
Finally they seemed to be subsiding and finally they fell back. One, who seemed to be the leader stepped forward and said something that made the others chuckle. Leaning down, he ripped open the boy's shirt and took out a knife. Carefully and slowly, with a gleeful expression on his face that made Sadie sick, he carved into the boy's chest a word: Hybrid.
Laughing, and patting eachother on the back, wiping blood of their hands, the guards strolled away down the alley.
Sadie collapsed against the wall as Luc waved her hand and the globe disappeared. Her face was slightly paler; Sadie could only imagine what her's looked like. She was going to be sick.
"I'm gonna be sick Luc."
"Well sunshine this is the real world, still think you'll make it out the city on your own?"
"I'm not staying, I can't." She and her father would have to go far away, where the Prime Minister's death was mere gossip and no one knew her secret. "I need to get out as soon as I can. Will you help me?"
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