by Safari,B. C
The crazed parler balled another fist of fire, this time, aimed especially at Sasha. Junior, who was now well-practiced in his power, froze the ball in the air and shifted Sasha out of its firing range. However, when time resumed, the fiery ball hit the glossy membrane and rebounded as if it had been repelled.
‘You’ve made a chalk shield!’ sniggered Semal, hysterically, ‘you think it’s strong enough to keep us out!’
Damien launched another fiery ball at the membrane, which recoiled, just like the first. The wild-eyed parler roared in anger, ‘no one messes with the Bukhari brothers!’
Semal attempted to draw his foot over the chalk line and howled in excruciating pain. The glossy membrane above chalk was burning his flesh. With bounteous determination, he pressed his half-scorched leg across the membrane. Semal was resolute on traversing the barrier, no matter how much pain it caused. Not shaken by his brother’s cries, Damien started across the glossy chalk shield. The Bukhari brothers shrieked in agony; the chalk membrane was frying them alive. The pain only served as ammunition. When Semal had manoeuvred one side of his body over the glossy membrane, Sasha let out a panicky gasp. Felix staggered backwards; he had underestimated the determination of the brothers. Foolishly, he assumed that a chalk shield, formed of impure classroom chalk, was strong enough to keep them out. It was too late. They could not be stopped. The Bukhari brothers were set on killing someone tonight and Felix knew, better than anyone, that when the Bukhari brothers were set on something, they would never stop. Damien’s neck pressed through the membrane; his fiery eyes had swollen out of their sockets, he would soon transverse the barrier.
‘I WILL HAVE YOUR LIVES!’ squirmed Damien. Junior stumbled backwards, shaken by Damien Bukhari’s vigour. If the crazed parler had such energy amid being scorched in the chalk shield, Junior wondered what Damien would do once he had crossed the barrier. Invariably, he would scorch them all-in-one, with his impressive fiery balls. It was a shame, Junior had almost been ready to die on the icy lake, protecting Charlotte and Sasha. Their narrow escape had given him hope that, somehow, they could make it out alive. Semal let out his last cries. Soon, he would be over the glossy barrier.
Suddenly, an ear-splitting ‘BANG!’ filled the air and reverberated from all corners of the Willow Lodge. The ruckus was followed by a thunderous explosion of light and smoke, which thrust the Bukhari brothers onto the lawn. Two glistening headlights poked out from the smoke; a small car was fast approaching the Willow Lodge. Dr. Willow’s head emerged from the window; in his arms was a peculiar gun-like instrument. Moments later, the doctor’s burly silhouette appeared through the smoke. Brandishing his weapon at the Bukhari brothers, who were sprawled, barely conscious, over the front lawn, the doctor uttered the words, ‘be gone…at once!’
‘What is he holding?’ Charlotte whispered, astonished.
His startled blue eyes widening frightfully, Felix muttered, ‘I couldn’t tell you child, for I have never seen such a weapon, myself.’
‘Be gone, or die!’ the doctor threatened again, levelling the gun-like weapon at Damien Bukhari.
Charlotte was positive that Dr. Willow’s exploding bomb had disabled the powers of the Bukhari brothers because, as Damien curled his fist, expecting a colourful fireball to materialize, nothing appeared.
‘You heard me!’ bellowed Dr. Willow, ‘off my land! And do not return here again!’
Semal made a small attempt at the doctor, but Damien, who sensed that the battle was lost, stopped in his tracks. Spitting on the ground in sync, the Bukhari brother’s yelled, ‘we’ll be back for your lives!’
Dr. Willow’s weapon followed the Bukhari brothers as they disappeared into the night. The doctor spotted Felix, who had forgotten to phaze back into invisibility, and mounted his weapon again.
‘He’s with us!’ cried Sasha.
Dr. Willow curled his finger away from the gadget’s trigger and lowered his weapon, ‘you’ve got some explaining to do,’ he muttered.
‘And so do you, Doctor.’
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