normal.
It’s only human. Al teens, al young adults make mistakes. You can’t condemn us for that. You can’t.”
“Oh,” Dr. Sans cooed. “But we can… and we wil .” Dr. Sanz left the governor’s chair and walked to them, his hands clasped pensively behind his back, his eyes hard and uncompromising. “If nothing else, you’l serve as an example for al the youths of Arcadia. Every sil y crush wil be better examined when young couples realize the true consequences of their inane decisions.” He stood before them and, with disdain, spat at their feet. “Get these human filth out of my Committee Conference Room,” he cried.
The Magical Ones grabbed Melanie and Jocelyn, b F./f cooed. ut Matthew succeeded in outsmarting his captors.
I rushed to Melanie and Jocelyn, hoping I could help them. If anyone understood the desire to ignore an unpleasant Life's Plan, it was me. Deep in my heart, I knew they did not deserve to be treated so cruel y.
Jocelyn looked at me with hope.
Concentrating my efforts until I thought every Concentrating my efforts until I thought every blood vessel in my brain would explode, I did my best to conjure up any helpful power that would get them freed. However, despite my best attempts, al I managed was a feeble tickling of the guards who held Jocelyn.
Though it wasn’t much, Jocelyn managed to struggle out of their hold. Breathless, she rushed to my side. “You have to help us, Kama. We saw what they do to people at the Coliseum. It’s worse than the grimmest nightmare you can imagine. You can’t let them take us away.”
My heart broke for her, for the fear she had.
“The Coliseum…it’s where they… Dr. Sanz and whatever they are keep people to be fed to animals for their amusement. Whoever Dr. Sanz is, what the Committee is…they are not humans.
People, innocent people like Matthew, Melanie and me are literal y torn apart by rabid animals. They’re kept caged like animals. And after the fighting is over, they’re discarded, dead or alive, worse than animals; piled one on top of the other, moaning, groaning and begging for mercy. It’s al so horrible, Kama.”
I glanced over her shoulder. Matthew had gotten away from one of the Magical Ones who tried to nab him while Melanie had col apsed, keeping Dr.
Sanz’s attention focused on her.
Jocelyn fol owed my gaze and looked back.
Biting her lip, she looked at Melanie’s pale face and limp body.” Melanie’s barely alive. She hasn’t eaten in days, and she’s carrying my brother’s baby.
Please, Kama.”
“Help me get this off.” I held out my banded wrist. “This leather band…it’s a shackle that keeps me under control.”
“Can’t you just pul it off?”
“No. I can’t. It’s bound by some kind of Catcher magic. Listen, Jocelyn. No time to explain, but I’m not quite al human. I’m a little like them, but not like them.”
Jocelyn stepped back a bit from me as her eyes widen in fear.
“I’m a djin, Jocelyn, a genie, as you wil . But my mother is human. I’m nothing like those bloodthirsty djins you saw at the Coliseum. They want to see al humans gone.” My eyes caught a quick movement of one of Dr. Sanz’s djins headed towards us. “Quick, get this off so I can help!” She fumbled in Fftfn. her jean pockets.
“Here,” she said as she pul ed out a smal nail clipper. “This should work.” She snipped and clipped until the band held by barely a thread. With a final clip, she cut through the thread, but clipped a chunk of my skin with it. The band fel to the ground, as a drop of blood trickled down from my wrist.
I let out a smal and surprised cry.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Jocelyn whispered.
“A smal price to pay for freedom,” I said. I sucked away the few drops of blood on my wrist.
“Now, we’ve got to get out of here.” I waved my hand in the air, concentrating on using the air to push back the djin that was now a few feet away from Jocelyn and me. He stopped in
It’s only human. Al teens, al young adults make mistakes. You can’t condemn us for that. You can’t.”
“Oh,” Dr. Sans cooed. “But we can… and we wil .” Dr. Sanz left the governor’s chair and walked to them, his hands clasped pensively behind his back, his eyes hard and uncompromising. “If nothing else, you’l serve as an example for al the youths of Arcadia. Every sil y crush wil be better examined when young couples realize the true consequences of their inane decisions.” He stood before them and, with disdain, spat at their feet. “Get these human filth out of my Committee Conference Room,” he cried.
The Magical Ones grabbed Melanie and Jocelyn, b F./f cooed. ut Matthew succeeded in outsmarting his captors.
I rushed to Melanie and Jocelyn, hoping I could help them. If anyone understood the desire to ignore an unpleasant Life's Plan, it was me. Deep in my heart, I knew they did not deserve to be treated so cruel y.
Jocelyn looked at me with hope.
Concentrating my efforts until I thought every Concentrating my efforts until I thought every blood vessel in my brain would explode, I did my best to conjure up any helpful power that would get them freed. However, despite my best attempts, al I managed was a feeble tickling of the guards who held Jocelyn.
Though it wasn’t much, Jocelyn managed to struggle out of their hold. Breathless, she rushed to my side. “You have to help us, Kama. We saw what they do to people at the Coliseum. It’s worse than the grimmest nightmare you can imagine. You can’t let them take us away.”
My heart broke for her, for the fear she had.
“The Coliseum…it’s where they… Dr. Sanz and whatever they are keep people to be fed to animals for their amusement. Whoever Dr. Sanz is, what the Committee is…they are not humans.
People, innocent people like Matthew, Melanie and me are literal y torn apart by rabid animals. They’re kept caged like animals. And after the fighting is over, they’re discarded, dead or alive, worse than animals; piled one on top of the other, moaning, groaning and begging for mercy. It’s al so horrible, Kama.”
I glanced over her shoulder. Matthew had gotten away from one of the Magical Ones who tried to nab him while Melanie had col apsed, keeping Dr.
Sanz’s attention focused on her.
Jocelyn fol owed my gaze and looked back.
Biting her lip, she looked at Melanie’s pale face and limp body.” Melanie’s barely alive. She hasn’t eaten in days, and she’s carrying my brother’s baby.
Please, Kama.”
“Help me get this off.” I held out my banded wrist. “This leather band…it’s a shackle that keeps me under control.”
“Can’t you just pul it off?”
“No. I can’t. It’s bound by some kind of Catcher magic. Listen, Jocelyn. No time to explain, but I’m not quite al human. I’m a little like them, but not like them.”
Jocelyn stepped back a bit from me as her eyes widen in fear.
“I’m a djin, Jocelyn, a genie, as you wil . But my mother is human. I’m nothing like those bloodthirsty djins you saw at the Coliseum. They want to see al humans gone.” My eyes caught a quick movement of one of Dr. Sanz’s djins headed towards us. “Quick, get this off so I can help!” She fumbled in Fftfn. her jean pockets.
“Here,” she said as she pul ed out a smal nail clipper. “This should work.” She snipped and clipped until the band held by barely a thread. With a final clip, she cut through the thread, but clipped a chunk of my skin with it. The band fel to the ground, as a drop of blood trickled down from my wrist.
I let out a smal and surprised cry.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Jocelyn whispered.
“A smal price to pay for freedom,” I said. I sucked away the few drops of blood on my wrist.
“Now, we’ve got to get out of here.” I waved my hand in the air, concentrating on using the air to push back the djin that was now a few feet away from Jocelyn and me. He stopped in
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