Screams echoed off every building, windows exploded in a shower of glass raining down on frightened bystanders running from one spot to another trying to get to safety. Fire licked at anything it could attach itself to, hugging metal and flesh alike. Clouds rolled in at a lightening fast speeds, an unearthly feel wrapped around the city.

The ground began shaking causing structures to bend, break and fall upon the now terrified people of Los Angeles, the closest city near the forest. Arthur grinned as he watched the destruction, loving the shaking of the earth and smell of death of any individual unfortunate not to find shelter in time. Arthur grasped the handle of the sword sliding it out its case, holding it to the sky, silently invoking the power of Ulrick to return to him.

Lightening struck sending electricity through his large frame, infusing with his bones and giving him the ultimate high, until it blasted out of him again and he fell to the ground, an evil smile growing upon his cracked dry lips.

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“It’s not going to work,” Spencer huffed crossing her arms, instead of sitting in the middle of the room she was now sitting near the wall pouting.

“Stop being so negative,” Ashley snapped making her pout even more.

The four of them had been stuck in the small room for at least a few hours by now, Spencer becoming more and more in a bad mood while the others desperately searched for a way out.

“Stop talking to me!” Spencer shot back tired of being told what to do, “You think you’re so big and bad with your slutty close and tough attitude well news flash your not,” she screamed.

Ashley stood there with wide shocked eyes unsure she actually heard those words tumble from sweet and innocent Spencer’s mouth. The brunette went to retaliate once Spencer turned her back on her but Christine grabbed her arm and pointed to one of the pillars, it shined a dull white.

Furrowing her brows Ashley whispered a, “What did you say?” but kept her eyes trained on the pillar.

Spencer spun on her heels, “You heard me. I’m so sick and tired of everyone trying to tell me what to do,” the pillar grew brighter, the white encasing the stone and spreading along the dirt till it made a triangle shape in the middle of the room, “No one ever cares who I’ am all they want is a good obedient child.”