Sneaking In
"Why am I partnered with you?" pondered Aria, as she sat opposite Luna.
"Well, I'm pretty sure we just match, we are a pretty good duo," smirked Lua back.
The two girls sat next to each other in an open field of grass and sunlight.
Aria sighed, "no-no, I think it was just luck. They definitely couldn't know that we came in together." She looked across the long fields leading to a small abandoned building, the mountains surrounding them, a city skyline in the far off distance, the tree line leading to a deep dark forest.
"Where are we-"
Ding! Ding!
Aria and Luna both looked at their phones in unison.
"So that's the deal. We're paired up and tasked to take out targets."
"But what's the target? It says a group of terrorists."
"Hey, whatever they say we have to do, we have to do."
Luna looked around her surroundings. The grass, her blood-covered tracksuit, her...
She started to freak out.
"Aria...? Where is my cleaver?!"
Aria sat up and started walking toward the building in the distance.
"Just create a new one, aren't you a Creation Witch?"
"But... But that cleaver was my favorite cleaver."
"Just get over it."
"But... Fine... Ok..."
Luna followed across the open fields. The sunlight shining against glistening clouds. She looked at her hand, her tiny fingernails.
"I'm sorry little fingernail, but your gonna have to die."
She closed her eyes and focused on the smells, nature, sounds, memories, she tried to distract herself from the pain.
Creation Spell: [Replica Cleaver]
Her fingernail disappeared into a splotch of blood.
But in replace of that sacrifice a weapon was born.
Particles surrounded in a tornado-like fashion, forming into a cleaver, exactly like the one Luna lost.
"Welcome back cleaver."
---
"We're here," pointed Bryan as he stood outside a tall glassy skyscraper, with his hands in his black jacket pockets.
Damon slowly looked up at the tall overhanging monolith of infrastructure and technology. He saw the towering stories, floors after floors. He still couldn't believe how far humanity had progressed in the past one hundred years. Able to reach the skies, further than God intended.
"Which floor is our guy on?" he asked.
"The message didn't say, but I did some research prior to you waking up and I found out he's on the top floor."
Damon looked inside the building, security across every end, in every corner, with guns, armor, weapons.
"And how are we going to get-"
Silence.
Damon quickly looked all around himself, he looked down the street, through the glass front door leading into the main lobby. He looked at the road, the street signs, every corner of every possible place to hide, but Bryan wasn't there. He was gone. Vanished. Disappeared in an instant.
"Bryan...? Where did you go?"
"Behind you," said an invisible voice.
He turned around to nothing. Nothing at all. He turned around to an invisible voice. He looked in every direction, every angle, every corner of the street, but nothing was there, not a single person.
Dark Spell: [Cloak Release]
Zwip!
Bryan appeared from thin air, his jacket and baggy pants materializing from nothingness as if he had turned into a shadow and blended in with the air.
"How did you just turn invisible?" asked Damon confused.
Bryan ignored him.
"So this is the plan. We're gonna sneak in... Well... You are, while I go in with my Dark Witch powers, turning invisible. Then you'll go through a detector thingy." He pointed through the glass windows to the back of the golden main lobby, "see over there. The three guards. Next to them is a detector that is specially made to detect Witches, so while I'm invisible I'm going to deactivate it as you go through. Think of me as like your sidekick ghost, Mission Impossible style."
"I don't think that ever happened in a Mission Impossible movie."
"Have you seen the new one?"
"There's a new one?"
"Yeah... It came out like last year."
---
They entered the building.
The golden framed chandeliers that hung from ceiling to ceiling. The doors that spun in smooth circles, frictionless, automatic.
Dark Spell: [Cloak]
Bryan instantly turned invisible as Damon walked from one end to the other, looking at all the shining elevators and golden statues. He walked past an immaculate waterfall that spat out from the left side of the lobby, leading to a small pool of fish. He walked past a long line of couches that circled around a resting area that led to a massive twenty-foot tv that hung tall and wide, spewing out the same repetitive slogan.
[Make dreams, make money. Make dreams, make money. Make dreams, make money.]
"What is this place?" he asked.
"I have no clue," replied the invisible Bryan as he followed behind in silence.
They eventually reached the receptionist desk. A long black marble counter with five computers lined up from one end to the other.
"What may I help you with sir?" asked the receptionist lady, her hands perfectly placed on her lap.
"Ummm..."
Damon looked all around him. He looked at all the security guards, he looked at the five women all in the tight one-piece dresses, their small hats with the logo of the building etched in.
"Umm, yes I have an appointment with Demitri, Demitri Borodin," he said.
"Demitri... Borodin..." She typed his name into the computer, "what is your name, sir?"
"My name is... Dam..." He realized in that split second that using his real name would be a hindrance to the mission, so instead he decided to use his second name instead, "my name is Demophon."
She typed Demophon into the computer. Nothing came up.
"Ummm, sir... Are you sure you didn't put it under a different name-"
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Suddenly the phone next to her rang in a violent vibration.
She picked it up.
"Sir... Mr. Borodin? Um... Yes yes... Yes sir... I'll send him up right away."
Clank.
She hung up.
"Mr. Borodin will be waiting for you on the thirty-fifth floor," she said pointing to the elevator blocked by a security gate with a Witch detector and three armed guards.
Damon slowly strutted over where he was greeted by a short man with blue gloves.
"If you have any change or metal in your pockets please take them out now. And your belt too," he commanded as Damon placed his things in a basket.
He ran it through the machine.
"Ok, now you can walk through," he pointed.
Damon followed, walking into the Witch Detector.
Click...
Nothing, not even a sound. It didn't go off. Damon then put back on his belt and stuffed his extra change back into his overly large pockets.
---
He then immediately entered the elevator and pressed the thirty-fifth-floor button.
Ding!
[Going up!]
Damon leaned up against the glassy wall. He looked at the small golden space around him, the glass frame on his back, the lobby behind him, as he ascended up the frame of the building.
"You there Bryan?" he asked.
Snap!
Dark Spell: [Cloak Release]
Bryan appeared from nothingness.
"Damn you actually got it. I thought we were gonna have to take out those guards."
Damon didn't laugh. He just sat there staring at the escalating numbers.
"So how did you get in? You sneak a peek at the computer? Got the name of someone on the list? Or is this Demophon guy famous or something?" he kept asking questions but Damon didn't answer a single one.
He just leaned forward, his face filled with confusion and mystery.
"Demophon..."
"Who's Demophon?" asked Bryan for the third time.
"I know him...?"
He looked up at the numbers.
[Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two.]
"Yeah... I... No... No, I don't know him."
[Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three.]
He turned to Bryan. His dark hooded outfit contrasting the bright golden interior of the elevator.
"Bryan you should go invisible."
"Oh yeah..."
Dark Spell: [Cloak]
He disappeared.
[Thirty-four, thirty-five.]
Ding!
The golden elevator doors opened wide to a gorgeous silver-white penthouse with glass windows on all sides, looking over the massive city.
And standing right in the center of it all was a handsome grey-haired man in a grey suit. He looked out over his view, his face up against the glass.
He turned around and said one word, "infinite."
He held out a martini and took a long long sip. He then looked at Damon, his sea eyes, blue as the ocean, hair like the sun.
"So you are Demophon?" he asked.
"Yes I am," replied Damon back, as he stepped into the penthouse, rubbing his shoes against the long grey carpet.
Demitri stepped forward.
"You know, I spent so long looking for you. Who knew you would come for-"
He paused. He took a long close look at Damon. He slowly strutted toward him in his red suit shoes and his long sleek and sharp grey suit pants. He stopped a good two feet away from him.
"Are you really Demophon?" he asked.
"Yes."
He squinted his tired green eyes.
"Yeah... No your not."
"What?"