text: Chapter 8 New Tools Mrs. Zacharias screamed in horror as she swatted at the wasp with a fly swatter that was buzzing her as it continued trying to land on her. I snickered to myself as I commanded my small minion to make laps around the classroom causing the ones around the flying creature to cower in fear. I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost lunchtime and decided to end the fun. I commanded the wasp to fly towards Mrs. Zacharias once and she made many excellent vain attempts at swatting my beast from the air, but I commanded more magic into it making its reflexes that much faster. It evaded all her attempts to strike it down and landed on her right leg and stung her once, twice, three times and she let out a scream of pain and crushed my little minion on her leg with her hand. I cut off the connection of magic with a flick of my wrist not caring if I had to find another soldier to replace it, I smiled to myself. Piss me off or do something I do not like, and I will punish you. The bell rang for lunch and some of the class seemed to be controlled more by their stomachs than fear and leaped out of their chairs and bumbled there way towards the door trying to be first in line to be out the door, others still cowered in fear looking around the room possibly expecting another flying beast to come after them next. I joined the first ones in line not wanting to be associated with the weak even if it was only for my own ego. Mrs. Zacharias rubbed at her leg sucking in air between her teeth and picked up the now defeated creature with a tissue and put it in the garbage. With now more than half of the class lining up at the door the ones that were still nervous headed towards the line like the sheep they were and joined us at the end of the line. Mrs. Zacharias made her way towards the front of the line and escorted us all to the cafeteria I smiled with satisfaction at my successful vengeance. Two hills of mash potatoes that kept their shape even when picked up by my hands were put onto one of the squares on my blue tray, while the other squares were filled with bland vegetables steamed for too long shedding their natural flavor leaving them with a bland after taste. It reminded me of the food that was given out to the soldiers in my homeworld the stuff that was not meant to please your tastebuds but instead was meant to give you energy for the tasks ahead. I decorated the two hills with the vegetables out of boredom as I listened to the kids at my table talk about the new games they got or what they planned on doing after school. I watched as other kids from other tables flicked vegetables across the table at each other with their forks, blowing straw wrappers at each other and squeezing individual corn pieces between their fingers squirting the juice at one another and getting a loud giggle from one another. My eyes glanced over the rest of the tables until one almost empty table grabbed my attention. The brown-haired girl that unknowingly showed me magick exists in this world sat at the table alone eating a cold lunch. It was not the girl that caught my attention but rather what she was eating. I picked up my tray and walked over to her table. “Chicken legs for lunch looks tasty,” I said setting down my tray across from her. “Why are you here by yourself?” She paused midbite. “All the other girls want to play barbies and all the boys want to play soldiers.” She said with a frown and put her chicken leg back in the blue bag and reached for something in her pocket. She pulled out a deck of cards with intricate designs on the back of them. “Tarot cards!” I said with a bit of excitement everything now falling into place on why she was the only one that I had seen so far that could gather energy around her. She is so young yet already telling fortunes I thought my mind thinking of ways I could use her abilities to my advantage. Then I became greatly confused with what happened next. “Tarot cards?” She made a puzzled expression and laid out a few of the cards each having cartoon pictures on them. “These are my GO-GO Monsters.” She said with excitement and continued to lay more out for me to see. One of the cards had the title Fairy Queen Awakening and showed a human with butterfly wings holding a wand out smiling towards me with small print below and two stars on the upper right-hand corner. There were other cards such as Blazing Sword of the Fae, Knights of the Shadows, King of the Butterflies, and many more ridiculous titles. The only ones that even vaguely interested me were the pictures of skeletons with swords charging and zombies rising from the dirt those were interesting for about two seconds but the novelty wore off quickly for me and I went back to what I originally came to the table for. “Yes, those are quite interesting but, I was-” She cut me off and started to ramble on about a certain card and talked about how rare it was a blah-blah-blah. “Yes, that’s fascinating but-” Again I was cut off and my nerves began to wear thin as I heard her rattle on some more about other cards and how this one was her favorite and how pretty it was. The bell rang and the lunch lord told us all it was time to put our trays away and head to our groups to go to class. God's black hands, I was tired of getting nowhere fast and I decided enough was enough. “I want those chicken legs girl,” I said in a demanding voice no longer playing games. She scrunched up her nose. “Why, do you want my chicken legs? We throw these away in the trash when we're done.” “Well, then I will throw them away for you so give the ones your done with here now.” “No!” She said in a defying tone of voice and started to take her cards and lunch off the table. I snatched one of the cards she kept jabbering on about and held it hostage. Her eyes widened. “Give that back!” She said and reached for it. I yanked it out of her reach and snarled I will destroy your precious card if you don’t give me those chicken bones. She flung the chicken bones at me bouncing them off my chest and I gave her back the card. He got up from her seat sniffled and rubbed at her eyes and put her cards back in her pocket and left with her lunch bag. I picked up the chicken bones she flung at me and was annoyed there were only three. The lunch lord began to walk towards me with a disapproving look on her face and I quickly pretended not to notice and made my way away from her in a hurried motion. “Mr. Weust! Where do you think you’re going!” She said in an authoritarian voice. I did not look back I just ran across the hall to the left around a corner to the boy’s bathroom. I looked around for the best hiding place for my new found tools and only spotted the toilets, a sink, and a trash can. I ran to the trash can moved it slightly away from the wall and hid the chicken bones behind it and put the trash can back against the wall. I heard the door swing open and snapped my head towards it seeing the deep frown on the lunch lords face. “What are you doing Mr.” “I-uh I have a stomachache and had to use the bathroom.” “Why aren’t you in the stall then.” Good question I thought and couldn’t think of an answer in time before she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go Mr. we are going to talk with the principal.” I looked back towards my hiding place as my feet squeaked on the floor as they slid towards my doom. Well at least my tools will be safe I thought, and Victor whispered in my mind. “Should I kill her master?” My eyes widened slightly as I realized the contract between us had grown strong enough for us to communicate non vocally. “No.” I said back in my head back at him. “no reason to I feel no blood lust in this woman, she’s just going to be a thorn in my side. Besides, I don’t want to waste the energy I have other plans on how to spend my energy. “But I need a body.” Victor said in an annoyed voice. “How am I to protect you with all my power without a physical body?” “O shut it.