Chapter 8

“As I said these will increase your offensive abilities, tomorrow we will start on defense., oh and to those of you that might be thinking it. Here I looked directly at the young blond mage, “I am also number one after the parents of a mage at finding them, I can and have been in almost ALL the dimensions, NEVER think you are hidden from me, Dismissed.” I told them as I watched them leave.

Sighing now I had to put up with Cloe when I get home, looking out at the front at Celina I thought and possibly Celina. Walking to the door I told her I’d see her tomorrow, I was starting to walk home when she caught up to me. “Mr. Greenstick,” she called, “I need to talk to you.”

Toni had warned me that discussing much about who she was before the new personality set in might be dangerous. The fact that she wanted to talk meant that the old dying personality was trying to re-emerge. Looking back at her, I wasn’t about to let that happen. I had after all almost made her my first wife true I still had feelings for her.

Hell, still had them for my current ex-wife. it was just that she was such a bitch that there was no hope right now of us being together.

“Yes, Celina?” I said when she caught up to me. “I need to know,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

I nodded. The first downfall of mages nowadays is that all magic uses no stamina. It was the main reason so many enforcers were killed lately. Many had grown lazy and fat, depending almost solely on their power. No stamina, no chance it was the one thing that had saved my life when I fought the chameleon mages. Three brothers bent on a path of utter destruction, power, and greed. The last had played a big part in their defeat.

“I would be glad to talk to you, Celina, but I have an appointment to make,” I said as I thought of Cloe twisting uncomfortably in my apartment.

“I need to know, Mr. Greenstick, why you didn’t kill me? I was told that hardly anything I did wasn’t destructive. So I need to know why didn’t you kill me?” She asked, almost in tears. Sighing, I didn’t have time for this, so I snapped my fingers. Toni appeared behind her, his face screwed up in fear and then concern for Celina.

“I want her back tomorrow, she’s the best choice for my office staff, try any way.” I told him then walked off hearing the sobs of Celina.

“NO! You should have killed ME!” she screamed, firing a weak fireball at me.

Holding up a hand, the ball stopped, floated, then extinguished. Walking to Celina, Toni backed away, seeing the killing look on my face and death dancing in my eyes.

“I didn’t kill you,” I snarled as I grabbed her by the throat, “because I believe that everyone deserves a chance, though,” here I slightly squeezed her neck, causing her to gasp, “I can kill you now that you tried to kill me, you still want me to? Yes, you can feel your breath shorten. You can feel your life slipping away. Do you still want me to kill you? I can make it extremely painful, quick, or everlasting, your choice.”

Toni was huddled in a corner. He’d never seen me this angry, though earlier today, I had almost been as mad at him, just more under control. Celina was starting to choke, but still, I didn’t let up. “Plea...,” she gasped out.

“You’re lucky. I should have killed you, but you work for me. Remember that!” Dropping her, I stared at her with an intense look. “Next time you’re dead, I will forgive this one time, ONCE!” Turning, I started to walk away, “Fix her up, Toni, don’t fuck with me again. I’ve got something far worse in store for you if you can’t fix the whole situation. Find them all. If she isn’t in the office tomorrow, I’m coming for you.”

I started to head down the street trying to calm down, a block from my apartment a man came up behind me. “Give me all you got.”

Growling, I told the man, “Walk away NOW, while you still can. You’ve picked the wrong night and the wrong man to screw with!”

Obviously, something about me scared him off cause he was gone in a flash, still pissed I felt him running away. Snapping my fingers, he fell in front of a store, both legs broken. Growling again, I moved on, and I could feel Cloe shaking well! She could feel my anger, and I had to calm down more, or I’d end up killing her before I even started.