Calix stared, eyes wide. "Yeah, no Shit." he breathed.
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Alistor's brow furrowed with effort, and he threw the beast away from him.
"Let's go, to the front door!!"
Calix nodded, and started running. His hands were still on fire.
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Before the two even reached it, the door was blown off its hinges by some invisible force. Alistor shook his head in disbelief.
Outside, the museum's courtyard was completely empty, something Alistor thought impossible from the incredible amount of geezers that flocked the place daily.
Regardless, the yard was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Calix looked around. "Where is everyone?" He said slowly. He shook his head quickly as a wave of…of something went through him and out into the courtyard.
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"I don't know…"
He grabbed Calix by the arm.
"I don't know if school's still going, but I'm going to go home. You coming with me? Maybe,if we can talk to somebody who isn't going insane, this'll all go away."
Calix stared at Alistor for a moment. "Y-yeah…" he said softly. "Your place?" he asked. He didn't want to go home to his own house.
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"Sure, let's go."
Out in the parking lot, Alistor unlocked his car and climbed into the driver seat. "Get in, my house isn't too far."
Calix climbed in, thinking. The flames had died down, thankfully, so there was no danger of him melting the car or anything like that.
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Driving down the street, Alistor realized something.
"You don't think it will try to follow us, do you?"
Calix blinked. "I uhm…I hope not." he replied after a moment.
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They drove in silence for a few miles until they reached Alistor's house.
"It's only 2, so nobody's home." He shut off the car and got out. "I'm going to call my grandma, she somehow knows the answer to everything."
Calix nodded a little bit, following Alistor out. "Okay." he replied softly, looking over at the other male.
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(I'm sensing some serious ship energy, Jesus Christ, it's strong)
(lmaoo)
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(Do you approve of this?)
(yeah totally)
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Inside the house, Alistor tossed his keys into a jar and took out his phone.
"Sit… anywhere." The boy sat on a barstool and began to type a text to his grandmother.
Calix sat down, staring at his hands. Had he imagined the flames? No, he couldn't have…right? Maybe he was going crazy.
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(I have to flee, sorry)
(it's fine)
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(Ah, shit. I haven't been paying attention!!! Do you still want to continue with this?)
(it's fine! Yeah sure)
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(okee)