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Chapter 3

The lockers felt hard against my back as Baxter slammed me against them.

"Why isn't the essay ready yet, Byrdie Boy?" he snarled.

"I thought you wanted that tomorrow," I replied in the calmest voice I could. When your back is against the top lockers by force, you can't exactly sound very "calm".

"Yeah, well I changed my mind."

"Maybe you should've told me."

"Listen Byrdie Boy," Baxter growled, shoving his face into mine. "I don't have to do whatever a big-headed loser like you tells me to do. I only take orders from my mom and myself. And you sure as hell don't look like my mom. Eh, Byrdie Boy?"

"Send my sympathies to your mother, Baxter. She must've had a lot to deal with."

"Bud you just earned yourself a free knuckle sandwich."

"Wohoo. Can I get fries with that?"

"O-ho yes," Baxter responded through gritted teeth. He pulled his free hand back, his fingers forming a fist. I closed my eyes. I really should be able to stand up to him. Maybe I could just –

There was a sharp, loud sounding slam. I fell to the floor as Baxter let go of my shirt. He was waving his hand like it was some flag. Out from his mouth came some not so nice words. Baxter looked at me.

"What the hell just happened?!" he asked. "You…I just…Your head, it's like it wasn't there…" Baxter lifted a finger, pointing at me.

"You. You…You ain't human. My fist, it…went through your head. Y-you're a freak!"

"What?" I asked. My breath started to come fast and short. What did he mean? Was he joking? No, Baxter didn't have the brains to pull off something like this. So…it was true? But, how? It wasn't scientifically possible, was it?

"James." Vic's calm voice shook me out of my thoughts. "We really need to get to class." I nodded, and stood up, still confused from what had happened.

The bell rang, and I was never happier to hear it. Quickly, I ran out of the classroom and to my locker. I opened it up, took my backpack out and closed it. And nearly jumped out of my skin in fear when Brian was standing right behind it.

"James, are you okay?" he asked. "You look –"

"Spooked? Freaked out?" Vic suggested from behind me, almost giving me a heart attack.

"Something like that," Brian replied.

"Okay, look," I began. "I can't talk, I can't tell you anything, I have to go home." With that I put my backpack on and ran out the front doors.

I almost toppled my sister over as I ran out the doors. "Fi?"

"Jamie!"

I would've said something about my old nickname had I not been trembling. Fi noticed and asked, "Jamie are you okay? You're shaking like an earthquake!"

"Uh, y-y-y-yeah," I managed to stammer. Why was I stammering? And what was that weird feeling in my stomach?! It was like I was excited about something. Whatever it was, I must have been elated because the feeling moved to my fingers.

"Jamie, your hands!" Fi exclaimed.

"What?" I looked down at them – and almost screamed. "W-w-what-how is this-" There were sparks coming out of my fingertips.

"Jamie." Fi took my hand and yelped.

"Sorry."

"It's fine," she replied, wincing. "I have an idea about why this stuff is happening."

"Okay, tell me. Why is this happening?" I asked. We started walking home.

"This might sound weird –"

I laughed. "Weird? Someone's fist just went through my head. This will probably be normal compared to that."

"Oh. You'd be surprised," Fi replied.

"Yeah?"

Fi hesitated. "What would you say if I told you we had…powers?"

"Powers?" I repeated.

"Yeah, like, oh I don't know…turning invisible?"

"You can turn invisible?"

Fi nodded. "I found out when Maggie was giving me some trouble in the hallway." My sister broke into a grin. "It was kinda funny watching her freak out when I disappeared from sight."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you think we should use our powers for, like, the greater good or whatever?"

"Probably." We stopped at the front door of our house, which was really close by my school. I literally walked to and from school every day.

When we opened the door, our parents were nicely dressed.

"Welcome home!" my mom greeted. Fi went to take her shoes off when my mom stopped her.

"Fi, dear, don't take off your shoes," she said.

"Why not?"

'We're going to see Professor Yumdar in a few minutes!"

"…Why?" I asked. How did my parents know about a scientist that neither Vic or me had heard of?

"We've received an invitation. He wants the whole family to come over for dinner. Isn't that nice?"

Fi and I looked at each other. Something was definitely up. "Yeah. Totally…"

"Let's go then!" my father said brightly.

"Do you like the looks of this place?" Fi asked me.

I shook my head. "Not at all."

We were staring at a very fancy looking mansion. The grass was very green, and cleanly cut. A cleanly cut man walked out onto the yard.

"Just the family I wanted to see," he said with a very broad smile. "The birdsong!"

"Hello," my father greeted. He got out of the car, pocketing his keys. "You must be Professor Yumdar, correct?"

"Yes you are; that I am."

My father shook Yumdar's outstretched hand. "I'm John Byrdsong. This is my wife, Annie Byrdsong."

"A pleasure, Sir," my mother said with a smile.

"Ah, yes, the head of the house and his beautiful wife." Yumdar looked into the car window. "And who are these two…" He looked both of us up and down with a look of slight disgust on his face. "…lovely children?"

"James and Fi Byrdsong," I replied before my parents could. I glared at Yumdar, as disgusted about him as he was of me.

"It's such a… wonderful pleasure to meet you two." Yumdar smiled a painful one.

"…" I opened the door, taking pleasure in hitting Yumdar with it. Stepping out, I helped a grinning Fi out of the car.

"Alright, let's get inside, hmm?" Yumdar's friendly smile returned. We all went inside.

The inside of the house was more impressive than the outside. First off, all the walls were white. Well, everything seemed white in the house. There were nice white sofas in the living room, and a large hd tv sat on a glass table.

"Professor, your house is amazing," my father breathed.

"Yes, it is pretty amazing," Yumdar agreed. 'Certainly better than anything else I've had in the Medieval times."

"What?" I turned around and looked at Yumdar.

"Oh, nothing." Yumdar turned and walked off. "Feel free to look around. Dinner will begin soon."

My parents wandered off. I looked at Fi. "He seems nice, hmm?"

"Such a nice charmer," she replied sarcastically. Both of us grinned at each other.

"What do you think he's doing?" Fi asked.

"Polishing that big ego of his?" I suggested.

Fi held her laugh in. "Probably something like that."

"Maybe we could find out." I grinned at my sister. "You up for it?"

"Bring it." We started walking after Yumdar.

"Did you hear him say that thing about the Medieval Times?" I asked.

Fi nodded. "He doesn't sound like a scientist."

"No kidding." I looked around. So many doors…

There was a bright explosion from one of the doors. Fi and I looked at each other.

"What do you think that was?!"

"I don't know, but it probably isn't good."

"Gee, you think?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just come on."

Cautiously I went to the door. I was about to open the door when I heard a cackle. "Oh God."

Fi, being impatient, opened the door. We both looked inside.

"Who is that?"

We both were staring at a dark eyed, and I mean completely dark, like pitch black creature floating in the air. It kind of looked like Yumdar.

"P-professor Yumdar?" I asked.

"This is not Yumdar." The voice was as enjoyable as nails on a chalkboard. "This is Daryum, the most powerful sorcerer in the past, present and future!" The cackled rang through the air again.

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