Rites of Prejudice
The mage dashed down the fire escape, stalled by his grey threadbare trench coat catching on a rickety bolt of the railing. Fabric pulled tight, jerking him back before ripping. The spark of a flattening bullet pangs off the steel level where he should have been. The luck spell had gone off late, only now doing its job.
Daring a glance up the mage observed the gunman leveling a revolver for another shot. Dive rolling down the next flight of the poorly maintained stairs the mage’s weight collided with the all too thin rusted guard rail. The eroded metal gave way without a sound showering the ground with brown rust flakes. The mage fell, landing upon the plastic lid of a dumpster face down. Wind exploding from his lungs and stars swimming before his eyes. Rolling to his back sucking in oxygen the mage focuses up at the gunman resting comfortably on the level above him, pistol at the ready.
The hammer of the revolver slammed home, a slender wisp of smoke exits the rear of the gun, yet the firearm failed to bark as before. Snarling, the gunman pulled the trigger again, the mage rolled off the dumpster as the shot went wide. Zigzagging the mage raced for the mouth of the alley to the open street beyond. The mage did not have to look over his bruised shoulder to know the thug would give chase.
Running head along into street the mage threw up his hands as an oncoming car slammed on its brakes. The engine of the yellow 1957 Chevy roared in annoyance. The painted flames shifted subtly along the hood draping along the flank of the vehicle. The mage locked eyes with the driver who apparently was just as surprised. Scraping his finger from his earlobe to the corner of his mouth, the mage’s sight instantly changed. The world exploded in a dazzling shimmer becoming surreal. The classic car shimmered with magic, as did the driver. The man behind the wheel adjusted his sunglasses bringing on a similar effect. A split second of irony passed between the two mages as they assessed the other.
Any in depth examination was postponed as the windshield of the immaculate car spider webbed caving in centered around a hole the size of a marble. The mage’s vision blackened along the edges as his heart rate threatened to spiral out of control. The driver’s face was hidden behind a field of broken refracting glass and a sheen of bright red over it. Adrenaline pounded through the mage as he rounded the car, yanking open the door. Thinking of only survival the mage shoved the now dead driver over placing himself behind the wheel. People walking along the street are slow to react, yet begin to run away from the vehicle.
A thud hits the passenger window, the mage catching a glimpse of the gunman’s face as the thug whips the pistol against the glass only to have it rebound with no effect. The mage presses the accelerator and rips through the traffic light ahead, weaving through the crossing traffic to a myriad of horns of alarm and anger. Turning sharply he loses sight of the gunman, angling the car towards the freeway.
Bursting past the on ramp the mage hits the wipers cursing as they get stuck on the broken glass, the fresh blood on the inside of the windshield a further hindrance. The former driver droops forward, blood smearing from the head wound along the lower edge of the passenger side window. Lights and sirens ignite and pull up behind the obviously fast moving crime scene.
The mage grumbled, “Great, just great. Now what else?”
Keeping the pursing police car in the side mirror the mage felt his power gather as he centered himself. Focusing on the squad car the mage could feel his senses extend and branch out. The mage’s eyes traveled to the hood of the chasing car and then through the metal to the engine beneath. Ethereal power mixed with arcane words as the mage chanted. Forced into being, the magic coursed through the mage, out his eyes to the mirror and enveloping the squad car.
The racing public service vehicle began to slow, its authority lights winking out. The engine whined as the electricity to keep the car moving died. The officer grabbed for the radio only to find that it too had died. In seconds the chase was over and the mage let out a long breath before dabbing at his nose. Fingers slick with blood, the mage squinted. Improvised magic always carried a price.
Leaving the freeway the mage pulled the car into a parking lot on the outskirts of Sparks Nevada. More power came forth as he placed a hand on the ruined windshield. In his free hand the mage clutched a crystal of rose. Channeling the essence of the stone the mage stared at the broken window. Slowly the blood evaporated from the broken glass and the glass began to reform into one piece. The crystal turned to powder in his hand before it was fully finished leaving a pair of long cracks in the window as a result.
Leaning his head back to stop the bleeding he closed his eyes as his mind readied to set about sorting out the events of the day. As his nose stopped bleeding the mage pulled a wad of hastily wadded bills from a pocket. Counting the money, he chided himself.
A lousy two grand, that puts me eight short. That spell should have worked properly. If only that idiot had drunk the shot sooner he would have never seen it coming. Not that I needed it, I had a full house aces up.”
Looking at himself in the rear view mirror the mage shook his head, “What a mess. Debts out the ass. Now I got a dead mage and a car that is hot in more ways than a diamond has facets. I should have stayed in the academy.”
Sitting back in the seat the mage shivered, hand slowly angling the mirror to the backseat…
The mage felt his body go ridged, his eyes taking in the form propped up in the backseat. Glassy green eyes stared blindly forward and through him. Black hair ran down slender shoulders, cascading over a simple blue hoodie and jeans. “Uhhh Hello there?” The mage wilted inwardly.
The figure in the backseat stared forward still, giving no response. Gingerly the mage turned taking the figure in fully. Recognizing what was he sighed in relief before his mind raced with alarm. “You are just a construct, a vessel of information.”
The mage’s mind ticked over into renewed panic. “Someone is going to come looking for you! Shit! Shit! Shit! This couldn’t possibly get any worse!”
In response to the mage’s dismay the glove box on the car slid open a streak of green exiting and right for him. Defensively the mage thrust out an arm catching the streak. It felt soft and in more pleasant circumstances, cuddly. Blunt teeth nipped the sleeve of his coat, a voice chattering in his head. ‘Die you cowan scum!’
The mage managed to keep the fluffy blur at arms length. Emerald green fur struggled in his grasp, overly large ears shaking vigorously as the thing continued to try and maul the sleeve of his coat. ‘I might dissipate but not before I damage you!’
Gripping the beast with both hands the mage held the green furred rabbit as still as he was able. “What the hell are you talking about? What are you?”
A sudden stream of urine from the rabbit struck the mage in the face surprised, he let go. The rabbit blurred launching itself off the body in the passenger seat kicking at the mage. Car rocking as the mage adjusted, the rabbit was swatted aside only to rebound off the dashboard and back at the mage.
‘You killed my master!’
The mage ducked another leap, twisting to catch the rampaging rabbit by the scruff of the neck. Slamming the bunny against the dashboard the mage held it there, its legs kicking uselessly. “I didn’t kill him!”
‘Bullshit you cowan, you aced him to get the repository!’
Gritting his teeth, the mage seethed. “Look. Don’t call me that again. I have formal training. I’m not one of those mistakes running around out there.”
The rabbit huffed, face against the dash. ‘Unlikely. So now what? What are you going to do now? A little bunny rape?’ Its legs kicking still as the volume of its mental voice grew to a fevered pitch.
Sighing the mage let the rabbit drop, “I didn’t kill him. Just give me a chance to explain.”
The rabbit dove under the passenger seat, ‘Why should I dickwad?”
Keeping an eye on the direction the rabbit went the mage exhaled deeply. “Because I don’t know what is going on. You seem to. I’ll tell my side, and you fill in the blanks.”
‘Go on dickless.’
The mage explained his story, the debt, the card game he cheated at. The escape, the killing of the driver from his perspective; the whole time the rabbit probed every little detail.
Minutes passed and finally the rabbit poked its head out from under the seat. ‘You are a real loser, you know that? Still, -no shut up let me talk. He was my link to this world. He HAD a very important job to do. Now he is dead, the job needs to be done still and I need essence.’
The mage mulled the statement over. “That makes you a familiar. Look you will need a bond. Without one we are both screwed. I’ll bond with you to replace him. You direct me where I need to go so I can get clear of this mess.”
The rabbit sneered, ‘Screwed? Well you are. I would just go back to the spirit realm and await a summoning.’ The mage gave the green rabbit a knowing look. ‘Ok that might not be a great idea. Let me make it clear, you are no Frederick. You are not a replacement, so let’s call it, slumming for a bit. Got it?”
The mage shrugged, “Whatever you say. We got a deal?”
Green fur hackles, ‘Yeah we got one. Let me get this out first, since after this I gotta serve you, ok?”
The mage nodded and the bunny launched into a mental assault of verbal insults degrading the mage and his training, his lineage, his choice in clothes, and even his mother. Panting the rabbit hopped up in the mage’s lap. ‘Ok I’m done. Hurry, we are running out of time.’
Ritual began, it was short and brief as the two bonded, nearly exhausting both. The rabbit was linked to the mage its essence exchanged and exhilarated the mage. A cat nap later the mage awoke to poke through the dead mage’s pockets. Pulling a wallet forth, he gazed at the drivers’ license.
“Terrance Frederickson. That is a ghastly name. Let’s change that.” A minor exertion of magic upon the plastic card and the letters fluttered to move. Some faded and others rearranged until the mage nodded his head in satisfaction.
“Terry Ford. Now that is a name I can live with…”