Fire - Elemental Series

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is the second story in the series. The first story I focused on the details of how the magic worked, this one is a lot more story based. 2 years after the happenings in the first story, Adrian and his investigative partner, Sully, are on a case of a kidnapped boy. This case could make or break SIS. I hope you enjoy it.

"You're not actually wearing a sweat suit again are you, Adrian?" Sully said looking up at me, his thin hair brushed to one side.

I shot a mocking smile at him. "Nice to see you too. Crazy weather huh?"

"Don't sass me Whitlock, this is a high profile case!" He sat back into his chair sipping a cup of coffee. "This could make or break this company, and you know it."

He was right, SIS (Sullivan Investigative Services) has fallen onto hard times, all of the Big Apple has. We are lucky to break even most months. "Their kid got kidnapped, I don't really think they care what I am wearing."

"They may not, but I do. I can't have my partner walking around looking like a bum that just rolled out from under a bridge. We have a professional reputation to uphold." He lifted his cup and spilled a little more coffee onto his wrinkled old button up.

I chuckled, "Reputation, right." Sully grunted looking down at his shirt, the buttons straining to contain his beer gut.

"I went to the thrift store and got you a new shirt and pants." Before I could protest, he lifted his hand. "No synthetic materials, so you don't need to worry about it mucking up your mystic mumbo jumbo."

"Aw, Sully, you shouldn't have," I teased pinching his pudgy cheek.

He swatted my hand away and growled, "Stop it asshole, your hands are fucking freezing! Plus I didn't do it because I like you." He paused for more coffee, "It’s for the company."

"Alright, alright, no need to get all mushy." I hunched over, mimicking Sully, puffing my cheeks out, "We men, no showing emotion. Sign of weakness."

He sighed, and let out a fake chuckle, "You are going to be the end of me kid." I smiled and stepped into the bathroom to change.

Pink. This is some kind of sick joke.

I stepped out and Sully burst into a wheezing smokers laugh, slamming a meaty fist on his desk. "You look like one of them gay boys on that Jersey show!" His laugh turned into a rolling cough.

He got me a pink button up shirt with a black tie, black dress pants, and pink leather shoes. I also have my long white staff, with swirling designs that I use to channel my magic. Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm a Wizard.

I didn't want him to have too much fun at my expense though, so I played a long. "Actually, I kind of like this Sully," I brushed the front of the shirt down. "This color makes my eyes seem brighter."

He stopped his belly jiggling laugh and stared at me quizzically. I just held a pleased smile."I knew you were a crooked one, just never had any proof." I batted my eye lashes and thought he was about to punch me. "C'mon fairy boy, let's go to work." I followed behind him, smiling.

We pulled up to a large gated house. Sully whistled, "Quite the shack."

"Yeah, with that kind of money, you have to wonder why they hired us." Sully grunted in affirmation. We climbed out of Sullys’ tiny VW that is held together by rust and duct tape. For my six foot four frame, it was like trying to climb through a doggy door. I managed it and we walked up to the large iron gate that had a speaker built into a stone wall.

The speaker chirped to life, "What do you want?" A mans voice came through.

Sully cleared his throat, "We are here to speak with the Sholts family. We are from the Sullivan..."

The box chirped again, "Come in." The latch of the gate swung open, we both raised our eye brows. They must have been expecting us. We walked up to the porch. Towering oak double doors stood at the front of the white house with shimmering stain glass. The lawn was manically groomed beyond perfection. The whole estate looked like something from a magazine.

A young woman met us as we were about to knock on the door, blond curls bobbed around her pretty face. She couldn't have been any older than eighteen. She looked me up and down. Something primitive sparked in her eyes.

Sully spoke up, sweat beading on his forehead giving him his usual greasy sheen. "Is Mrs. Sholts here? We are here about her son."

She rolled her eyes at him, "I know why you are here."

He growled, "Listen you little..."

I stepped up in front of Sully, cutting him off. She trained her eyes on me again, a seductive smirk on her face. Something seemed off about her, but I also wasn't much of a hit with the ladies. "May we speak to her Miss...?"

"Athena." She stated. "And I doubt my parents really know who Athena is, they just saw it as a popular name in some magazine."

"Uh huh. Well Athena, could you show us to your parents?"

"No, I have to go, it was nice talking to you though." She stuck out her hand and I took it. Hot power washed over my body that made my finger tips tingle and my arm hairs stand up. I went rigid for a moment, and I swear I saw a little smoke escape her nostrils. She moved by me, and a sweet perfume engulfed my senses. "By the way," she whispered into my ear, "Pink looks good on you Adrian. But can it withstand the fire?"

I gasped and turned around to find nothing, she was gone. Only a little perfume remained, with a whiff of sulfur. I glanced back at Sully who had stopped paying attention which was unusual as well, he was an investigator after all. A pit in my stomach began to ache and something inside me was screaming that I was in way over my head. I leaned on my staff, a little dizzy. What the hell is going on around here.

The door to the house swung open again and I nearly jumped out of my skin. An older high class woman stood in the doorway, expensive jewelry draped around her neck and sparkled under her greying hair.

"Hello gentlemen, will you please come in." She motioned an elegant hand towards a sitting room. Above a huge gas fire place was a portrait of herself and whom I assumed was her husband sitting over the mantel. Expensive furniture was laid out in a half circle around the fire place. "Can I get you anything, maybe something to drink?"

Sully tried to put on a friendly smile, but it just didn't fit his face very well. "Coffee, black."

Her eyes locked on mine and I could tell that the kind, elegant outside was just covering a snarling beast that would kill anyone to be on the top. After a split moment, she smiled, more predatory than pleasant.

"No, thank you," I spoke harshly between my teeth, "We won't be staying long, just a few questions."

"Very well." She turned on a heel and stalked from the room.

Sully turned to me with a scowl, yanking my collar down to look him in the eyes. "What the hell do you think you’re doing Whitlock, she is a client, and the one that is going to save my business at that!"

"Something is off here Sully. I can't explain it, but my gut tells me that these people are not who they say they are."

"They are rich, Adrian. Political faces, of course they are not who they say they are. All I care about is if that broad has money, which she does, a lot of it." He loosened his grip and shoved me a little.

I just repeated myself in a confident voice, "Something isn't right, Sully, I know it." He grunted, ignoring my concern. Damn greedy bastard, only thinks about money. I noticed my face felt hot, with something that I work hard to contain. Anger. I've always felt that anger just clouds my thoughts. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths until I calmed down.

Mrs. Sholts walked back in, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The cup itself looked as though it would cost me a whole months rent. She passed it to Sully, gently touching his hand, then sat down in a cushy chair. "Now ask your questions, please."

"When was the last time you saw your son?" Sully asked, bringing out a pad of paper and a pen.

"Two days ago, here, he was doing his homework. My husband and I left for a," she paused for just a moment, "ceremony of sorts. When we came home, he was just gone."

I thought for a moment, something still seemed wrong, "Did you smell any sulfur? Like a rotten egg smell?"

She went rigid, staring me up and down. I felt like I was on the right track. "I...I cannot remember."

I sat back, nodding slightly.

"Did your daughter see anything?" I asked, acting on a hunch.

Confusion and slight worry warped her sharp features, but it didn’t seem sincere, "I don't have a daughter."

I looked at Sully, who obviously didn't see anything wrong with that. "Right," I said, "my mistake."

"Is there anything else you can remember. Maybe you made some enemies recently?" Sully changed the subject.

"Well, yes actually, now that you mention it. There has been a man, oh, what was his name? Mr. Hobbes, that's it. We are forcing him to close his crummy little fishing business so that we can build a hotel. He is quite upset about the whole thing and has called repeatedly threatening us."

"And you didn't report this harassment to the authorities?" I shot at her.

She smiled again, "Please, we receive threats often, Mr. Whitlock, it is hardly a matter for the police."

This is the second person to know my name without me telling them "I don't remember introducing myself, ma'am."

I caught a glimpse of caution in her eyes, before she covered it up again. "Why wouldn't I know your name? You don't really think I would hire you without a little research, do you? You two get yourselves mixed up into some interesting cases, some people might see you as a threat," She leaned forward staring straight at me, "or maybe just a minor annoyance." She flashed another grin at me.

Sully coughed. "I think we will go talk to this, Mr. Hobbes, thank you for your time." Sully rose like nothing had happened, his eyes blank and went for the door. A pit still lodged in my gut, I followed. Watching my back making sure Mrs. Sholts wasn't going to take me out prison yard style.

Definitely in over my head.

It was mid afternoon when we pulled up to the little bait shop that stood near Long Beach. It was small, but in a beautiful spot, over looking the ocean. You could barely see a lighthouse off in the distance on a little island.

We walked in to find an older man standing behind the counter, his white eyebrows so bushy that they covered his eyes.

"Mr. Hobbes? I am Detective Sullivan and this is my partner Adrian we are with SIS, and we would like to ask you a few questions," Sully said with as much authority as he could muster.

Hobbes smacked his lips turning to us, a scowl on his wrinkled face. "I already told you people that I am not selling my property, I don't care what scare tactic you use! Now get out of my store and take your queer friend with you!"

"Hey!" I said a little hurt. I was starting to like this shirt.

"Listen," Sully said, raising his hands in a submissive gesture. "We are here about a missing kid, that's all.”

"Missing kid? I don't know anything about a missing kid."

"We were told by our client that you may have had reason to kidnap their son," I said in a soft tone.

"And who is your client?" I was about to say it was confidential. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I already have a pretty good idea who sent you. Rich bitch and her pale husband have been hounding me for over a year now. Sending vandals to trash the place, putting poison in the dirt where I raise my worms, even threatened to send a hit man." He crossed his arms, "I am too old to be bullied."

I felt like a broken record asking it, "And you didn't go to the police with this?"

"Of course I have, but the case always gets shot down."

I turned to Sully and murmured, "Someone up top might be wrapped up with the Sholts, keeping them from using anything against their family." He grunted, but it was an unconvinced grunt. I have hung around him long enough to know.

"Why would the Sholts hire us if they had that much control in the city?" He whispered back. Something clicked in my head and the gears started turning.

"We need to get out of here!" I looked up at Hobbes. "Come with us, you might be in danger!"

"I am not going anywhere with you two!"

"What the hell are you doing Adrian?" Sully said.

I looked him in the eye, he saw my fear. "It was a set up, Sully."

He studied my face, "What?"

"We have worked a few weird cases, the supernatural world is aware of us! Sholts said so herself!"

"When did she say that? You are losing it kid."

"Do you remember Athena leaving? Or even leaving the house to the car?" His eyes widened. "She isn't human, man, she Pacified you by touching your hand,” Sully opened his mouth about to ask another question. “It’s magic! She scrambled your eggs, she rung your bell, she messed with your mind. She figured us as a threat, so she set this up so she could kill two birds with one stone!" I got closer to him, "Why hire two low life investigators when she could send the whole police department out here?"

"What about the kid?"

"Use your damn head man! Where was the ransom call, the pictures of the happy family? Why wasn’t she distraught about her only son being taken?" I grabbed his shoulder. " There is no kid! How could we have not seen it before?"

I barely got the last words out when the front door of the little shack ripped off it’s hinges. Sully slipped from my grip and fell unconscious to the floor next to Hobbes. Mrs. Sholts stood in the broken doorway, behind her was a massive pale man. Slabs of muscle made it hard to believe he could fit through the door way at all.

I bared my teeth, summoning up my spirit pulling in the heat around me. I was so stupid to let this happen. The room dropped twenty degrees in a matter of seconds, my breath shot out in gout's of mist. The designs on my white staff began slightly shifting as I lined up the channels I would use to focus my spell.

Sholts just giggled with amusement, "You really think your power could even scratch me?" Her skin changed several shades as she talked, becoming very pale. "You amuse me Wizard, as do all of your kind. You think that your petty control over the elements makes you invulnerable to the real predators of this realm." God I hate it when the enemy monologues. I unleashed my spell. "Frominous Azure!" Fire channeled through momentum and an extra kick of kinetic force, shot from my staff and hit Sholts like an anvil in mid sentence.

She was barely stunned, singes on the walls all around her crackled from the intense heat. I already felt winded from the effort. "You are insufferable you know! Not even capable of enough respect to not interrupt a greater power."

"I'm not much for the whole pre-death chit chat thing."

She quirked a frown and dove for me with inhuman speed. We crashed through the old walls and landed in the next room. I used her momentum and rolled back, using my legs to launch her away. The wall behind me exploded with flying splinters and something clamped around me, threatening to split me in half. I felt two cracks in my ribs and screamed.

The big man had me in a bear hug, a foot off the ground. I had lost my staff somewhere. Like it would do me any good anyway.

Sholts stood to face me, her elegant dress a little torn. "Now you can listen." She grabbed my jaw, I didn’t fight as I waited for the next monologue. "The destruction of this building and the death of the old man and your partner will be because you lost it. After your partner hired you onto another bogus case, and the old man came up short for the money, you killed them both, started a fire, and shot yourself, because you are a pathetic excuse for a life." She spat in my face. Not like a little saliva, she snorted it out from her sinuses and hawked a lugy on me. Very unlady like.

"Aw, gross." I heard myself saying in a wheezing voice.

She smirked and raised a gun to my head, eyes bright with pleasure. I locked my gaze with hers, she will witness the wrath of a dying wizard. Channeling all the remaining energy in my body for one last hurrah.

I heard the hammer pull back then strike a dud bullet as fire engulfed the room. She hissed. There was a sickening crack from behind me, and the human vise clamp let me go; landing on my knees with a grunt. Flames washed over me, but there was no pain, just warmth, like that of a woman's touch. I took a deep breath and the power made my body tingle.

"That is enough Siren," a hooded women that smelled of sulfur walked out from behind me to face Sholts. A cloak of fire dangled loosely around her, "You know this one is protected, and yet you deliberately disrespected those of the true Greater Power." The woman snarled, " The balance must be restored."

Sholts screamed as the fire pulled her down into the floor, then she was just gone. It happened so fast. The woman turned towards me, I recognized her. Athena. The second thing I noticed was that I was naked, my new clothes all burned away. Great.

Blushing, I said, "I guess it couldn't withstand the fire after all, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom."

"Do not forget that I am also a Goddess of War, Wizard. And no warrior of the Elements should wear pink saddle shoes." She smirked, looking me up and down again. The fire receded into me, and I felt a sudden weight on my skin. A crimson leather duster was draped over me, the mantle was black with intricate designs in more crimson.I was in my old grey sweat suit made of pure cotton. I felt the cold of metal on my stomach as I ran my hands over my hoodie to lift up the bottom. A giant belt buckle was hugging my midsection with a leather strap, its power hummed through my body. Spiraling designs covered the surface, weaving into a Greek looking pattern. "There, that is perfect armor for a Weaver."

I stood, forcing through the white pain in my ribs. I tried to bow, but nearly fell over from the shock. I don’t know what it is, but when a Goddess gives you a gift, you bow. She braced me, and put a finger to my lips. "You are welcome my Warrior. I cannot aid you in your fights any longer. Do not let your path destroy your heart, its the only thing left that you can use against Them."

"Then she was gone, and the shop had been fixed! I'm telling you Sully!" I nearly shouted from the other end of the booth at a Denny’s.

"You keep saying that, but it all just sounds insane. And I have to tell ya, that belt buckle just makes you look even more gay than the pink shirt did."

I sighed, jamming another fry in my mouth. I am in way over my head.

Submitted: October 31, 2012

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I really like t

Sat, November 3rd, 2012 12:55am


Thank you

Fri, November 2nd, 2012 6:00pm


This short-story series are you planning on writing more of them?

Sat, November 3rd, 2012 12:56am


Yes, five in all. Basically since I am very new to writing, I wanted to learn my style and my character. After I feel confident enough that I know my character and I have worked out the world in which he exists, I plan to write something bigger.

Fri, November 2nd, 2012 6:00pm


Your an amazing writer! I do hope you carry these out so there is more to read ,as I see you've been asked from your previous comments. I love storys that include magic/fantasy too. Your great with your words, I like it.

Sat, November 3rd, 2012 3:05am


Thanks, I am glad you liked what I had to offer.

Fri, November 2nd, 2012 8:51pm


Wow this is so good! Not to sound picky but the end went a little fast. I read your first one too and I really hope you keep going. Maybe do Water next?

Sat, November 3rd, 2012 5:38pm


I am actually working on Air right now. I am hoping to draw this one out, let it last a bit longer and allow more plot to develope. Thanks for your input and I hope you keep reading.

Sat, November 3rd, 2012 10:41am


Both books were good and I will follow along with the series.

Mon, November 5th, 2012 9:44pm


Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy them.

Mon, November 5th, 2012 1:48pm


great story but was the girl (adrain thinking she was their daughter)supposed to be athena because she sounded threatening to him?

Tue, November 6th, 2012 2:27pm


I guess I don't exactly understand the questions, but ill try to answer it the best I can. Athena is a Goddess of the Fire Realm (not explained in this story for a reason). Her whole purpose is to keep balance within her realm. When the Siren tried to kill Adrian, she 'Tipped' the balances, (Also not described in this story for a reason.) The reason she was at the Sholts' house was because she was warning the Siren to back down. (Also not explained yet.) I hope this helped clear it up a little.

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Wed, November 7th, 2012 11:36pm

Nicola Chudasch

Another fantastic piece of the puzzle. Can't wait for more x Nikki x

Thu, November 8th, 2012 10:08pm


Thank you

Thu, November 8th, 2012 2:09pm

Future Author

I loved this sequel! It was so interesting to read. It was suspensful like the first chapter, but you also brought humor with the pik outfit. This short story series is really shaping up! Nice work once again and I am off to the next one after I like this one! :D

~future author

Wed, November 28th, 2012 11:34pm


Thanks again!

Wed, November 28th, 2012 3:36pm

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