The muse gang

Chapter eleven

Marshall bowed his head and closed his eyes, making the entire room go on a black out. He then put a spot light on me. Now I was the center of attraction.

I walked deeper to the center of the room and took a stand, "Good evening everyone. Welcome to tonight's occasion..." I raised a finger and stretched my arm towards the stage of the hall. The microphone on the stand was drawn to me... Like I was some kinda magnet. The whole crowd moved away with murmurs. Telekenesis!

I raised the mic to my mouth and smiled, "There.There. No need to be afraid. I'm here for a show. Peter's the name and magic is the game." The aura of the hall was tense and my speech didn't seem to soften it.

However, Marshall had that blue glow in his eyes again. Then suddenly, the lights came back again. Still, the blue eyes remained. There was still more magic on the way. At least I still had my attention, "Very well. I would only start the show when all of you brighten up. Now... Give me a grin."

A few people seemed to nod but the grin was fake. Oh brother, I really scared them huh.

I glanced at our Target lady again. She looked interested in the show. So I nodded, "Is everyone ready?"

More murmur crossed the entire hall... Which I somehow concluded to be a yes.

"Good," I went on, "Now for my first trick, I need a volunteer... Female to be precise."

A crazy old lady raised a hand and jumped out to me before I could say stupid.

Still, I faked a smile, "Thank you so much. Now, would you please cover your face with both your hands."

She looked at me for a while with confusion in her eyes until she obeyed and placed her hands over her face.

I faced the audience and demonstrated, "Now... Somebody should place a bet with me. I can make this mama out here as young as twenty."

Hahhhhh! As you all will have it, they laughed. At least the tension was gone. Somehow, they doubted me. How expected! And I was so going to prove them wrong.

I ignored the jackasses and watched the lady with the covered face. She seemed excited. Here goes nothing.

Raising my hand, I touched her hands and lowered them from her face. And yep. Marshall did it! She was as hot as Amaya now... Cough. Did Marshall hear that? He would certainly end me then. I then gave her a mirror. She, along with the entire hall, awed and looked at me in shock. What trick could be behind that. I smirked and gave the hall a big nod.

I heard a man shout from the audience, "Bring my wife back you creep."

I laughed and raised her hands to her face again. When she lowered them after a moment, she became her old self again.

The entire room clapped in excitement and my volunteer left the stage. As normal as they were, they assumed I used some mirror effect, lighting, electrons... s**t!

It... Was.... Magic.

"Do you need another,"I rasped and raised a brow.

They cheered a yes and I nodded to that, "I'm always at your service. But first of all," I grabbed a glass of orange juice from a passing waiter, "I'm thirsty."

Ignoring their glares of impatience, I gulped down the entire cup and sighed satisfactorily, "Woah! That was refreshing. I know you all are anxious, but I swear I need to have more of that juice."

Another waiter came by with a second glass. However, that was not my point.

Solemnly, I touched the base of my empty glass with a finger and rose it gently to the brim.

As my finger ascended the glass cup, orange juice flowed up along with it, filling the glass from God knows where.

Intentionally,I looked up at my audience, watching them gawk at the glass and shake their heads. From their faces, I could guess their thoughts.... He came so soon!

Oh f**k it, I wasn't Jesus, "Isn't that a glass of juice saved?"

A grin appeared on their faces at my words. And at that, I wanted to give them more.

I moved closer to the people and waved the cup of juice in their faces, "Yeah yeah. I know. But drinking two cups of orange juice is kinda boring. We'll have to agree on that."

The blonde lady watched me closely, suspiciously. She didn't seem to be going anywhere now. I couldn't hold on to this show forever. I just hoped the clan found a way to get her soon.

Returning my attention to my people, "We should certainly try a different flavour... Say apple?"

Hahhhhh! Their eyes narrowed and fixed on me this time. If there was to be a trick behind all these shenanigans, they would surely find out now.

I just snickered and rotated the glass of orange juice gently.

And gradually, before their very eyes, it lightened to the golden shade of apple juice. I watched the crowd again. Darn it, they loved me. They were pleased, amazed, perplexed.

The juice found itself running down my throat and satisfying my great excitement. I returned the glass to a waitress and she stalked away with her eyes on me.

What would you expect.... I just winked.

"Oh please," I began, "I know this is kinda fun but I'm running out of time.... So I have one last trick."

I could hear the disappointment from the guests. However, their gazes urged me to go on with the last one.

Just then, Marshall appeared at my back and whispered, "We've been caught Edward. Those guys over there are coming for you."

I looked ahead and watched the blonde lady point towards me, talking to two men in suits. Immediately, they squeezed through the guests and approached me, "How did this happen?"

Marshall rushed his words and tugged at my arm, "Anthony intended to kidnap the b***h as everyone was distracted by your show. Now she has body guards presently after our boys. Now, these p*****s are after you because you are clearly suspected for distraction."

Oh God. Anthony and his foolishness again, "But I promised the guests one last trick."

"That's impossible,"he snarled, "you'd be caught before you are done. Let's leave. These fools are getting closer."

I looked and noticed them struggling through the guests, paving their way to me. That was creepy but I could not just leave the show.

I....had a plan.

"And now people. For my last trick," I seized an empty dish and smashed it on the ground. As expected, everybody looked down at the broken dish in surprise, expecting some kind of magic to escape from it. Even the blonde's bodyguards stopped for a while because of the loud crash.

When nothing happened afterwards, all the eyes fell back on me.... Me?

But I wasn't there, I was gone... Vanished. A way of escaping from the men and performing my last trick at the same time. Wit!

I appeared with Marshall at the building top. Apparently, it seemed the men after our boys had chased them to the exact same spot.

Now, Anthony and David were at a dead end... having nowhere else before them to run to except off the building.

The only way to escape the men behind them was to jump off the 30 floored building... Outrage!

They both turned around and gasped at the three men stalking towards them in fear. Then somehow, Anthony... remembered they had muses.

He screamed, "Kella! Chris!"

Immediately, the smart one alongside the evil one, teleported to the roof top.

"It's about time!" David sighed, "Little help here?"

Chris cracked his knuckles, as evil as he was, and rasped, "I thought you'd never ask."

The men wondered who David was speaking with as all muses were invisible. Well, they saw me.. and just me, standing there, posing no obvious threats. Angrily, they ignored me and faced their attention to their targets again.

I then glanced at the three ghosts by my side, "Are you guys just gonna stand here?"

Kella smirked and winked at Marshall, "Let's scare them with death."

The male muses seemed to connect and understand her immediately. As much as the men were three, so were the muses. So each muse picked a man and gave him a smackdown, possessing their victim with utmost pleasure. I studied the men. There was no blue glow in their eyes due to the possession. Meaning that only happened when a muse possessed his own host.

Anthony and David joined me where I stood and we watched the show together.

Now, the muses in these men made them run and jump off... The building! Oh My God! This was thirty floors we were talking about.

That was death. But I knew my crew well enough to know that their intentions were not to kill the men. Immediately the three bodyguards began falling down to death, the ghosts left their bodies and joined us. Now we six were the ones watching the show tagged; Watch them fly.

I pitied the devils. Know why? It was because they were totally confused about how they even started falling down. I just laughed at them, watching them fall and scream in fear and Oblivion.

When the three cleared the first ten floors down, the muses lightened their eyes to the awesome glow of blue it always had when they showed magic.

And suddenly, the show was over and the falling men paused and remained in air, happy and confused at the same time. Like twenty floors were left before they met Jesus.... Or Satan.

But somehow, I didn't want it to end so easily. I still needed some fun. And for that, the men had to keep on falling. I looked straight ahead and found another hotel building. One of the rooms had a woman who was getting ready for a shower, aka, she was stripping. At that, the craziest idea popped into my head and I smiled.