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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother

... fire!” Fumi shouted. “It's distorting the air. I can't see.” “I'm with you, Fatima,” Christy shouted, her footsteps echoing behind her. Fatima still had mixed thoughts about Christy. But she was following her into danger, so that counted for something. She reached the top of the stairs and turned into her mother's room. The door was smashed open and a pile of dust from one of Aaliyah's homunculi lay before it. A man stood inside her mom's room, his arm held tight about her mom's throat. Fatima gaped at the placid look in her mom's eyes. She didn't struggle at all in the man's arms. Her eyes narrowed at the stranger dressed in a black robes, a pendant carved of some clear crystal flashing about his throat, a staff carved of a black wood in the other. “Let her go!” she snarled, dashing forward. The man turned, placing her mother between them and Fatima stopped her charge, keeping her yari leveled at him. “We will exchange your mother for the Djinn,” the man said, his voice booming loud, a grin crossing his craggy face. He looked ancient, with tufts of white-gray hair circling the bald crown of his head. “Fuck that! You let mom go or I'll gut you.” “Be careful,” Christy said. “He's got a celestite aura. He has power.” “Doesn't matter. There's only one way out and that's through us.” Fatima fixed her fiery gaze on the man. “So do the smart thing and let my mom go.” “You think this is the only way out of here? How limited your imagination is.” “Ishtar,” Christy chanted, “protect ...

... your servant and put to sleep those that threaten her!” The man's pendant grew brighter. “You need more power than that to bewitch me, child.” “Your time's running out. Fumi's putting out the fire and Kyle and Britney will be up here soon. You can't fight us all.” “True. You children have dangerous toys.” His flinty eyes narrowed. “But so do I.” His staff crackled with black energy. The air warped around the man and her mother, bending and distorting like Fatima was looking at them through a the bottom of a coke bottle. Then the air sprang back to normal and they were gone. “Fuck! Christy, what the hell was that?” “I don't know,” she answered. “It was that staff. It must be an artifact like your weapon.” “Well, fuck, where'd he go?” Foot steps crashed nearer and Kyle burst into the room, his katana held before him. “Where's mom?” “Some guy just took her.” “Aaliyah!” he cried out. The Genie popped into view in a swirl of dust. “Yes?” she asked, looking around. “I wish my mom is back here.” “I cannot affect her, remember,” she said, placing her arm on him. “Not without her permission.” “Right,” Kyle muttered. “Fucking Burke. Then where is she? I wish to know.” Aaliyah closed her eyes. “The principal's office at your school.” “Then let's go. The police will be here any minute. The neighbors are already gawking.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaliyah could feel the cold anger in Kyle as she pressed up against him in the back of SUV. His hard muscles were all tensed, his knuckles ...