Abraham The CouncilA Chapter by HeyJadeXO"How could this happen!" Abraham screams from the top of his lungs," I tasked you with one simple thing, catch the boy!”
Emery is in a state of hesitation as she waits for the opportunity to respond. The other members of the team surrounding the dining table are watching her intensely, not offering any assistance to the girl.
Her voice is dripping with fear, "Master, I am sorry I had to let him go. I approached the safe base. The gypsy she would have �"“
"Enough!" Abraham says, slamming his fists into the table.
"I asked you a question, yet you offer me excuses! I have given you the ability to change into any animal in the whole world, yet you choose a pack of mangy mutts!"
His voice echoes throughout the room. The glassware begins to shake on the dinner table.
"Emery you are a waste of my gift," he says coldly to the woman.
Emery sinks deeper into her chair, on the brink of tears.
Abraham could hear snickering behind him. "Do you find something humorous Leo?"
Abraham turns his attention away from Emery. He begins to make his way over to a space between two men, his feet gliding across the rug effortlessly, showing off his levitation skill.
Jedrek and Leo looked up at him with concern. Jedrek is holding the arms of his chair nervously. His muscles began to bulge, ripping his shirt a little in the sleeves, watching on edge while Leo starts to engage Abraham arrogantly.
"I do find it ironic that the girl would choose dogs, but, hey, we can't all be geniuses around here," Leo slapped Jedrek's arm playfully while laughing.
Emery is staring a hole into the back of Leo's head. She knows he is hostile towards her. Abraham eerily starts laughing along with Leo.
Jedrek immediately moves his chair back a few inches sensing the amusement wasn't genuine.
A purple aura surrounds Leo, lifting him off of his chair. His body is thrown across the room, slamming directly into the wall, knocking his glasses off.
He is now face down on the floor, unconscious. Jedrek begins to rise off of his chair slightly to help Leo then, decides against it. Even though he is five times the size of Abraham, he isn't confident in his safety.
Emery snickers, "Karma."
"Anybody else cares to comment?" Abraham says daringly.
The room fell silent. The other members sat motionless in their seats, fearing one move would cause them the same fate as Leo's.
The door to the room squeaks open, breaking the silence. A man enters as if no one else is in the chamber. He removes his hat and jacket, calmly placing them on the nearby rack. He speaks to Abraham directly.
"Perhaps we should conclude this dinner. It seems like there has been enough excitement for tonight," the man says, gesturing to Leo's body.
Abraham lets out a small laugh and nods in agreement.
Jedrek rushes over, picking up Leo's lifeless body from the floor. He throws the smaller man over his shoulder as he rushes out of the door joining the other members in their hasty exit. Abraham points at the wine in the middle of the table. "Help yourself uncle Liam,” he says warmly.
"You do realize they are newborns?" the man says with compassion, as he pours himself a glass.
"Newborns? No. They are garbage I took the time to recycle," Abraham responded, "I should have left them in the trash where I found them."
He reaches for his wine glass and begins to walk over to the window, sipping his drink in silence.
"Just remember your father is watching. It would be a shame if he started to feel as though he gave you a task you couldn't handle," Liam says.
Abraham slams his glass down. Red wine encases the table in crimson. The shattered glass shards pierce into his palm. "I have waited too long to be the gamemaster. No one, not even my father will take it away from me."
Liam lets out a small snort. His head starts shaking side to side slowly. "This has been the problem with you since you were a child. Time doesn't make you master of anything. Your father knew that quite early on. That's what made your dad the definition of a gamemaster, but you, Abraham, have everything handed to you."
Abraham stared at the glass in his palm while his uncle spoke. Each piece slowly falls out of his skin and onto the floor.
His cuts are mending themselves. A smile crept across his face. "My father was a pushover."
Liam looks at Abraham in disbelief. He places his glass down on the table calmly and stands up.
A few short steps lead him over to the coat rack. As he gathers his jacket and hat, he said with one foot outside the door, "I had higher hopes for you, Nephew. As far as the boy is concerned, you made a selfish decision. That decision will have a consequence no matter how long you push it off. The game is not designed to suit an individual. When the rest of The Council learn of your choices, I hope they show mercy.
Liam closes the dining room door behind him before another word can exchange between the two men.
Abraham says in a quiet whisper, "We will see who needs the mercy Uncle."
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