Spy Mage System
Chapter 41

41 Ends of it All

Fire raged throughout the area, and smoke swirled around me. I looked up and saw the plane parts falling back to Earth, and I heard Rocke laughing. I saw him walking slowly towards me in the midst of the fire, and he walked with a smile on his face. “Hope you’re having fun!” he shouted, as he shot another station of lazers at me. He missed, but the force threw me back into the air, and I flew through the sky, until I crashed into a tree.

I dropped down onto the floor, and the tree crashed down to the ground right after. I groaned, unable to move, and I laid there, and I tried to stand up but my body wouldn’t listen. “What was that?” he shouted, continuing to walk towards me. “Maybe we should show with our skills?! Well I just did, and look at you now!”

He grabbed me by my collar and my neck burned from the pain. “Now listen here Connor, the Armonk is mine, and I’m going to take it! You see, I have been working on this for years. And I’m not gonna let some CEO’s boy take it, so let this be the last words you’ll ever hear.”

He looked me directly in the eye and chuckled, as he raised his hand and brought it down. I closed my eyes, waiting for death. But then, I felt a shockwave and heat that blew me from the ground. I opened my eyes, seeing shining light and the Armonk flying through the air.

Suddenly a portal fashioned itself in front of it, and sucked it up into its realm. Once I fell to the ground, I knocked out, not being able feel or see anything, and I felt consumed by darkness.

***

Time had passed, and I was finally able to open my eyes, feeling a weird sensation from seeing the world after what could’ve been days.

I was in my room inside the YMPA, but something was contrastive about the place. I was on my bed, yes. But, there were medical supplies by me, and one placed on the other side of my bed.

Clearly I must’ve been injured.

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My arms still felt weak, but they were still able to have a bit of mobility.

Then someone opened the door and they peeked through it. It was someone with brown hair and soft, engaging lips, with soft peach skin.

I have no idea who that is. Is this some sort of new person that’s just being introduced to me, because then this is a terrible way to meet someone.

But I was incorrect, and it was September instead, who just seemed to dye her hair different. I’m sure no one knows why, but I wasn’t complaining.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked.

“Well, I guess,” I said, very diffident.

“So how long ago have you woken up,” she asked. “Well I think about a minute ago I believe,” I said, with a light chuckle. She joined in with me, and took a seat-grasping a stool from the desk and teleporting by me.

“You’ve slept for a whole week just to let you know,” she clarified, leaving a calm expression of surprise on my face.

Never in my life was I ever going to think that I slept for a week. But nor did I ever think that I was gonna be a spy mage either, so I guess this is just a systematic thing now.

“Wow,” I said dryly. September continued to explain, “We got the Armonk, thanks to your distraction. Nikki was able to make a momentarily clone, and Mr. Drails sucked in the one the real one, giving Demeitrius Rocke the fake one.”

“So, what was that blinding light?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” September said with a shrug. “I thought you did that.”

“I thought of you guys did that,” I returned back. “Are you sure Nikki wasn’t the one that happened to throw a grenade or a flashbang or something?”

She shook her head, and I nodded. “So maybe if I did, I don’t even know I could do that,” I said, feeling the presence of unsettlement.

“Maybe its because that happens because you were scared, and your stress somehow transferred to energy and-I don’t know, but I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“Aren’t we all glad were alive,” I chuckled, then winced, holding my ribs.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“For what?” I asked. She chuckled, “It’s just something my family says whenever someone hurts themselves for some reason. Just happens.”

I nodded slowly. “Well thanks for doing so,” I said.

“Anytime,” she said with a smile. “I really hope you do well,” she added. “I would love to be on more missions with you.”

For some reason, I bursted out laughing, making my ribs burn in pain, which made me chuckle harder.

“I’m sorry,” I said between laughs. “Just remembering what you thought of me before.” She didn’t seem too amused, especially from her sigh, but she tried to laugh anyway.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said, trying to regain composure. “First impressions, I guess.”

We both became silent and the birds chirping gave a certain sense of finality to the silence.

“What do you think about me now?” I asked.

She smiled, and she leaned over to me, and kissed me softly. It was nice, but I wasn’t sure what to make of it. “I think of you as a very strong spy,” she said, smiling.

“I guess that’s true,” I admitted, though I felt a little uneasy. “There’s a lot of pain involved in being one.”

September nodded, and she looked down at the floor. Then she looked up again, and showed her bright white teeth. “That’s why I have respect for you,” she said, leaning over and kissing me again. This time it was more passionate.

When she pulled away, she looked me straight in the eyes. She caressed my cheek with her hand, and she gently rubbed my chest.

“Well, I’ll be going now,” she said, as she stood up.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing her wrist. “Can you tell me what happened to Nikki?”

“She’s back home to her family,” she said, and she smiled. “Not sure why you asked.”

Now I didn’t want to feel like a bratty macho man or something like that, but I sensed a feeling about Nikki.

“Well, I thought she was gonna be here, because I have a feeling-”

September nodded at a leisurely pace as if she knew what I was talking about. Maybe she did. I’m not sure, but she then left the room, and I sat there alone, wondering about Nikki.

Then I felt myself close my eyes, and drift off into a very calm sleep.

We did it-we stopped Rocke in getting the Armonk, but now its back to being a regular boy again. But then, September opened the door again, and stood by the entranceway.

She had a very enlivened smile dressed on her face as if she just got a pony for her birthday.

“What happened?” I asked, but she stayed quiet. But I had an idea of what happened, something that benefited all of us.