120 - Ben
I try again. I still can’t touch her. This isn’t a fluke. My hand passes through her and the leaves from the brush sitting on her shoulder. Am I dead? What did the Rift do to me?
“We should feel the change soon.” The slimy voice says again. This time I focus on the two in front of me. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions.
I think it’s only two. My eyesight is hazy at the edges. I really am starting to dislike magic. A nudge to my ribs has me looking around. I didn’t think I was able to touch anything. I take a slow deep breath and scan my surroundings. Nothing. There it is again, a poke just behind my arm. Like when Jason, Jeremiah, Tommy and I would play a blind tracking game when we were little. Then a caress to my face and it hits me. The magic! It’s the Rift!
“You f*cker! What am I doing here?!” I ask in my head, not sure if these guys can’t hear me or not and I am not taking any chances.
Another nudge to my face, redirecting my focus. “Okay, okay. I am watching.”
“As soon as we feel the transfer of power we can act.” Number two says. This voice is deeper with a more sinister undertone. They are clearly planning something and looking for a signal. What about the kid next to me though?

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