My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Phoenix: Chapter 45 (Xavier)

“She’s been hurt!” I said in panic. One of two phoenixes was lying on the floor of the bubble-shaped rip. We hid under Leslie’s sand spell, invisible, keeping our voices down.

“Maybe,” Leslie said, ignoring my tone. “Some friend of hers seems to have sacrificed itself. He can’t tell the difference.” The falcon girl pointed a feathered hand at the man with the gun.

“I’m sure it’s her.”

“Shut up, or she’ll die!”

We were all quiet then.

“I’m ready to kill him,” Mark growled. I had never seen Mark turn into a polar bear, but I doubted it would do us much good in this heat.

“It’s too hot, Mark,” Key said, clearly thinking the same thing.

“No,” Leslie said, “we have to be more careful. I can’t just kill him. My magic is too traceable. He’d notice if I cast that strong of a spell, and I wouldn’t be able to get rid of him then.”

“So who can?” I asked.

“Don’t look at me,” Key said. “I deal in deadly computer viruses, not stuff that’s lethal to humans.”

They all turned to me.


“You have to,” Leslie said, her brown eyes softening. “She’s counting on you. If I do it, it’ll be a battle between me and him, and he’ll win and know that you’re here, too.”

I took a deep breath. “What spell?”

Leslie dropped her wand, as not to perform the spell herself. “Occidere is what you say. But you have to mean it.”

“I have to kill someone?”

“Or have Phoebe and another phoenix killed ruthlessly, with a lot of pain, for no unselfish reason,” Leslie said. “Your pick.”

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