Chapter 2- The Scorpion and the Rose
Randell motioned to Jaumet with a silent urge. Jaumet pulled a rusted pair of plyers from his frayed black backpack. Randell shook his head at the brightly colored pants his friend was wearing.
“You had to wear those during a break in?” Jaumet pulled back, offended.
“These pants are amazing. They’re good for any occasion.” Randell shook his head
and smiled.
“Alright, just work your magic.”
The electric fence quivered the closer they got to it. Jaumet went slightly ahead,
holding his plyers out in front of him. He stealed himself with a deep breath, and put sharp edge to fence.
As with all electric fences, the wire was guarded with a spell that caused immediate pain to anyone who touched it. Jaumet felt the spell creep up the plyers, but he pushed back. The first lesson he had ever learned: don’t let someone else’s spell get the better of
you. A Pi never lost when they started fighting.
And Jaumet was fighting, but it was a mile-long fence against a much shorter boy.
The spell crept closer.
“Randell,” Jaumet whispered. Randell nodded, placed his hand over Jaumet’s on the pliers and pushed. He fought. A Pi never gives up.
Nihilistic Porcupine 