Inktober: SPELL - 10/4/18

My fingers clenched around the wooden handle, the tip of the wand pointed square at his chest, quivering violently as I held my shaky breath. He glared up from his slumped position on the ground before me, those cold dark eyes linked to mine. "So what?" he spat. "So you've disarmed me. You don't have magic. You don't use magic. And even if you could, I know you wouldn't."

"You did this," I hissed through clenched teeth. My mind scrambled for words, and found none. All I could do was concentrate on holding back the tears which threatened to burst from behind my eyes.

He paused. "Yes," he said, voice low. "Yes, I did."

"You—" My throat stopped.

"Do it, then. I want to see you try. I want to see you fail. Give it your best, so I can watch the hope drain from your—"

"EXTERREO!"

My cry echoed off the walls as his eyes inflated like balloons. Now he would know the suffering he caused me.