down to investigate and, after making sure that the figure was not an enemy, she grabbed their arms and spoke.
The person responded with her name, confirming to Lornea that she had found Russell.
“Hi Russell,” she muttered back. Her friend seemed to be weightless in her arms as she lifted him with ease until they were floating nearer to the ceiling. “Just keep hold of my hand, yeah?”
“Yeah, this is mental!” he exclaimed.
“I know. We’ve lost everyone, we have to try and find them!”
“It’s impossible,” sighed Russell. “It’s too dark.”
“What do you think is going on?” she wondered aloud, not expecting a real answer. Russell shocked her with his reply.
“They’re after Max.”
Freddie
Freddie sprinted towards where he thought his twin might be. He had heard her scream, albeit faintly from across the room, but he had heard it.
Freddie had not intentionally used his magic but his heightened sense of fear appeared to have triggered it. He did not even know that he had the ability to see through darkness, but he could clearly see the chaos as he reached the mass of people trying to escape.
Everyone was barging into each other, stepping on each others’ feet and thinking only about their own safety.
“MOVE!” he shouted, but his voice was lost among all the other shouts and screams. He began to push people aside. He was certain that Sofia was in trouble, he simply knew it. As he pushed past a boy he vaguely recognised from school, he could make out a patch of red on the floor a few metres away, amidst a dense group of people.
“MOVE OUT THE WAY!” Freddie screamed again, barging shoulder first into the crowd, but to no avail. He continued to push and shout and scream, getting more and more frustrated. He didn’t know what to do.
There was no way around. He was completely blocked in the centre of hundreds of other people desperately searching for the doors. His fear and anger grew as his sense of hope was gradually diminishing. He could feel a ball of rage building up in his gut.
Suddenly, and without warning, Freddie flung his arms out powerfully, roared loudly and erupted in flames. His entire body, from head to toe, was covered in fire.
People screamed and jumped away from the flaming man as he rushed forward, finding his sister lying in a heap on the floor. He knelt down and slid his still burning arms underneath her, knowing that his magical flames wouldn’t harm his twin.
Gingerly he lifted her limp body and cradled his sister in his arms, walking forwards towards the exit. Everyone stepped aside in fear, not knowing if this flaming boy was an enemy or ally.
As he approached the heavy wooden doors that nobody had yet managed to break through, he expulsed a huge flaming ball and watched as the wooden barriers burst open, leaving a gaping hole in the wall.
He carried Sofia outside into the fresh air, placing her bruised body gently on the soft earth. His flames flickered out as he fell to his knees next to his unconscious sister. He placed his ear close to Sofia’s mouth.
A breath. A sign of life. A sigh of relief.
Max
As the hall was plunged into darkness, Max had only one thought: to find Sofia.
But before he could move, the five boys with him on stage had surrounded him in a circle of security. Jimmie whispered in his ear to stay calm and trust them and Max did, allowing himself to be shuffled off stage by the musicians. Light on the Landing led the younger boy to the music room where they stopped and waited. For what, Max did not know.
Haze’s deep voice filled the dark room, “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Should we wait here?” There was a hint of panic in Jayke’s voice.
“We’ll wait for a minute and see if she comes,” asserted Jimmie.
Screams from the auditorium echoed through the otherwise silent music room. Max could only hope that none of them belonged to Sofia or his friends. He
The person responded with her name, confirming to Lornea that she had found Russell.
“Hi Russell,” she muttered back. Her friend seemed to be weightless in her arms as she lifted him with ease until they were floating nearer to the ceiling. “Just keep hold of my hand, yeah?”
“Yeah, this is mental!” he exclaimed.
“I know. We’ve lost everyone, we have to try and find them!”
“It’s impossible,” sighed Russell. “It’s too dark.”
“What do you think is going on?” she wondered aloud, not expecting a real answer. Russell shocked her with his reply.
“They’re after Max.”
Freddie
Freddie sprinted towards where he thought his twin might be. He had heard her scream, albeit faintly from across the room, but he had heard it.
Freddie had not intentionally used his magic but his heightened sense of fear appeared to have triggered it. He did not even know that he had the ability to see through darkness, but he could clearly see the chaos as he reached the mass of people trying to escape.
Everyone was barging into each other, stepping on each others’ feet and thinking only about their own safety.
“MOVE!” he shouted, but his voice was lost among all the other shouts and screams. He began to push people aside. He was certain that Sofia was in trouble, he simply knew it. As he pushed past a boy he vaguely recognised from school, he could make out a patch of red on the floor a few metres away, amidst a dense group of people.
“MOVE OUT THE WAY!” Freddie screamed again, barging shoulder first into the crowd, but to no avail. He continued to push and shout and scream, getting more and more frustrated. He didn’t know what to do.
There was no way around. He was completely blocked in the centre of hundreds of other people desperately searching for the doors. His fear and anger grew as his sense of hope was gradually diminishing. He could feel a ball of rage building up in his gut.
Suddenly, and without warning, Freddie flung his arms out powerfully, roared loudly and erupted in flames. His entire body, from head to toe, was covered in fire.
People screamed and jumped away from the flaming man as he rushed forward, finding his sister lying in a heap on the floor. He knelt down and slid his still burning arms underneath her, knowing that his magical flames wouldn’t harm his twin.
Gingerly he lifted her limp body and cradled his sister in his arms, walking forwards towards the exit. Everyone stepped aside in fear, not knowing if this flaming boy was an enemy or ally.
As he approached the heavy wooden doors that nobody had yet managed to break through, he expulsed a huge flaming ball and watched as the wooden barriers burst open, leaving a gaping hole in the wall.
He carried Sofia outside into the fresh air, placing her bruised body gently on the soft earth. His flames flickered out as he fell to his knees next to his unconscious sister. He placed his ear close to Sofia’s mouth.
A breath. A sign of life. A sigh of relief.
Max
As the hall was plunged into darkness, Max had only one thought: to find Sofia.
But before he could move, the five boys with him on stage had surrounded him in a circle of security. Jimmie whispered in his ear to stay calm and trust them and Max did, allowing himself to be shuffled off stage by the musicians. Light on the Landing led the younger boy to the music room where they stopped and waited. For what, Max did not know.
Haze’s deep voice filled the dark room, “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Should we wait here?” There was a hint of panic in Jayke’s voice.
“We’ll wait for a minute and see if she comes,” asserted Jimmie.
Screams from the auditorium echoed through the otherwise silent music room. Max could only hope that none of them belonged to Sofia or his friends. He
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