Chapter 4
The 2nd time was a success. Except it brought the whole gang in with them. The children, who were supposed to be asleep and chained, were awake, very much free, and very much angry. The boy with white skin, like, ghost-white skin, was twirling around a pair of scissors, glaring. There were a pair of twins, one of their eyes missing and several large scars over the empty eye sockets, who were both crouching like cats. The girl with the silvery hair was actually on the rafters, and they only knew that because they occasionally caught flashes of her Gellert Grindelwald-like curls. The pyromaniac had a lit lighter in his hands and some wood, Harry- or, at least, they assumed it was Harry-, was leaning against the wall. A knife floated beside him. And the small, bald kid was-wait, where was he?
"Jack and Jill ran up the hill and tipped over the fountain. Jack fell down and lost his crown and Jill repaired the fountain!" with that, they all attacked.
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It would have been easy, but not many people were accustomed to Jack and Jill's completely in sync fighting style. Or Harry's ability to multiply his knife like 50 times. Or Silver's ability to climb onto rafters and drop down in less then 50 seconds. Or Chalk's seemingly never-ending supply of art supplies.
They were about to be cornered when Silver whistled sharply. "Worm!" there were screams and shrieks as he popped up from the floor. With a single jump, he hurtled to them, knocking over several stick-welding, light-shooting people in the process. She grinned. "Now, while half of you are on the floor, mind telling me why you want Raven?"