Fiery Nightmare // Michael Langdon

Part 2

"Cordelia, I will literally carry you out of here; I can't wait a minute longer," I state impatiently, pacing in front of the sofa where Cordelia is resting.

She chuckles, taking Myrtle's outstretched hand.  "I'm fine.  I just needed a minute."

"Thank god," I sigh, turning to follow her out the door.

Cordelia quickly turns to me.  "No causing trouble on the plane," she threatens.

I hold up my hands innocently.  "Me?  Trouble?  Never."

Myrtle chuckles from behind me.  "Personally, I'm just excited to get out of this dungeon.  The stench of teenage boys in this place is overwhelming."

"You can say that again," I scoff.  We walk out past the warlocks in the hallway.  Most of them look indifferent, but the one at the front, Ariel Augustus, sends Cordelia a look that makes it more than clear that he detests her.

I send him a glare, a smirk spreading across my face.  He begins to take a step back, but he trips and falls onto his ass.  I turn back to the witches, satisfied with my small act of havoc.

The warlocks next to Ariel help him stand up, but the older one with a cigarette just leans against the staircase and watches.  He brings his cigarette to his lips and his gaze meets mine.  

Shit.  I can tell by just one glance that he knows that I made Ariel trip.  Hopefully, he'll decide to keep that information to himself.

The four of us silently pile into the elevator, and Cordelia turns to me as soon as the doors shut.  "What did I say about not causing trouble?" she asks exasperatedly.

"You said on the plane!" I protest.  "Besides, that prick was giving you the dirtiest look; he deserved it."

"Just because he deserved it doesn't mean you should do it," she sighs.

"Delia, she was just standing up for you," Myrtle whispers to Cordelia.  "I'm just happy that you're using your mischievous nature to protect the coven."

"You're welcome," I reply sarcastically.

Myrtle chuckles.  "Oh, I must admit, chaos in the name of feminism is absolutely fine by me."

"Myrtle!" Cordelia scolds.

"I just want to get back to Robichaux's," Zoe sighs, breaking up the arguing.  It seems that she's almost always the mediator in the council's arguments.

"Don't worry, dear, I can almost feel the sunlight," Myrtle replies wistfully as the elevator door opens.

We all step out and breathe in the fresh air.  "Oh, thank god," Zoe sighs.

Cordelia furrows her brow.  "Delia, dear, what's wrong?" Myrtle asks.

Cordelia ignores her and rushes forward.  She gets out past the entrance to the spiral and freezes, staring into the field ahead.  I push forward until I get out next to her and can see what she's staring at.

"Holy shit," I mutter.  Michael is standing in the middle of the field, his uniform replaced by a black outfit and his hair now in a middle part.  However, what really draws my attention is Madison and Queenie on either side of him.  I am about to run forward to hug them when Cordelia collapses from beside me.

I gasp as I am practically forced to catch her.  "God, Cordelia, now is not the time," I mutter as I catch her upper half.  I shake her, but it does nothing to wake her up.  I quickly place a hand on her forehead.  "Shit, I think she's out for good."

"You think?" Madison scoffs from a few feet away.

I quickly hand Cordelia to Zoe, almost dropping her.  "Madison!" I shout, running forward to catch her in a hug.  "I missed you so fucking much."