"Now repeat after me. Abi, ab oculis meis!" Malcolm recited.
Instantly Mark disappeared without a trace.
"What the hell?!?" Mark exclaimed from inside the house.
"What did you do?" Jack frowned.
"I teleported him back into the cabin, it's a Latin teleporting spell." Malcolm explained.
"Okay....Abi, ab oculis meis!" Jack copied, closing his eyes as he waited for something, anything, to happen.
When he opened his eyes, Malcolm was still standing in front of him much to Malcolm and Jack's disappointment.
"You have to commit Jack, teleport me into the cabin." Malcolm directed, unmoving from his position.
Jack took a deep breath before repeating the spell again.
Still nothing happened.
"This is pointless!" Jack huffed angrily, growing impatient with himself.
"No it isn't, you just-"
"I know, I just have to believe that I can do spells them all of a sudden I'll be a perfect warlock like you." Jack cut off Malcolm sourly, tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Do you trust me?" Malcolm asked.
"Of course." Jack answered without hesitation.
"Then try again." Malcolm instructed patiently.
"Okay..." Jack trailed off as he tried to remember the words, closing is eyes in concentration.
"Abi, ab oculis meis!" Jack shouted.
Much to his delight, Malcolm disappeared.
Except he wasn't in the cabin.
"Malcolm!" Jack yelled, listening closely for a reply.
He heard nothing except Mark coming outside of the cabin.
"What happened?" Mark asked.
"I teleported Malcolm somewhere." Jack explained sheepishly.
"And where did you teleport him to?" Mark prompted.
"I was thinking of home so....he's probably in my house scaring the hell out of Signe." Jack sighed in exasperation, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted as if he had ran a marathon.
"I told you to think of the cabin."
Mark and Jack jumped in surprise, startled when Malcolm appeared out of nowhere in front of them.
"I saw Signe by the way, she wanted me to tell you that she misses you and hopes that the voodoo doll thing gets fixed so you can come home." Malcolm informed Jack.
"Thanks." Jack smiled sadly, nodding in appreciation.
"Alright I think that's all I'm going to teach today." Malcolm stated as he clapped his hands together.
"Go get some rest, you look ready to take a nap n the spot." Malcolm remarked as he walked back inside with Mark in tow.
Jack followed after them and collapsed onto the couch next to Mark, hearing paper crinkle underneath him.
"The hell?" Mark muttered as he reached under the couch cushion and retrieved a crumpled up piece of paper.
"What's this?" Mark asked Jack as he handed him the paper.
"Age nunc intellectum.
Age nunc intellectum atque voluntatem omnem meam." Jack read aloud slowly.
Abruptly Mark screamed out in pain, falling off of the couch and curling into a tight ball onto the floor as blood began leaking out of his ears, his chocolate brown eyes glittering with tears.
"MALCOLM!" Jack yelled at the top of his lungs as he hastily knelt down by Mark, unsure of what to do as he passed out.
"What happened?" Malcolm demanded as he ran into the room, kneeling down by Mark.
"I-I read this paper he found in the couch." Jack stammered fearfully as he handed Malcolm the paper.
Malcolm's eyes scanned the paper briefly before tossing it aside.
"You said a Latin auditory attack spell." Malcolm stated grimly as he lifted Mark up and laid him down on the couch, darting into the kitchen and returning with a rag he used to wipe away the blood.
"Is-is he-"
"No, he isn't dead. You just knocked him out for awhile." Malcolm reassured Jack.
"Lay down in the guest room, you're looking pretty tired." Malcolm instructed kindly.
Jack nodded and stood up to go to the guest room, only for black spots to take over his vision, encompassing as he fell unconscious onto the wooden floor.
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