“…this is so irritating!” Szayel grumbled as he poured a bright green liquid into a beaker. “I’m getting close…if only I didn’t have all these distractions…”
“Distractions!”
“Yeah! Distractions!!”
Lumina and Verona chimed…only serving to cause the vein on Szayel’s head to pulse.
“OUT!” He finally screamed, the fraccion shrinking back then bouncing out frightened. Letting out a relieved sigh, he returned to mixing potions.
SMASH!!
Glass on the floor. Closing his eyes, Szayel growled. “I said….leeeeave.” He sneered. But there was no response. This was surprising for him. Lifting his head, he looked in the direction of the broken glass. Just in time to see a shadow scamper from the mess. A tiny shadow…
“What in the…”
Then his mind turned to the past! “IT COULDN’T BE!”
