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It Is Time ((Bryan Loski)) (continuation of 'Fancy Meeting You Here')

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Why did he have to answer the phone? Nephele thought. Everything was going sort of fine until then. The fight had been resolved, and Bryan had offered to walk her home. They might've stopped by this very coffee shop, since it was on the way to her house. Instead they were coming for a very different reason, Nephele thought as she looked up at the sign. With a glance at Bryan, Nephele walked up to the door and pushed inside. The bell jingled, but it sounded more like a death toll than a happy ring.

The day had gone from bad to worse. She'd gotten into what could have turned into an ugly fight with Bryan's girlfriend, but luckily it hadn't escalated that far. Things were still patchy between them, but at least they weren't parting because one was being hauled off to the hospital or jail or something. Now she and Bryan were meeting his father, a conniving super-villain, at a coffee shop to discuss how they were going to free Nephele's dad, another conniving super-villain, from jail. Did Bryan and Nephele want to do this job? No. Did they have a choice? No. When Ferdinand Loski wanted something, he always got his way, and he never took 'no' for an answer.

She'd wanted to run away when Bryan had answered the phone, knowing immediately who it was on the other end. Ferdinand Loski's voice was hard to ignore, even over phone. Bryan had wanted her to run too, but it seemed they were being watched, as Ferdinand had told her to stay put. Nephele, like Bryan, had looked around, but they were the only two people left in the park. Then she had trudged over to the phone as Bryan put it on speaker. His father had asked them to meet him there, at the coffee shop.

Nephele scanned the faces of those already in the shop, but Ferdinand Loski was not there. She sent Bryan a questioning look. Are you sure this is the right place? She asked with her eyes. She turned back around to the shop, and located the booth that the two had sat at the first time meeting there. Yeps, it was definitely the same shop. So where was Bryan's father?

She walked over to the booth they had been at the last time and sat down motioning for Bryan to do the same. A waitress walked over and asked them what they'd like, but Nephele just shook her head. She didn't think she could stomach anything at that point. The waitress turned to Bryan, but Nephele didn't hear his reply, if he had one. No, her attention had been stolen by the man entering the shop. His eyes scanned the crowd, landing on Nephele and Bryan. Having located them, his face broke into a malicious smile. He started to saunter towards them, moving at a leisurely pace, like he had all the time in the world. Nephele felt her stomach sink even further down. Ferdinand Loski had arrived.


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((Short and horrible. DDDD: PLEASE SUE ME. T.T))

Nightmare. That was all Bryan Loski hoped for, that all of this was only a nightmare and nothing more. Walking with Nephele on his side, the boy was breathing heavily. Was he nervous? Sure. Was he scared? Heck yeah. But was he going to surrender, just like that? No flippin’ way. It was not an option whatsoever, and Bryan was never a quitter in the first place. With that, he walked firmly while opening the coffee shop door, a place where they would meet.

It was strange for Ferdinand to ask them to set the plan in public, but Bryan knew better than to ask questions. The man’s mind was hard to predict, figuratively and literally. The best he could do for now was play along. When Nephele shot him a confused look, the boy nodded in confidence. “He told me that he would meet us here.” He whispered as he scanned his surroundings. And as Nephele walked to the same table as before, Bryan followed with sitting in the second chair, face to face. He can’t stop gulping and rubbing his hand, a sign that he was definitely nervous. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait for long.

When he waved his hand dismissively to the waitress that was waiting for an order, Bryan felt an icy chill at the back of his neck. He quickly turned around, only to capture those piercing eyes, smiling at them with victory. Here we go, the illusionist thought to himself as his father moved closer. “Hello, kids.” Bryan almost hurled when he said that word. Kids. Like he had been a good father for Bryan or a good figure for Nephele. “So? Let’s have some fun now.” He rubbed his hands together, obviously anxious to get started.

Bryan squinted his eyes in disgust. “Spill it out, father.” He murmured. “So we could do it and get out quickly, no harm, no foul.”


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((Hey, sorry this is late---I was at a band trip ALL weekend.))

Bryan reassured her that this was the right place, but that just made her feel worse. Who wouldn't? They were about to free a murdering super-villain from a highly guarded jail, oh, and did she already mention that he was her father? Great dad, huh? Still though, there was a part of Nephele that felt justice in the fact that her father was getting out of jail. It was this same part that had almost caused her to blow up at Alia, Bryan's girlfriend, and the same part that still felt like she had to please her father. It was the part she tried to bury deep down inside; it was the part that scared her.

She turned her mind from those dark thoughts to new ones as Bryan's father sauntered towards them. The waitress, sensing danger, backed away, eyeing Bryan's father and the teens' reactions to him suspiciously. Nephele had a wild hope that the waitress would call the police and get Ferdinand Loski arrested and out of their hair, but of course it didn't happen like that.

“Hello, kids.” Nephele could tell that Bryan was revolted by that greeting. She was too. “So? Let’s have some fun now.” Right, Nephele thought, because that's what I would call it: 'fun'. More like, F.U.N: Fires, Uranium bombs, and No survivors.

Bryan looked at his father with disgust and loathing. “Spill it out, father.” He murmured. “So we could do it and get out quickly, no harm, no foul.”

Ferdinand Loski laughed out loud, startling several costumers and the waitress from earlier. "But where's the fun in no harm and no foul? It wouldn't be a jailbreak if it didn't come with harm and foul," he said. Suddenly the full impact of what he was saying hit Nephele. She or Bryan could seriously get hurt. They could get caught and thrown in jail themselves. They might even die. And Ferdinand Loski was completely fine with that small fact. She was filled with such a loathing for him at that moment that her eyes flashed white, as they usually did with her powers. However, she knew going against Bryan's father in a battle of powers would only end with her dead, or worse.

The waitress seemed to sense that something was wrong, and almost ran to the back of the shop, towards the phone. "Nuh, uh, uh," Ferdinand said. The waitress froze as if stunned, and then turned, blank-eyed, toward Bryan's father. "You wouldn't call the police on us would you? I'm just here with my son and his," he paused for a moment, as if not sure how to label Nephele, "and his girlfriend for a friendly outing. However, I would like you to call these two numbers," he said, handing her a piece of paper. On it, Nephele could see, was her foster parent's home phone number, and another number she didn't recognize. "Tell the two people who answer that their child will not be home tonight, as they are going on a little...visit, to some friends." The waitress nodded mechanically, took the paper, and walked back to the phone.

The last little ray of hope Nephele had kept deep inside of her flickered out, smothered by the hopelessness of the situation. Her foster parents wouldn't think anything was wrong---they would love the idea of her going to visit some friends, and wouldn't question it. She turned back to the table, eyes downcast.

"Cheer up my dear," Ferdinand Loski said, grabbing her chin in a fatherly manner and raising her head to meet his eyes. "You'll have your father back soon. Don't you want that? I know you still miss him; I can see it in your eyes." Nephele jerked her head away from him after a moment or two, knowing he was right. All was silent for a few moments. "Well, then, if we've had enough distractions, we should get down to business..."


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Bryan Loski widened his eyes when Ferdinand joked about the actual jailbreak. But the boy knew it was not just a joke. It could actually happened. Him and Nephele could get hurt In actuality, and if he wanted to, he could let them bleed to death. “But… You…” Promised.The boy wanted to say that, and strangled his father afterwards, but it would never happen. Not the way he wanted it anyway. Ferdinand seemed to read his facial, because before he spoke again, the man arched his eyebrows while grinning crookedly. Oh how the illusionist yearned to decapitate his head… it was not a common thought from a son to his father, but giving he was a super-villain… Bryan knew it would happen often, especially at a time like this.

Sadly, the waitress knew something wrong would happen, because she immediately ran towards the phone. Bryan’s eyes shot fear, and he attempted to stop her so she won’t be hurt. However, his father read the situation first hand. All the boy could do was sit tight, hand clenched on his leg, gritting all of his teeth until his gum hurts. Ferdinand even dare to use the poor waitress, so he could call… who was it? Bryan wished he had his sister’s abilities, but he couldn’t read anybody’s mind sadly. However, he could guess who he wanted to call either way. “Why, father?” He abruptly interrupted after Ferdinand basically mocked Nephele, saying that she would still miss his father. “Can’t call mother yourself?”

Practically annoyed by his son’s interruption, Ferdinand’s eyes glowed dangerously. Silver, just like Bryan’s when he was too angry to control his own power. The boy gradually moved his head back, gripping Nephele’s hand tighter to diminish the horrifying thoughts that suddenly lingered on his mind. “Don’t tempt me to slap you, son..” Even though he called him ‘son’, it was not affectionate whatsoever. “How I contact her is none of your business.” But for a split second, his face showed concern and sadness. Something Bryan never saw before. Could it be… he still cared about his mother?

“Mom miss you, y’know.” Bryan tried out his best shot to stay out of this trouble. But Ferdinand quickly wiped the sadness out of his face and changed it with determination. “I know that.” He snarled, but got his composure back afterwards. “But there’s more important things to do.” Crossing his hands, he jerked his head towards the front door, where there’s a car nearby. “Get in.”


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Bryan seemed to grasp the reality of the situation just about the time that she did. She watched him gape, searching for an explanation as to why his father would be perfectly fine with letting him die. Nephele saw the loathing cross his face, the hatred shooting from his eyes like lasers. And Ferdinand Loski only arched his eyebrows and grinned crookedly. Never before had Nephele seen the look of murderous desire pass from a son to a father, but she knew it wasn't going to be the last. When you had the son trying to be a super-hero, and the father being a super-villain, you were bound to get some tempers flaring.

The scene with the waitress took all hope from Nephele. They were truly on their own now. It seemed though, that Bryan wasn't ready to give up yet.

“Why, father?” Bryan interrupted. Nephele felt a familiar sickening sense of dread. Shut up! She wanted to scream, but she wouldn't. Instead all she could do was watch. “Can’t call mother yourself?” Ferdinand Loski glared down at his son with a mixture of annoyance and distaste. His eyes glowed silver, and he leaned in close to Bryan. Bryan pulled his head back, and squeezed Nephele's hand tightly. Though Bryan was squeezing so hard it hurt, she didn't protest. She was too nervous, and knew that both she and Bryan needed the other for support.

“Don’t tempt me to slap you, son..” Addressing Bryan as his son was nothing short of a formality; the way he pronounced it, he might as well have been saying 'devil child'. “How I contact her is none of your business.” Ferdinand Loski withdrew from Bryan's personal space, his mask slipping for one moment. In that moment Nephele glimpsed pain, sadness, and worry. Could Bryan's father still care for his mother? Was that even possible?

“Mom miss you, y’know.” Bryan said softly. Nephele glanced between the two of them. “I know that.” Ferdinand snarled, but quickly regained his composure. “But there’s more important things to do.” He crossed his hands, and then nodded towards the outside. At first Nephele didn't get what he was gesturing to until she saw the car. Her stomach sank even further. “Get in.”

Nephele glanced over at Bryan, and took a deep breath. She got up from the table, and walked over to the door. She glanced back, not knowing why. To take in the little shop? To say goodbye to the place? She didn't know. Without another glance though, she walked out the door. Ferdinand Loski was right behind her, perhaps to make sure that she wouldn't bolt. He ushered her into the sleek limousine, and she wondered how he was able to get such a nice car, but immediately answered her own question. He was a super-villain; he could get anything he wanted. Ferdinand waited outside for Bryan to arrive, and Nephele rested her head against the head rest. It was at least a thirty minute drive to the jail, and she knew she was going to need her strength. This was going to be one of the longest days in her life.


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Why would he kept all this ropes? The secrecy, the car trip. Why wouldn’t Ferdinand Loski just told them both where they were headed? Bryan was going to do that, but something held his tongue. He messed his chance by asking about his mother, he knew that for sure. Mary-Anne Loski was the mother of the year. She worked two jobs so she could finance both Bryan and Hillary, just so they could attend Sky High. She always said that there’s nothing to be ashamed of, as long as they use the power for good. Maybe that’s why Ferdinand fell in love with him; because no matter how bad one person might be, the brunette still could see good in people.

However, one thing that even Marry-Anne made clear was that their father never wanted any child. She didn’t know why, but only after they had Hillary, Bryan’s mother also found out about Ferdinand’s power. The woman admitted they had an honest relationship before this power issue started to get in the way. But on the illusionist’s opinion, his father was not honest since… forever. If he wanted a relationship more transparent than the glass, why didn’t he told his mother that he was no ordinary human being from the moment they realized they loved each other? Things would not be this complicated. Bryan and Hillary could still have a family; a perfect one, with both mother and father. Not a broken one.

Now, from his mother’s stories, Ferdinand hate Bryan more than he hated Hillary. The villain was forgiving when his sister showed up to the world, but when he found out that Marry-Anne had Bryan… He was furious. As for the exact reason, he didn’t know. Neither her mother or even Hillary. But the boy realized that he was the one that made his father stormed out of the house and never came back.

Patting Nephele on the back to encourage her, he stopped when she glanced to the coffee shop, probably for the last time. He rather not do that; there’s enough heartbreaks for the illusionist to endure. He won’t add it any more. But in that split second, he remembered something. That place was the first time he ever got a real date, with someone he really cared about: Alia Lornell. The fact the he might not see her again, it burned something in his chest. Anger. Pain. Sadness. Everything mixed into one. “Come on.” His voice was more of a growl than a subtle tone, and they both paced towards the car door.

As soon as they sat, Nephele rested her head at the car seat while Bryan glared at his father, hand crossed in disgust. He was truly furious, that he had to stop his body from trembling. Ferdinand was driving the limo, smiling as he winked to them both. Apparently, he knew that the boy was glaring at him.“Why the frowny face, son? This should be your lucky day. I bet you never sit in a limo before.” His joke didn’t even budge Bryan’s face for a bit. The boy was breathing heavily, hands clenched it a fist. A part of his mind told him to shut up, but another part… was winning.

“I would never get my chance to sit in this such of vehicle.” He snarled, eyes glistening in a silverish color. “I’m poor because of you, remember?”

With that, the view at the window began to glow darker. Bryan didn’t even realize he used his power, but he did, and he did it with 1000% effort. Yes, a thousand. Not a hundred. To anyone that was sitting inside, it was a nightmare: sky turning grey, thunder clashed to the street, meteor shower hit the nearest buildings. The seat and the windows started to get warmer and warmer, while the boy’s eyes glowed dangerously. However, Ferdinand only chuckled in return. “It’s a nice party trick, son. But I won’t be fooled by them, remember?” He threw the sentence back at his son, making Bryan widened his eyes. “Now if you don’t stop, I think Nephele would passed out any time soon.” The man added, grinning victoriously.


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Nothing ever seemed to make sense when Ferdinand Loski was involved. The limo, the coffee shop, the secrecy...she knew that it all lead to the jail, but she didn't know why he did it all. Did he think it might win them over? But no, he was too clever for that. So what was the reason for his madness? She held in a groan, all the thinking hurting her head.

She wanted to talk to Bryan, but she held her tongue for two reasons. 1) Ferdinand was driving the vehicle, occasionally glancing back to smirk at the two teens. 2) Bryan seemed lost in his own thoughts. For a moment Nephele wished she was a mind reader, but the moment quickly passed. Other people's thoughts were just that; theirs. She had no business going through someone else's head, or, she added in her mind, controlling their actions.

She wondered what Ferdinand's backstory had been to make him into such a horrible person. In all her years of knowing him, she had always been too afraid to ask him, or her father. Had he been like her father, only turning bad after a tragic accident? Or had he always been this way? Part of her told her she didn't want to know. Then again, he'd had two kids with Bryan's mother, though from the way he treated Bryan, those had been mistakes. So why had he married in the first place? Ferdinand Loski was a mystery that just produced more questions the deeper you delved.

She turned her head to the side and saw Bryan glaring at his father. Ferdinand, perhaps feeling the glare, turned back around to face them.“Why the frowny face, son? This should be your lucky day. I bet you never sit in a limo before.” Ferdinand said, smirking. Bryan glared at him, breathing heavily. Don't answer him Bryan, please. Nephele thought, though there was a sick feeling in her stomach that things were about to get bad.

“I would never get my chance to sit in this such of vehicle.” Bryan snarled, eyes flashing silver. Oh no, Nephele thought. “I’m poor because of you, remember?” Nephele felt the pressure in the car go up, and the windows darkened outside. It's an illusion, she tried telling herself, but her mind wouldn't listen.

"Bryan..." she tried to yell, but her voice came out as a scared whisper. Around her, the temperature was increasing. Outside, meteors fell, some hitting buildings, some exploding in the sky. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed. She tore her eyes from the horror of outside, but it was just as bad inside. Bryan sat there, his eye silver, Ferdinand staring at him with glee.

He said something, but Nephele didn't hear him. She was focusing on trying not to pass out, or start screaming, or really do anything that would give Ferdinand victory. Her body was stiff and rigid against the seat, and her breathing was fast and shallow. For some reason, maybe due to the increasing pressure in the car?, she couldn't seem to get enough breath. Ferdinand said something again, grinning victoriously. Black dots covered her vision from the lack of oxygen. With concentrated effort, she spoke. "Bryan, please..." was all she could get out before the black dots completely covered her vision, and everything faded away.


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