Chapter 78.1- Doom Days

While I had not expected the portkey, that did not mean that I was anywhere close to being caught with my pants down. The second the portkey began to whirl, I braced myself for it to release me. As expected, the man pretending to be Julian Russo had not released me even as we were being hurled through a hole torn in the very fabric of space-time.

That didn’t matter though, because I had a plan. As the spinning began to slow down, I played hard my natural clumsiness with magical transportation and sent as crashing to the floor on arrival. We rolled to the ground, the portkey being tossed aside once its job was finished and we rolled until he was on top of me. He smiled, a nasty and sharp thing, and his head slammed straight down. I crashed into the ground, jolted backwards by there strength of the blow. I didn’t need a hand to my head to know I was bleeding. But that was fine. I had a free hand now, and we were still. I summoned my wand from my holster with an application of wandless magic.

He brought his head down, but before he could complete the motion, I blew a giant hole straight through his chest. His head fell against me, having lost most of its force. I pushed his body off mine, ignoring how the blood felt on my skin and finally got the chance to look around the room I’d been dropped in. It was old. The stone I’d laid on gave no room for doubt about it. It was black, and slippery, like water had gathered on it for so ling, even though it was presently dry that it had no choice but to still be slippery.

Of course, the first thing I tried to do once I made it to my feet was apparate. I could feel the wards pressing down on me even from here, but I could try at least. And…nope. No dice.

“Accio” I murmured, flicking my wrist, only for the cup to sail into my grip and nothing. It was inert. A one-way portkey then. Wasn’t it unfortunate that everyone kept not making that mistake? Okay, I had to get out of here the old fashioned way. And of course, there wasn’t a door in the room. Just four set of walls. Each one made of stone as dark as the ground’s stone. I walked forward, pressing my hand against the wall to feel for wards.