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The Ritual

A/N Alright My Lovelies!!! (Welcome to anyone who hasn't read my oneshot book, my name for my readers is My Lovelies BTW) Here is the first part to this book!!! Let me know what you think. As always, votes and comments are beyond welcome :) Enjoy <3

"Are you sure this is a good idea Greg?" John gestured and the collection of objects the group had managed to collect. There were various herbs and a large copper bowl with a very intimidating looking dagger. Resting in the bowl, was an intricate old pocket watch, glinting in the soft light.

"Dude, what is the worst that can happen?" Greg laughed and placed another beer in front of the med student.

"If you don't think its going to work then why are we doing this?"

"I don't know, for fun?" John chuckled, taking a swig of his beer as his friend took his place beside him. Molly made her way into the room, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. "Drinking for two tonight eh Molly?" Greg chided, causing the girl to blush.

"No, I just thought maybe one of you would want a glass." She took her place between the pair and crossed her legs, pouring her wine and surveying the collection of objects before them. "So, how does this work?"

"Well, according to the book, we add the ingredients over the watch, we each cut our palms and let the blood drain over everything. Then we burn the whole thing while saying the words Tempus Pater, non alligo me ad tuam voluntatem."

"What does that mean?" John asked, picking up a bag of herbs and sniffing it, only a little disappointed that it wasn't weed.

"I don't know, something about Father Time and binding his will or something." Greg waved dismissively, wavering slightly from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. That was concerning.

"Binding the will of Father Time? What happens if it works?" Molly sounded slightly nervous, so John wrapped his arm around her and gave her a comforting squeeze. There had never been anything between them other than friendship, but John always felt a little bad for the timid girl. She seemed to get her heart broken quite frequently, even though she was the sweetest thing John had ever met.

"Don't be afraid Mouse, I'll protect you." He chuckled as she pushed him off, flipping him off and giggling.

"This isn't going to work Mouse, there is no such thing as magic, or Father Time." Greg laughed and reached for the items, opening a small, leather-bound book and reading off the measurements. As he prepared the spell, John glanced around the rundown house they had decided to use for their little ritual. It was falling apart and there was no power, but it seemed like the perfect setting. "Alright ladies, the spell is ready." Greg picked up the dagger and held the blade against the skin, taking a deep breath before slicing his skin. He winced and held his bleeding hand over the bowl, letting the blood drip over the blend of herbs. The med student in John flinched, wanting to staunch the bleeding and check over the wound. He settled for handing his friend a clean cloth and deciding to check over all wounds afterwards. Molly went next, whimpering in pain as the blade cut her skin.

"Your turn Doc." Greg said, handing John the dagger. John took it timidly, taking a steadying breath before quickly drawing the blade through his skin. It hurt more than he anticipated, and his hand was shaking as he held it over the bowl. Once he had given enough of his blood, he grabbed a clean cloth and wrapped his hand. This was starting to feel a little too real, making him question his motives. "Alright, now we say the spell, and light everything on fire." Even Greg sounded tense now.

"Tempus Pater, non alligo me ad tuam voluntatem" They spoke together, it was choppy and probably horrendously butchered, but it was the best they could do. Then Greg dropped the match into the bowl.

At first, nothing happened, the herbs started to burn, and the room started to fill with an unpleasant scent.

"Well, that was-" John's words were cut off by a flash of light and a giant puff of smoke filling the air between them.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

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