This is actually a deleted scene from Abbie 2, in which Abbie’s parents and Mrs. Drake are removing a spell from Abbie that prevents her from sharing the secret of magic with anyone. I can’t tell you why they’re doing it though...because it will ruin a big surprise.
“Okay, Abs,” said my dad, snapping open his medical bag. “I wish we could say we knew exactly how removing this spell will affect you, but since none of us, even Mrs. Drake, has ever seen it done before, we can’t really tell for sure. Don’t worry though, honey. Mrs. Drake and I went into the time warp together and did a lot of research. So, we figure we’re as up to speed as we can get, on the correct removal technique. Your old dad’s on the case here, don’t you worry.”
“I’m not worried, Daddy,” I said.
But I was.
Munch’s eyes were big and round and he wiggled behind the cushion in the easy chair.
“Good job, buddy,” said my dad, stepping over to ruffle his curls. “You stay right there till this is all over.”
“Now Abbie. We’ll need you to close your eyes and empty your mind as much as possible,” said Mrs. Drake in a soft, soothing voice.
I closed my eyes but it was hard to clear my mind because way too many things were rushing through it right then, like worrying whether it was going to hurt… and...and worrying whether it was going to hurt!!…. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly like I do in drama club when we’re doing our relaxation exercises.
“That’s good sweetheart,” whispered my mom, still stroking my hand. “Just take another deep breath like that and on the exhale, let your whole body sink into the couch.”
My dad and Mrs. Drake started to mutter then, quiet words that I couldn’t make out. It sounded like they had a lot of syllables in them. The air thickened up around me, as it if were a muggy, summer night, just before a big thunderstorm. From somewhere in the walls, a deep hum began to throb. It got louder and louder and I felt myself start to shake. A lot.
“Marley?” my mom asked worriedly, her voice trembling.
It’s okay, Tildy,” answered my dad. “We expected some physical reaction. I’ve got my eye on it.”
I shook harder and harder and then…WHAM…my head slammed back… my eyes shot open….And I discovered that I wasn’t in my own homey living room, surrounded by people who loved me.
I was somewhere dark, and cold, and SCARY!!!
There were huge, creepy shadows moving toward me, and the ground where I was lying was full of jagged, sharp edges and points.
Fear shot through me.
I pushed myself up with my hands, jumped to my feet, and screamed, “Daddy!!!??”
There was a terrible, shrieking ROAR behind me, and I screamed again and leapt forward… into the arms of my dad, who came slamming out of nowhere, right in front of me. He snatched me up and swung me around the other way. A storm of blue sparkles eddied around us.
And there I was… back in our living room, standing in front of the easy chair, with a white-faced Munch staring at me, clutching his pillow to his chest.
....and the winner is......
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Cross-posted at: He Followed Me Home...Can I Keep Him? on 16 April 2010.