James and the League of Vivoneely

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Chapter 27

Settfour was really mad now. Somehow, Paolo had figured out how to harness the power of the unicorn. As the security guards took him to the police cars that had been called, Settfour wished he could use the power. The unicorn horn was in his front pocket, but he was handcuffed. There was no way he could reach it, unless the handcuffs were taken off. So he rode to the station, the cops took everything out of his pockets and put them in a bag, then he was put in his cell. So now that he had his hands free, he couldn’t get to it. He needed to get out of the jail. Then he remembered that Paolo had somehow harnessed the power of the unicorn horn without having it. When he was out in the lobby, he could make the people stop completely. He grabbed the sheet on the bed and began reenacting the scene. He tried to make a chair disappear, in lieu of a lady. It didn’t work. There must be something I can do, he thought. He started to concentrate really hard, trying to make something happen. What did Paolo say? Lava-Cantada? No. Abba-Cadabba? No. Kava-Baluba! That’s it! “Kava-Baluba,” he called out. In an instant, the chair disappeared. Shocked, Settfour looked to see if anyone else had seen. Then what was it? Abra-Sazak? No. Zippo-Delaate? No. Abulab-Avak! That’s it! “Abulab-Avak.” Suddenly, a tiger appeared where the chair was. “Oh good, OK, now break the bars.”

Instead the tiger seemed more interested in the human flesh wagging in front of him. In a blur, the tiger pounced on Settfour and ripped him to shreds. When the police officer came in the room, he saw the tiger pull off a last bit of meat from the corpse and then vanish. In an unmarked bag in the police closet laid the unicorn horn.

George woke up with a start. Still a little starry-eyed from his recent drinking binge, he was still more aware than earlier. He looked out the window and saw a clearing, with a cottage at the bottom. “Richardson!”

He rolled out of the car and crawled to the bottom of the ravine. He crawled to the house and looked in. He saw two men in one corner, playing cards. He saw a woman tied up, a baby in the middle of the floor and James on the floor in the corner of the room. He had to distract the other men. He decided to take a risk. He ran up to the car and turned it on. He pointed it towards the front of the cabin and threw a rock on the accelerator. The car spun out and crashed at the bottom of the ravine. Just as expected, the two men ran out to see what happened. George ran to the cottage and started untying everyone. James cried, “Oh George, I knew you’d come through! Denise, are you OK?” Denise said yes, but was interrupted by a sound from another room.

“It’s not going to be that easy,” said the all-too familiar voice of Luke Cramden. “I like having plans. Call me a perfectionist. Everything has to be just right. So when you cops get involved, acting all gung-ho and heroic, I don’t like it. I hate it. Now you all sit down and wait until I have every last one of those unicorns.”

“What do they do?” James bravely said, “I mean, I would understand you keeping us here if you were getting a ton on money, but they are just crappy 70’s unicorns.”

“I said shut up! The unicorns hold the key to great power. That’s all I know. I need all of them to restore the balance of the universe so that their power will reveal itself. Now, I don’t want to hear anything else out of you, unless you are telling me where the last unicorn is.” Luke tied James, Denise and George up and left them once again.

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