On the ground

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Another quick upload. (Kirana, don't always push yourself like that! XD) Thank you to the workers who are currently renovating the house every day from 7.30 and making it impossible for me to study so that I have time to write. The girls among you should like this chapter better than the boys, because of the somewhat ... uh ... uncool (saudoof word) weapon, but I wanted a weak object with a strong effect:) Well, see for yourself. There are live fish in the next chapter, but it still won't be beautiful. * grins diabolically *
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In a flash, two hands reached through the rain of broken window glass, dragged me up to my belly button out between the jagged edges of the broken pane, so that I tore open my arms and stomach. Meanwhile, the hallway behind me was bustling with questioning voices and the clicking of doors. "Jazz, stay out!" I yelled. The cheeky giant who held me by the collar laughed scornfully."How heroic."
With a jerk, the rest of me made the way outside. The giant swooped down to peg me there. The force of the impact brought tears to my eyes and the air from my lungs, along with a bright flame I hadn't even noticed it was forming. Two quick movements and I had my muzzle back. The expressionless expression of the second appeared above me. The boy with the ice magic smiled politely, so unapproachably, as if he came from another universe. His cheek was disfigured by a long gash that hadn't been there a few hours ago, and his gaze was so piercing that I thought it wiser not to look directly at him. I turned my attention to the kitchen window high above with two heads peeping out. Those of Yasemin's parents. But where was jazz?
"I don't like spectators," said the young leader. An icy gust of wind swept up to the two of them.I heard them scream, saw them fall backwards, even thought I could hear the crunch of the broken glass up there. Where was Yasemin? I sincerely hoped she was safe.
The ice mage crouched down next to the giant whose knees and hands held me on the ground. What would I have given now for the protective wall mentioned by Eliphas! But no, I was lying here, helpless as a beetle on my back. "It wasn't particularly nice of you to let us run straight into a trap," said the friendly voice that had worried me so much by noon. I was startled. Cases? I wanted to get rid of these ashes as badly as they wanted them to be. What kind of trap should I have set for them?
Apparently the question was written all over my face. "You could have told us that you had a centaur at home. Then there would be three of us now," said the boy with the kindness of a prudent host. No trace of sympathy for his comrade.I opened my eyes. Rick had the muscle pack done? But why? What made him not give up the ashes, and even fight for them? And how did the fight end? Was he okay? Was he hurt? Was he still alive? My mind suddenly raced. In my mind's eye, dozens of different fight scenes played out, not one of which I liked ..
"You seem surprised," said my interlocutor correctly, "do you just play well, or have you really not thought of him?"Tell me if he is still alive, I thought in panic. But my jaws held together made it impossible for me to ask the question. The only answer I got was that hideous, thin smile. "Well, we don't have a lot of time if we don't want to be seen by more people. So listen carefully, I won't repeat myself." I had little choice.
He slipped a note into the breast pocket of my shirt."In the coming night the ashes will be at this address. If it twilight and it is not there, we will lose everything. And we will pass this loss on to you without any deductions. I think you know what I mean by that." Mine Head jerked up and down. Lavande had taught me what that meant. With great attention to detail.
The giant who held me leaned down to me. His breath brushed my throat and for a moment I thought he was going to bite me again. Instead, he brought his lips so close to my ear that it tickled uncomfortably. "We'll start with the girl -"
I thought my eardrums would tear any moment when he suddenly screamed in my ear like a man possessed. Without making sure he was releasing it, he threw himself to one side, pressed his hands onto his own ears as hard as if he wanted to crush his head, and screeched madly. His companion was hit even worse. The relaxed smile had turned into a pained grimace.Tears ran down his cheeks as he too tried to keep all noises out of his ear canal. I did not hear a sound that could be responsible for it. However, I fully realized what was the source of the evil when I straightened up.

The key is still stuck a little because the lock is new, but after I shake it a little, the door opens. We enter the bare living room. Even the stereo, the only indication that someone lives here, has only been in it for a few hours. An elbow is stabbed roughly in the side. The note follows the gesture immediately. "Do you think that's funny? I can't hear in case you've forgotten!" He really has no idea what I'm up to. All the better. "We'll see," I answer shortly and take the earplugs out of my pocket. It is enough if one of us is deaf. A spot on the apartment's brand new laminate floor, which Rick will move into a few months later, is marked with colored tape.It works best here.
My companion wants to write another annoyed message on the piece of paper, but I take the pen away from him. "Lie down. Preferably on your stomach", I demand and point to the tape, "You can complain afterwards." He hesitates, furrows his forehead, shrugs his shoulders and finally does as he is told, with a look from inside say: "I'll just let the poor madman have his fun."
I take the CD out of my jacket pocket. Beethoven. I couldn't think of anything better. After all, the fifth symphony is nice and loud. I'm not educated enough in this field to say if it's good music, let alone a good recording of the piece, but that doesn't matter that much either. "All right?" I ask as I crouch down and hold the cover in front of his nose. He shows me a bird, but can't quite hide his interest when I equip the system, carefully plug my ears and turn the volume control all the way up.It wasn't easy to explain to the neighbors that it would be very, very loud during this period - for the second time, because I had to try it out beforehand - but they allowed themselves to be persuaded. So I solemnly press the play button. Brief silence while the CD is read. Then the first motif cracks out of the speakers. RababaBAM, RababaBAM. The floor trembles under the bangs, every note goes straight to the diaphragm. I know that the later soft tones will still be felt as slight vibrations. For him with his fine sense of touch probably even more than for me, who only half-heartedly tested it.
The effect of the noise is immediately apparent. He lies on the floor as flatly as possible, even pressing one ear to it, as if listening to the noises underground. Only the hands are not flat. Each of the fingertips individually touches the ground, absorbing every little nuance that can be felt there.The look on his face is completely enraptured. You'd have to turn the music off again for him to remember where he is. I'll be the last to do this to him.Does that answer your question?, I think satisfied,Can you empathize with it now?

It was confusing to rediscover this concentrated, but somehow distant expression on the redhead of all people who had slapped me in Tanaka's office. With his eyes half closed, he stood there, maybe two meters away from me, relaxed but upright, the violin on his left shoulder and the bow in his right hand. The fingers of his left hand, which he had been chewing on at noon, rested on the two thinner, high strings over which the bow constantly stroked. While I heard nothing of the chord, what he was playing there must have been more horrific for my two attackers than a funeral march played backwards, perhaps even more hair-raising than Nick's karaoke version of Unbreak my Heart had been for Yasemin and me when we were him once persuaded to sing.In any case, they had no influence on me. Maybe they were outside my frequency range, too high for me, like the sound of a dog whistle, which as a human being you couldn't hear either.
The discrepancies forced the two of them to their knees bit by bit until they crouched on the floor as two whimpering figures pleading for mercy. They were both crying now, but the redhead didn't seem to care. It was only when blood seeped through the hands that were pressed over his ears that he finally set the bow down. Jazz appeared next to him, looking back and forth between us, confused. Without an explanation, he opened the violin case at his feet and carefully put the instrument back in, ignoring Yasemin entirely, even though she was standing right next to him. Rather, he turned his attention to the trembling creatures on the floor, next to which he stepped. He lifted the ice magician's chin with the grace of a ballet dancer dancing in slow motion."Do you want to ... kill us?" He rattled. A fine, red trickle oozed from the corner of his mouth, ran down his chin, held up briefly as a drop on the edge and ran off. Small, red spots formed on his sweatshirt as the drama repeated itself several times. The gash on his cheek had also been broken open by the cramped grimaces he'd cut. Suddenly I felt sorry for the guy.
I couldn't understand the whispered answer the crazy musician gave him, because at the same moment Jazz spoke to me from the side: “What do they want?” Fear made her voice shake, but I thought she controlled herself admirably. I wanted to reply something, to tell her that I didn't know exactly either, but the buckle prevented me from doing it. Furious, I opened the latch and yanked the thing out of my face. My pity was instantly forgotten. "I don't know what he[/i]wants, but the two of them just want a pile of ashes that I don't