EvilFairy: переводы

→"I understand," he said in a very meek voice.
"Now," I said. "I'm going to go watch over Irwin. You aren't going to interfere. I'll be staying until his mother arrives."
"Are ... are you going to tell her what I've done?"
"You bet your ass I am," I said. "And God have mercy on your soul."

→It was a hollow threat. The guy hadn't broken any of the Laws, technically speaking, since Irwin hadn't died. And I had no intention of turning anyone over to the tender mercies of the Wardens if I could possibly avoid it. But this guv clearly had problems recognizing priorities. If he kept going the way he was, he might slide down into true practice of the black arts. Best to scare him away from that right now.

→"Then I suggest you alter your hairstyle to complete baldness," I replied. "Or else learn to accept your receding hairline for what it is—the natural progression of your life. You will discontinue all use of magic from this point forward. And I do mean all. If I catch you with so much as a Ouija board or a deck of Tarot cards, I'm going to make you disappear. Do you get me?"

→I could feel the energy stolen from Irwin coursing into the room, into the shrine. From there, I had no doubt, it was being funneled into Doctor Fabio himself. I could sense the intensity of his presence much more sharply than I had that morning, as if he had somehow become more metaphysically massive, filling up more of the room with his presence.

→Doctor Fabio jerked and whirled to face the door with a look of utter astonishment on his face. A cabinet behind his desk which had been closed during my first visit was now open. It was a small, gaudy, but functional shrine, a platform for the working of spells. At the moment, it was illuminated by half a dozen candles spaced out around a Seal of Solomon containing two photos—one of Irwin, and one of Doctor Fabio, bound together with a loop of what looked like dark grey yarn.

→The door to Doctor Fabio's office was locked, and though I tried to exercise restraint, I've always had issues with controlling my power—especially when I'm angry. This time, I tore the door off its hinges, slam¬ming it down flat to the floor inside the office as if smashed in by a medieval battering ram.

→The doors to the building were locked, which was more the academy's problem than mine. I exercised restraint. I didn't take the doors off their hinges. I only ripped them off of their locks.

→I spread my hands and said, to Nurse Jen, "I told them, didn't I? You heard me. Better take care of that guy."
Then I scowled, shook my head, and stalked off along the spell's back-trail, toward the administration building.

→I checked around me. Nurse Jen was staring at me with her eyes wide. The wounded guard was on his back, rocking back and forth in obvious pain. The two who had been knocked into the hallway were still on the ground, staring at me in much the same way as Jen, except that Steve was clearly trying to get his radio to work. It wouldn't. It had folded when the lights did.

→The second spell was more than the lights could handle, and the fluorescents in the infirmary exploded in showers of sparks and went out. Red-tinged emergency lights clicked on a few seconds later.

→They thought wrong. I repeated the spell, only with twice the energy.
One of them went out the door, crashing into Steve, who had just been about to regain his feet. My control wasn't so good without any of my magical implements, though. The second man hit the side of the doorway squarely, and his head made the metal frame ring as it bounced off. The man's legs went rubbery and he staggered, bleeding copiously from a wound that was up above his hairline.

→The pair of them looked at me and then at each other, gripping their batons until their knuckles turned white. They hadn't had a clear view of exactly what had happened to Steve, since his body would have blocked them from it. For all they knew, I'd used some kind of judo on him. The pair of them came to a conclusion somewhere in there—that whatever I had pulled on Steve wouldn't work on both of them—and they began to rush me.

→"Wah," I said, Bruce Lee style, and looked at the other two goons. "You boys want a choo-choo ride, too?"

→Invisible force lashed out and slammed into Steve like a runaway car made of foam rubber. It lifted him off his feet and tossed him back, between his two buddies, and out the door of the infirmary. He hit the floor and lost a lot of his velocity before fetching up against the opposite wall with an explosion of expelled breath.

→"Wow," I said. "Straight to the weapons? Really? Completely inappropriate escalation." I held up my right hand, palm out. "I'm telling you, fellas. Don't try it."
Steve took two quick steps toward me, raising the baton.
I unleashed the will I had been gathering and murmured, "Forzare."

→"Let's don't do this," I said. "Seriously. You guys don't want to ride this train."
In answer, Steve snapped his hand out to one side, and one of those collapsible fighting batons extended to its full length and locked. His two friends followed suit.

→"Shouldn't you be out making sure the boys aren't sneaking over to the girls' dorms and vice versa? Cause I'm thinking that's really more your speed, Steve."
Steve's face got red. "That's it," he said. "You are being detained until the police arrive, smartass."

→Steve scowled. He had a very thick neck. So did his two buddies. "Second warning, sir. You are now trespassing on private property. If you do not leave immediately, the police will be summoned and you will be detained until their arrival."

→"You," Steve said, pointing a thick finger at me. "It's after free hours. No visitors on the grounds after nine. You're gonna have to go."
I eased back around Nurse Jen and out of the room Irwin was in. "Um," I said, "let me think about that."

→Doctor Fabio had been way too interested in making sure I wasn't around. If it was Fabio behind the attacks on Irwin, then I could probably expect some interference to be arriving—
The door to the infirmary opened, and Steve and two of his fellow security guards clomped into the room.
—any time now.