Accidental Magic

This story is loosely based on the fave “His Secret Skill.”

As the party was winding down, Carlie felt the familiar sensation.  She had to use the bathroom.  As she made her way over there, ready to relieve herself, one of the guys, Jim, asked something. “Hey, you guys want to see me scimitar?”

Carlie didn’t hear what the others said, she was just focused on one thing, that sweet relief of eliminating into the toilet.  As she locked the door, lifting the lid and sitting down, that release of pressure escaping her washed over her.

A couple of minutes later, she flushed and washed her hands.  Quick, easy, and she felt so much better.  As she left the door, heading back to where everyone else was, she heard a couple of gasps, even a squeal.

She entered the room just in time for Jim to swing the scimitar around.

It was so quick, the movement so fast she hardly felt it, but she did as Jim’s showy swing cut the blade right into her and back out.

As the horrified looks on everyone’s face reached her, she realized there was no pain.  Jim, panicking, leapt forward, wanting to make sure she was okay.  He’d obviously felt as he cut into her, but it didn’t hurt. “Why aren’t you bleeding horribly?”

The question followed after someone asked whether they should call 911.  But Carlie felt okay.  She wondered, herself, why the rug in front of her was free of large blood pools, but, as she looked down, there weren’t any.  She didn’t dare move, worried about it, but she did start feeling around her waist, where the blade pierced her.

Her shirt was done for, cleanly cleaved across where her waist was, almost halfway through.  But, as she felt her waist, she could feel the seam, the place where she was, indeed, cut.  Still, no blood.  Heck, it didn’t even feel ragged, like she’d been torn open.

Experimentally, she gently pushed a finger into the seam in her body.  No blood, nothing.  What was going on here?

A part of her seemed to know. “Uh, Jim?  Keep going.”

Among cries of “are you kidding” and “have you lost it,” Jim just looked at her. “What?”

For some reason, Carlie wanted to know. “Use your sword and keep slicing into me.  Cut me in half.”

Jim hesitated, then lifted the scimitar up.  Carlie spread her arms out to the side as he lined it up with the seam in her waist. “If you’re sure.”

Carlie nodded, and Jim, with that, pushed the blade further into her.  It seemed like there was no texture at all, just a bit of resistance as he kept going deeper.  Still, Carlie had to smile.  Something different was going on.

She felt good.  No pain, no nothing.  Just the feeling of that blade slicing through her as it reached her spine.  It didn’t take much effort to go through that, then back out the other side.

Carlie knew she had been cleaved in half.  She knew her body was no longer in one piece as she experimentally tried a step forward, then had to reach out her arms.

With no connection, her top half toppled off.  She caught herself as that happened, saving a couple of bruises.  Still, she’d felt herself take that step.  She stood straight as she rolled her top half over, looking at it.  She lifted one foot, her knee bent, as if it was still there, still attached, but it wasn’t.

She moved both her halves to seats on opposite sides of the room, managing to get her upper half on the seat after a little effort.  The discussion at the party turned, quickly, to what had just happened.  Everyone was asking the same questions, or line of questions.

Meanwhile, as she looked at her lower half across the room, she had to wonder.  Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she remembered a story about her great grandparents being a magician and assistant.  Could it have been real?

But she did have to wonder something else.  What would happen if she couldn’t get back together?