Spencer's eyes widened a little as his question was repeated by Mr Decent, he really could hear them and respond to them, this was not an ordinary hacker, this wasn't even a master hacker...This was something completely new, and it was scary. Spencer's fear turned into sheer terror as the world became covered in a hellish red, his mind raced to come up with an explanation, it was like those big stage lights right? Or a group of stunt planes? He knew neither of these were correct and after a short while a sharp pain shot through his body and he was hit by the realisation that this was witchcraft or some sort of satanic power, evil in it's purist form. As he fell onto the floor from his chair he couldn't help but think back to the few times he had attended church in his life, at school and with his uncle and once on his own before his uncle passed away. He'd found parts of it comforting, but never had he thought that demons and magic were real and yet here he was, lying on the floor beneath a red pentagram in the sky with an unexplainable pain burning away his insides.
A gasp escaped Spencer's mouth as the pain subsided, he shook his head slowly clearing his mind of old memories and deciding to focus on his current situation. He staggered to his feet and looked around, he wasn't paying attention to the voice anymore though he could feel a strange presence within him. Suddenly his ears picked up one word. 'Magic.' He watched as the magical aura surrounded his hand, swallowing nervously he focused the energy almost instinctively into a ball then looked to the café's radio. Decent still had the nerve to keep talking after everything he'd already done, feeling a surge of anger he thrust his hand forward and launched the magic at the radio, it was blown to pieces and he stepped back with a gasp not believing what he had done. A woman screamed at the display and Spencer turned to run out of the door, tripping over his feet and landing face first onto the pavement as he did so. "What the hell is going on?!" He shouted to nobody in particular as he scrambled to his feet and looked to one of the large TV screens in the city.