Chapter Two

Henry sat in his desk in English at Hyde High School. He was a Senior and couldn't wait to get out of school. He hated being cooped up in some high school with people that couldn't understand what it was like to have powers. Sometimes he was just tempted to orb out of class and go somewhere else, but he knew that his mother and aunts would kill him. Exposing magic was something that no witch was supposed to do.

Henry got out of class and saw his cousins, Paris, Penny, and Patricia, standing at his car waiting for him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked grumpily.

"My car broke down, so we need a ride home," Paris said as she popped her gum.

"And you expect me to give you a ride? What about Prue?"

"She's in New York, remember?"

"I forgot."

"So, will you?"

"I guess so. I was going to go meet up with Chris and Wyatt, but I guess they can wait a little while."

Henry drove his cousins home. He hated being their taxi. They always needed him to take them somewhere when he had something else to do. It was like they knew his schedule, which was possible since Patty had the power of telepathy. He had tried some exercises to keep his mind blocked from her, but they didn't seem to work.

He was about fifteen minutes late to his cousins' apartment.

"Where were you?" Chris asked as he came to the door.

"I was dropping the new 'P3' off," he said rolling his eyes. "So why did you want me to come by?"

"We were hoping that you would go demon hunting with us," Wyatt said as he continued scrying for evil.

"Demon hunting? Why do you need me? Aren't you like all-powerful?"

"Why does everyone expect me to go alone? Sometimes I may need help; besides, I like the company."

"He likes showing off," Chris whispered to Henry.

"I do not," Wyatt said.

"Excuse me. That was private."

"If it was so private, then go in the other room."

"Why do you have to be so damn bossy?"

"Why do you have to be so damn lazy?"

"I'm not lazy."

"Well, I'm not bossy!"

"Yes you—"

"Guys, stop it," Henry yelled putting an end to the fight. "You two are such babies when it comes to the whole demon-fighting thing. Neither one of you has the maturity that you should have for guys your age."

"Uh-oh. He's letting the whitelighter in him take over," Chris said.

"Oh, shut up!"

Before Chris and Henry started to argue, the crystal dropped on the map.

"I found something."

The three orbed to an abandoned warehouse. There were three demons waiting for them. One started to throw a fireball at them.

"Fireball!" Henry yelled and pushed it away with his powers. The demon ducked and avoided getting taken out by his own fireball. He charged towards Henry, who began to kick him. Henry called for a pipe that was on the ground about ten feet away. When it arrived, he plunged it into the demon's chest.

Meanwhile, Chris had tried to knock one of the demons down, but, as powerful as Chris was, the demon just popped back up.

"Damn, that should've worked," Chris muttered. He saw that the demon had an athame. He ran towards the demon and fought him for the athame. He finally got it and plunged it into the demon before pulling it back out. It was always good to keep weapons to fight demons with.

Wyatt had tried all of his powers on the demon facing him, but nothing seemed to work. He was cornered when Chris orbed over to right behind the demon. He plunged the athame into the demon's back. The demon went up in flames.

"See, I needed you here," Wyatt said as Chris helped him off the ground.

"You don't cower in fear, Wyatt. You were trying to get one of us to help you. You weren't fully using your powers. You could've gotten yourself killed."

"Why do you assume that?"

"Because you've done it before. You did it once in front of Mom, and she nearly had a heart attack before she blew the demon up. Then, she nearly blew you up."

"You remembered that?"

"Yeah. I remembered that. I actually enjoyed hearing her yell at you."

"You always enjoyed when I got in trouble."

"It was always funny."

"No, it wasn't."

"Guys, stop arguing," Henry yelled from across the warehouse. "We need to get going. I have a date tonight."