Chapter 14
The twice blessed walked sadly along the corridors of his school. He rubbed his head and upon a feeling of exhaustion, dropped at some random lockers. Sitting down in a relaxed position, still holding his head Wyatt pulled out a bottle of water and took a large gulp. He had to relax, with all that was going on Wyatt's stress meter was at its peak and after all, his powers were tied to his emotions. And he was pretty sure that his school would not like to be levelled out completely flat. The blonde laid his head against the unsympathetic, metal, locker and took three deep breaths.
Closing his eyes Wyatt tried to block out all of the voices he had heard earlier, they were taunting him, wanting him to lose control of his magic and just let it all go. But that was what the other Wyatt wanted right? He didn't know he just knew that ever since that guy had turned up he was feeling things that he knew he would never feel nor wanted to feel… and that scared him.
Even though the image of this evil Wyatt was an illusion it could as well have been a demon trying to make him vulnerable and weak, just so they could use him for his powers. Even before he was born, demons had been trying to take Wyatt away from his family and turn him to their side, but because of his mother they had never prevailed… Where was she now? What's to stop the demons from taking him now?
The pain had returned in his head and Wyatt gripped the sides trying to make it stop, but nothing worked. He could feel the anger and anxiety rising inside of him again and then the chuckle of his dark counterpart.
"Wow, you're still at this?" he mocked, walking around the hall, his stupid hair bouncing with each step.
"Please… just leave me alone"
"No, sorry, can't do that Wy. I need you to turn otherwise I won't exist"
"I will never turn out like you!" he yelled, throwing his fists at the imaginary figure as the other Wyatt disappeared making Wyatt's hands basically attack the air.
"It's only a matter of time… trust me" his dark voice informed, making Wyatt turn and spin frantically looking for his attacker.
"Show yourself, you coward!"
Wyatt continued to spin in circles, throwing his hands aimlessly around trying to hit what wasn't real. The figure kept appearing and taunting him, making his anger boil to the point of no containment and he just continued to throw punches, some landing in lockers, dinting the doors and some releasing his magic against the floors and walls, making singe marks appear everywhere.
"You better stop golden boy, wouldn't want you to reveal your secret now, would we?"
Wyatt heard a shrill and had realised that the school bell rang for lunch. Shaking his head Wyatt was snapped back to reality and saw what he had done in his rampage. There were broken lockers and singe marks all over the place. He had to do something but there was not enough time, of all the powers he had he wished he had inherited a freezing power like what his mother had. Making a hasty decision Wyatt quickly orbed to the one place in the school that would have no one inside it, the storage closet.