"Uh..but..I.." I stuttered. Marcus gave a huge smile and a small
laugh.
"I've never known you to not speak what's on your mind. Come on Wyatt, spit it out. Are you surprised?" he asked charmingly. The initial joy of seeing my little brother again was slowly being taken over by anger. It flowed through my body like boiling water.
"You are a selfish bastard!" I screamed. Marcus looked stunned.
"Excuse me?" he retorted.
"You heard me! You killed yourself! Were you thinking of anyone but yourself? I found you hanging from a rope! Max was there too you know! Do you have any idea how much this has damaged your family?! You knew Mom was dying! You knew how much it hurt you to find that out! Yet you still went and caused that hurt to your whole family! So yes, you are a selfish bastard," I spat with disgust. Marcus paled and guilt and hurt filled his eyes. Without saying anything he reached out and took Olivia in his arms. I could see tears filling his eyes. I listened carefully as he leaned in to whisper to my baby.
"Hey Liv, everyone's mad at me. You're not are you?" he asked. As ridicules as his behavior was I realized that Olivia was the only one who wasn't going to give him harsh words. Olivia's grey eyes looked into her uncle's.
"Bah," she cooed. I looked at my little brother holding my daughter. I walked over to him and hugged him to me, careful not to hurt Olivia.
"I love you Marcus," I promised.
"You'll understand in time why I did it Wyatt," Marc swore. I took Olivia from Marc's arms. We walked together down to Victor's room. I knocked lightly. I could here muffled sobs coming through the door.
"Yeah?" Vic's voice asked softly.
"Can we come in?" I asked. Vic didn't respond. Marcus pushed the door open. Vic's unruly hair was sticking in many directions. He glanced up at us and then pushed the bangs from his eyes.
"Marc?" he croaked with disbelief. His hazel eyes shone with happiness. He flew from the spot where he had been lying on his bed and threw his arms around Marcus. I watched, the scene shocked me because to the best of my recollection, I had never seen Victor show any loving emotions towards Marcus.
"I knew you would be back," he whispered. When we entered Max's room his face turned white. We sat together in the comfort of Vic's small room in silence for a few minutes.
"Why'd you do it Marc?" I asked slowly. Marc smiled sadly.
"You'll find out eventually," he said evasively. Vic frowned, allowing hi bangs to fall back into place.
"When's that?" he asked. Marc waited a moment and a loud crash was heard from downstairs. I set Olivia carefully on the bed. We orbed down to the living room. Shane and Lance were cowering in a corner. A huge demon hovered above them. Vic and I simultaneously threw our hands out. Two small sparks hit the demon, who looked mildly irritated with our attacks. Aunt Paige and Mom ran into the room. The demon threw a huge energy ball towards them.
"Energy ball!" Aunt Paige screamed. The ball appeared in her hand and she threw it back at the demon. Mom tried to freeze the demon but it just shook off the freeze. He threw his arms out and chanted words in a language that I had never heard. Vic, Mom, Aunt Paige and I flew across the room. Marcus didn't move.
"Mommy!" Shane screamed with fear. The demon gave a loud rumbling laugh as he turned back to the frightened children.
"Please! Aunt Paige! Aunt Piper!" eight year old Lance called. Pain shot through my head where it had struck the wall. Vic groaned and pushed himself up onto his elbows. Marcus calmly smiled.
"Hey," he said to the demon. The demon turned around and stared at Marc.
"Marc no!" Mom screamed. The demon clicked out something in its native tongue, it sounded almost fearful.
"That right. And you picked the wrong family," Marcus responded to the demon. Marc levitated above the ground and a soft glow surrounded him. The demon called out in pain and then blew up in a flash of bright light. Marc slowly returned to the ground. Everyone in the room stared at him with shock. Marc returned to the ground once again. Mom ran to him and hugged him close.
"Marcus..Marcus.." she cried slowly. When Mom let him out of her grasp he turned and looked to all of us. A cautious smile spread across his lips.
"How did you float Marc?" Shane asked simply. Marcus took a deep breath.
"I am a God," he said slowly.
TO BE CONTINUED.
"I've never known you to not speak what's on your mind. Come on Wyatt, spit it out. Are you surprised?" he asked charmingly. The initial joy of seeing my little brother again was slowly being taken over by anger. It flowed through my body like boiling water.
"You are a selfish bastard!" I screamed. Marcus looked stunned.
"Excuse me?" he retorted.
"You heard me! You killed yourself! Were you thinking of anyone but yourself? I found you hanging from a rope! Max was there too you know! Do you have any idea how much this has damaged your family?! You knew Mom was dying! You knew how much it hurt you to find that out! Yet you still went and caused that hurt to your whole family! So yes, you are a selfish bastard," I spat with disgust. Marcus paled and guilt and hurt filled his eyes. Without saying anything he reached out and took Olivia in his arms. I could see tears filling his eyes. I listened carefully as he leaned in to whisper to my baby.
"Hey Liv, everyone's mad at me. You're not are you?" he asked. As ridicules as his behavior was I realized that Olivia was the only one who wasn't going to give him harsh words. Olivia's grey eyes looked into her uncle's.
"Bah," she cooed. I looked at my little brother holding my daughter. I walked over to him and hugged him to me, careful not to hurt Olivia.
"I love you Marcus," I promised.
"You'll understand in time why I did it Wyatt," Marc swore. I took Olivia from Marc's arms. We walked together down to Victor's room. I knocked lightly. I could here muffled sobs coming through the door.
"Yeah?" Vic's voice asked softly.
"Can we come in?" I asked. Vic didn't respond. Marcus pushed the door open. Vic's unruly hair was sticking in many directions. He glanced up at us and then pushed the bangs from his eyes.
"Marc?" he croaked with disbelief. His hazel eyes shone with happiness. He flew from the spot where he had been lying on his bed and threw his arms around Marcus. I watched, the scene shocked me because to the best of my recollection, I had never seen Victor show any loving emotions towards Marcus.
"I knew you would be back," he whispered. When we entered Max's room his face turned white. We sat together in the comfort of Vic's small room in silence for a few minutes.
"Why'd you do it Marc?" I asked slowly. Marc smiled sadly.
"You'll find out eventually," he said evasively. Vic frowned, allowing hi bangs to fall back into place.
"When's that?" he asked. Marc waited a moment and a loud crash was heard from downstairs. I set Olivia carefully on the bed. We orbed down to the living room. Shane and Lance were cowering in a corner. A huge demon hovered above them. Vic and I simultaneously threw our hands out. Two small sparks hit the demon, who looked mildly irritated with our attacks. Aunt Paige and Mom ran into the room. The demon threw a huge energy ball towards them.
"Energy ball!" Aunt Paige screamed. The ball appeared in her hand and she threw it back at the demon. Mom tried to freeze the demon but it just shook off the freeze. He threw his arms out and chanted words in a language that I had never heard. Vic, Mom, Aunt Paige and I flew across the room. Marcus didn't move.
"Mommy!" Shane screamed with fear. The demon gave a loud rumbling laugh as he turned back to the frightened children.
"Please! Aunt Paige! Aunt Piper!" eight year old Lance called. Pain shot through my head where it had struck the wall. Vic groaned and pushed himself up onto his elbows. Marcus calmly smiled.
"Hey," he said to the demon. The demon turned around and stared at Marc.
"Marc no!" Mom screamed. The demon clicked out something in its native tongue, it sounded almost fearful.
"That right. And you picked the wrong family," Marcus responded to the demon. Marc levitated above the ground and a soft glow surrounded him. The demon called out in pain and then blew up in a flash of bright light. Marc slowly returned to the ground. Everyone in the room stared at him with shock. Marc returned to the ground once again. Mom ran to him and hugged him close.
"Marcus..Marcus.." she cried slowly. When Mom let him out of her grasp he turned and looked to all of us. A cautious smile spread across his lips.
"How did you float Marc?" Shane asked simply. Marcus took a deep breath.
"I am a God," he said slowly.
TO BE CONTINUED.