Chris knew this would be his only chance to go after the girl and have the
ability to surprise her. He also knew that he wasn't going to get off home
free this time with her just freezing him in place, but he had to try.
Losing his big brother wasn't an option to him. He had to do something quick and it didn't matter how unprepared he was for the consequences. If he could stop her or even distract her for long enough for Wyatt to find a way to kill her that would be enough for him.
Chris came up from behind her. He signaled to Wyatt that he was going to jump into their fight and he got a very worried look in return from a tired Wyatt. They both knew it wasn't smart for him to do what he was going to do, but he had to.
Wyatt and the girl kept circling each other in the endless game of cat and mouse. When she was in front of the sitting rooms doorway with her back to him he sprang at her.
It was the best chance that he had. Not to mention, it was the only thing he could do. So, he pounced.
"Chris, no!" Wyatt yelled at him.
Chris didn't pay attention to Wyatt's warning.
He was living off of an adrenaline rush. He was trying to save Wyatt and this was the only way he knew how to effectively. Plus, this was the only opportunity he probably would even get with her back being to him and her not seeing him come into the attack . She wouldn't have time to save herself like she'd had when his family had gone after her.
She would be helpless.
In the next minute, he had her. His hands wrapped around her throat and started choking her from behind. It was the best way to kill her. It was one of the few things he could do successfully the way they were positioned.
For a moment, he felt the satisfaction of trapping her in her own game. She'd finally met her match. Let's see how easy it will be for you to live through suffocation, he thought.
He clenched his fingers harder around her throat as she gasped for air in surprise. She started moving around like a caged animal. Trying to get him to let his hold down on her but he wouldn't.
He wouldn't let her - a killer - go to kill his family. He wouldn't let her go because if he did she was going to go after him next and he didn't know if he had enough power to keep the charade up. So he squeezed her throat tighter to try to quicken her death.
What Chris hadn't expected was for her to know any other moves that didn't include magic. One minute he was perfectly fine and he'd had her in his grasp. The next she had hold of his right arm and had flipped him right onto his back in front of her.
He landed hard on the hard wood floor knowing instantly that she was going to kill him.
He wanted to orb out in that instant of hitting the floor knowing his death was very soon to come, but he didn't. He wouldn't wuss out and leave his brother there all alone. He wouldn't go down as a coward.
"I'm so sick of all these interruptions," the girl growled as he hit the floor. She was ready for the kill . He just knew it. And Chris was the closest one and weakest one to kill at the moment.
"No, leave him alone. You want me, remember!" Wyatt yelled at her to keep her attention on him.
He threw a quick burst of power at her trying to slam her against the wall again but it barely made a dent against her. She was slowly becoming immune to Wyatt's powers.
Soon she'd be stronger then him.
"You're right about that one," she replied.
The girl looked down at him. The pressure from the fight let alone the magic wasn't even evident on her. She hadn't even broken a sweat trying to battle them. Instead, all that was left on her face was the bloodlust. Her violet-blue eyes looked down at Chris as he laid on the ground trying to quickly think of something to do. "William?"
She'd said the name so softly.
Her face had changed in that one word. It had almost softened . Chris looked up at her in shock at seeing the fierceness of her face change to almost reflect her soft beauty. It was like seeing a monster turn into a fairy princess. It disturbed him more then the fact that she was towering over him ready to kill him.
"Who?" Chris asked, uncertainly.
He had a feeling he didn't want to be in this position. He wasn't sure at all to what was going on with the girl, but her sudden transformation and her lack of attention to the world around her except for him was unnerving.
He slowly started to crab walk backwards on the floor away from her. He needed to get somewhere. Anywhere as long as it was far away from her.
It was then that Wyatt took the opportunity to attack. One minute she was standing above him looking like a pacified angel and the next Wyatt had grabbed her and had thrown her as hard as he could against the opposite wall. Chris couldn't help but feel relieved by the distraction.
The girl came back to reality and bounced off the wall towards Wyatt. It was time for them to end it. In the time it took her to come back to reality and start towards Wyatt again Wyatt had formed an energy ball.
It was evident that he was willing to use it. The girl didn't seem to be affected by the minor fact that the energy ball signified her ultimate demise. Instead, she giggled feverishly at him and wagged her finger.
"Never play with fire," she warned as she covered the two feet between her and Wyatt.
Her hands were feverishly shooting bolts of electricity all over the place. One hit the wall beside Chris's head and started a fire. He quickly started beating it out with the nearest thing to him. Which happened to be his red graduation gown.
Both Wyatt and the girl moved together anticipating each other's attacks .
Wyatt kicked her in the back of the leg, but instead of going down like he expected her to she did the exact opposite. She raised her hands towards his head. Instinctively he mirrored her movements towards hers .
Both's weapons drawn as they touched each others heads. The moment that the electricity bolts shooting from her hands touched his head his energy ball touched hers and they were both flung back from each other in the collision of powers.
Wyatt hit the wall of the landing on the stairs bone crunchingly hard and slowly slid down it. While, she was propelled to the wall opposite of him. Both fell to the floor unconscious.
In the aftermath of the fight, the house shook dangerously.
Losing his big brother wasn't an option to him. He had to do something quick and it didn't matter how unprepared he was for the consequences. If he could stop her or even distract her for long enough for Wyatt to find a way to kill her that would be enough for him.
Chris came up from behind her. He signaled to Wyatt that he was going to jump into their fight and he got a very worried look in return from a tired Wyatt. They both knew it wasn't smart for him to do what he was going to do, but he had to.
Wyatt and the girl kept circling each other in the endless game of cat and mouse. When she was in front of the sitting rooms doorway with her back to him he sprang at her.
It was the best chance that he had. Not to mention, it was the only thing he could do. So, he pounced.
"Chris, no!" Wyatt yelled at him.
Chris didn't pay attention to Wyatt's warning.
He was living off of an adrenaline rush. He was trying to save Wyatt and this was the only way he knew how to effectively. Plus, this was the only opportunity he probably would even get with her back being to him and her not seeing him come into the attack . She wouldn't have time to save herself like she'd had when his family had gone after her.
She would be helpless.
In the next minute, he had her. His hands wrapped around her throat and started choking her from behind. It was the best way to kill her. It was one of the few things he could do successfully the way they were positioned.
For a moment, he felt the satisfaction of trapping her in her own game. She'd finally met her match. Let's see how easy it will be for you to live through suffocation, he thought.
He clenched his fingers harder around her throat as she gasped for air in surprise. She started moving around like a caged animal. Trying to get him to let his hold down on her but he wouldn't.
He wouldn't let her - a killer - go to kill his family. He wouldn't let her go because if he did she was going to go after him next and he didn't know if he had enough power to keep the charade up. So he squeezed her throat tighter to try to quicken her death.
What Chris hadn't expected was for her to know any other moves that didn't include magic. One minute he was perfectly fine and he'd had her in his grasp. The next she had hold of his right arm and had flipped him right onto his back in front of her.
He landed hard on the hard wood floor knowing instantly that she was going to kill him.
He wanted to orb out in that instant of hitting the floor knowing his death was very soon to come, but he didn't. He wouldn't wuss out and leave his brother there all alone. He wouldn't go down as a coward.
"I'm so sick of all these interruptions," the girl growled as he hit the floor. She was ready for the kill . He just knew it. And Chris was the closest one and weakest one to kill at the moment.
"No, leave him alone. You want me, remember!" Wyatt yelled at her to keep her attention on him.
He threw a quick burst of power at her trying to slam her against the wall again but it barely made a dent against her. She was slowly becoming immune to Wyatt's powers.
Soon she'd be stronger then him.
"You're right about that one," she replied.
The girl looked down at him. The pressure from the fight let alone the magic wasn't even evident on her. She hadn't even broken a sweat trying to battle them. Instead, all that was left on her face was the bloodlust. Her violet-blue eyes looked down at Chris as he laid on the ground trying to quickly think of something to do. "William?"
She'd said the name so softly.
Her face had changed in that one word. It had almost softened . Chris looked up at her in shock at seeing the fierceness of her face change to almost reflect her soft beauty. It was like seeing a monster turn into a fairy princess. It disturbed him more then the fact that she was towering over him ready to kill him.
"Who?" Chris asked, uncertainly.
He had a feeling he didn't want to be in this position. He wasn't sure at all to what was going on with the girl, but her sudden transformation and her lack of attention to the world around her except for him was unnerving.
He slowly started to crab walk backwards on the floor away from her. He needed to get somewhere. Anywhere as long as it was far away from her.
It was then that Wyatt took the opportunity to attack. One minute she was standing above him looking like a pacified angel and the next Wyatt had grabbed her and had thrown her as hard as he could against the opposite wall. Chris couldn't help but feel relieved by the distraction.
The girl came back to reality and bounced off the wall towards Wyatt. It was time for them to end it. In the time it took her to come back to reality and start towards Wyatt again Wyatt had formed an energy ball.
It was evident that he was willing to use it. The girl didn't seem to be affected by the minor fact that the energy ball signified her ultimate demise. Instead, she giggled feverishly at him and wagged her finger.
"Never play with fire," she warned as she covered the two feet between her and Wyatt.
Her hands were feverishly shooting bolts of electricity all over the place. One hit the wall beside Chris's head and started a fire. He quickly started beating it out with the nearest thing to him. Which happened to be his red graduation gown.
Both Wyatt and the girl moved together anticipating each other's attacks .
Wyatt kicked her in the back of the leg, but instead of going down like he expected her to she did the exact opposite. She raised her hands towards his head. Instinctively he mirrored her movements towards hers .
Both's weapons drawn as they touched each others heads. The moment that the electricity bolts shooting from her hands touched his head his energy ball touched hers and they were both flung back from each other in the collision of powers.
Wyatt hit the wall of the landing on the stairs bone crunchingly hard and slowly slid down it. While, she was propelled to the wall opposite of him. Both fell to the floor unconscious.
In the aftermath of the fight, the house shook dangerously.