A short note: Finally, some action! Sorry it took so long, but stuff had to get set up and all...

James, Matthew, and Wesley walked back to James' truck after eating their fill at the Waffle House. It was three o'clock in the morning and they were the only ones outside. James had parked his truck at the movie theater, which was a quarter mile away. Earlier, the weather was so nice, they had decided to walk around and have a mini-tour of the area, not realizing that they would stay out as late as they did.

"Why did we walk?" Matthew asked, holding his stomach. "I'm so full I can hardly move."

"Me too," Wesley agreed. "I'm not in any condition to walk. Why don't you go get the truck and bring it back here, Jimmy?"

"Aren't you the track star?" James asked Wesley. "I'm full, too. We need to move anyway. It'll keep the food from settling too soon."

They trudged towards their destination, completely unaware that they were being watched. After walking for ten minutes, they started to feel better. Suddenly, Matthew stopped.

"Did you guys feel that?" he asked, looking around his shoulder.

"Feel what?" James asked.

"Felt like a shock," Matthew said. "I can't really explain it. Now I have this feeling that we're being watched."

"I always have that feeling when I have to pee," Wesley said. "And I really have to go right now!"

James was about to say something, but his words were cut short as a man appeared from out of nowhere. Wesley's mouth dropped as he witnessed the bizarre spectacle. People don't just appear like that, he reasoned to himself. He wiped his eyes vigorously, hoping that the man would be gone when he reopened them. The man, however, just stood there with a peculiar grin. Matthew didn't say a word, but looked confused, as if he knew that this would happen. It was the strongest sense of déjà vu he had ever felt.

"What the hell is goin' on?" Wesley asked, finally saying something. "Hey! How did you do that?"

The man said nothing; he only grinned and slowly advanced upon the three students. James instinctively stood in front of Matthew and Wesley, as if he were going to protect them. Then the man stopped. He reached out towards James and an invisible force suddenly cast James ten feet away, throwing him to the pavement. Wesley began muttering words to himself as he glanced towards the sky.

"What are you doing?" Matthew mumbled under his breath.

"Praying," Wesley said quickly between prayers.

The man opened his left hand and a small dagger materialized in black smoke. He hurled it with all his strength at Wesley, who could only stare in disbelief. He yelled and threw his hands out, as if he was going to stop the dagger. What happened next made no sense. Instead of striking him, the dagger stopped in midair. It was frozen in time; its razor sharp tip was just inches away from Wesley's face. Wesley opened his eyes. His prayers were answered somehow. Matthew, thinking rationally, grabbed the dagger from midair and threw it back at the man. However, the man only caught it and it disappeared in the same black smoke in which it appeared. James had regained himself and ran back towards Matthew and Wesley, keeping both his eyes on the man.

"Are you okay?" Matthew asked James, whose shirt had been torn when he was thrown.

"Yeah," James said. "Just a little confused. I don't know what's going on, but y'all need to get out of here before he hurts either of y'all."

"Okay," Wesley said. "Where are your keys?"

"No," Matthew said, grabbing Wesley's arm. "We're staying here. We're all in this."

"How touching," the man finally said. "Now I can have the pleasure of killing all of you at once. The Council will be pleased."

"Council?" Wesley asked. "Who are you?"

"I am," the man said slowly as his eyes began to glow a deep green, "the end."

He conjured a large sphere of green light in his hands. It flickered intensely as if it were made of electricity. He threw it at his three victims, who were all standing together. Before it could hit, though, its speed was suddenly slowed down to a snail pace, along with the man.

"Get out of the way!" a feminine voice called from a distance.

James pulled Matthew and Wesley out of the path of the mysterious energy ball and looked to where the voice had come. The three students saw two silhouettes running towards them. They didn't move; everything was still trying to register in their minds. Finally Wesley spoke out.

"What the hell is goin' on here?" he asked frantically. "First, this man pops in from nowhere, then James ends up over there. A knife stops in the middle of the air. And now the green thing and the man are moving slower than holy hell! Somebody tell me what is happening! I want some answers because I'm freakin' out here!"

"Later," the man said as he and the woman reached them. "You three need to read this spell to vanquish him. It's the only way."

"A spell?" Matthew asked. "What are you people, witches or something?"

"Yeah," the woman said, winking at him, "and so are you. Now read this."

She gave Matthew a piece of paper with a poem written on it. Wesley and James gathered around him as they read it out loud:

Evil doer have no name,
Rest you not on any plane.
Vanquish, we three witches sound!
Nothing left of you be found!

The man began moving normally again. Before he could do anything, though, he began to shake uncontrollably as white lights shone through his body. He yelled as the light overcame him and tore him apart from the inside. James, Matthew, Wesley, and the two strangers watched as the man burst into a white conflagration and then everything went back to normal.

Doctor Magic says: Wow! Some action sequence, huh? It's starting to heat up now! But I'm sure everyone's wondering exactly what's going on with these three strangers. Y'all gotta keep checkin' back to find out how things will turn out...