"This is the perfect opportunity," Ardad said, watching James' actions through the mysterious mist that floated in the center of a pentagram-shaped table.

"We will give him exactly what he wants," Mastiphal said, laughing evilly.

Mastiphal and Ardad were two of five hooded beings who made up the Council, the source of everything evil in the world. Along with Andras, Anamalech, and Tenebrion, they monitored the Complete constantly, waiting for any opportunity to destroy them. They were supposed to do so earlier, before they had come into their powers, but they proved themselves to be more formidable than they seemed. The Council now formed a new plan that would allow them to get rid of the Complete.

Since the Complete had come to be, the balance of good and evil had tipped dramatically in the favor of good. A prophecy was foretold that three would come together and free the world from all evil. James, Matthew, and Wesley were these three. The Council wanted to prevent this from happening at all costs because it ultimately meant their end.

"We must contact Thanos, the Angel of Death," Tenebrion said.

Wesley led his brothers to the dining hall; he was very hungry. He also didn't want to have anything to do with James and his "morbid" idea. He saw a fellow student sitting on the stairs across from the dining hall, studying diligently. Focusing slightly, Wesley flicked his hands at the student, who froze immediately in time. Wesley smiled at his actions; he had only been a witch for a short time, but he was already getting better with controlling his power to stop time. He was about to freeze another student when a strong force pulled him backwards.

"What the hell are you doing?" James asked, holding Wesley by the shirt. "You can't do that!"

"What are you talking about?" Wesley asked. "I'm practicing. I'm getting better. Watch this; you see that girl over there?"

"Don't you dare!" James whispered loudly to him. "We can't parade our powers like that. It's illegal."

"It's not illegal," Wesley protested. "It's justâ€wrong. Besides, there's nothing that says that I can't."

"Yes, there is," Matthew said. "There's Matt, and there's Jimmy."

"Hey," Wesley said, "just because we're brothers now doesn't give y'all the authority to boss me around."

"Sure it does," James said, inflating himself to look bigger than he really was. "Better get used to it."

"Better get used to this," Wesley said, smiling as he flicked his hands at James and Matthew, intending to freeze them. However, nothing happened. He tried twice more, but both times were just as futile as the first. He looked at his hands and then back at James and Matthew. "What's wrong with my powers? Y'all broke my powers!"

"Maybe it just doesn't work on us," Matthew suggested. "But this isn't the time to talk about it. Let's eat."

The three of them found an empty table and sat there. James and Matthew explained the importance of keeping their supernatural side hidden from everybody. James emphasized the moral obligations and the responsibility. Most of their speech went through one of Wesley's ears and out of the other. He just sat there, staring at these two people who were now his brothers. He had always wanted older brothers, but he never really thought that it could happen.

He liked Matthew the most; probably because they were actual roommates. Matthew was always the one who seemed to take his side. Matthew wasn't as assertive as James, which Wesley liked. He didn't like to be ordered around, which was what James seemed to prefer doing. Did he really have to listen to them? After all, he was only sixteen years old. Why did he have to skip two grades in elementary school? If he hadn't, he'd be back in high school and none of this would ever have happened.

But it did. He did skip those two grades and was thrown into college way before he felt he was ready. He continued to stare blankly into his brothers' faces as he kept thinking his thoughts about them. Although he hated James' authority-type personality, he had to admit that he did admire him. He would never admit it, though. Wesley liked how James always went into something not showing fear. He wished he could learn that. He was so panicky that he felt that he received his power to stop time because of that.

"And you have to understand," James continued, "that we all have our parts to play. We have to stick together, and the only way we're gonna be able to do that is if we trust each other"

James continued to talk and talk; his food was getting cold. Matthew, now like Wesley, was staring at James. His face had a look of interest in James' words, but in reality he was thinking about the same things as Wesley. Things were so different now for him. College was supposed to bring new things, but this was ridiculous! His eyes darted from James to Wesley. He liked Wesley because he brought comedy to any situation. He didn't too much care for his carelessness and absentmindedness, though. He liked James' confidence and persona because it was closer to his own.

Matthew felt stuck in the middle. It was probably the very last place he wanted to be. Between James' assertiveness and Wesley's rebelliousness, fights and arguments were almost always going to be guaranteed between the two of them. He definitely did not want to play the mediator between them; he had better things to do. He was determined to stay grounded and become a role model for both Wesley and James over time. He was, after all, the calm one.

"And that's all I have to say about it," James said, giving Wesley a stern nod.

"I'm sorry," Wesley said, snapping back to reality. "What were you saying?"

James rolled his eyes at his new youngest brother. Since finding out the truth about himself, Matthew, and Wesley, James had seemed to becomeâ€protective of his younger brothers. He took more of a liking to Matthew than he did Wesley just based on first impressions; he liked Wesley, but he couldn't stand Wesley's carelessness, absentmindedness, and utter lack of responsibility. On the other hand, he secretly admired Wesley's great confidence and ability to make people laugh, although he didn't too much appreciate that he was usually the butt of Wesley's jokes.

James really liked Matthew's personality; it seemed to match more with his own. They had many things in common, such as a love for cars and football. Matthew seemed like he was more open to becoming family with James, whereas Wesley seemed a little harder to get close to. However, he was certainly going to try, especially since the three of them now had something in common; they were destined to save the world.

Just when things were starting to get back to normal! What does the Angel of Death have to do with anything? Check back soon for an update! And if y'all have other ideas about where this story could go, I'm all ears!