Big thanx to everybody who has reviewed (and re-reviewed) this story so far! I genuinely and sincerely appreciate it! Keep 'em coming, 'cuz that's what keeps me writing! And I like everybody's ideas about the story. Look out for them either later in this story or in following stories (that's right; I'm not even close to done yet!)

"...This is Jessica Morrison with channel 8 news. I am here at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia, where everyone is completely baffled! It seems that people are almost refusing to die! Doctors have told me that there are patients here whose families have decided to discontinue their life support, but the patients are remaining alive! No one is quite sure how this apparent miracle is happening, but some believe that a strange cure has been accidentally stumbled upon..."

"Miracle my ass," Wesley said. "If they only knew..."

"At least nobody suspects anything supernatural," Matthew said. "We need to do something before the cat's out of the bag."

"Turn on the news!" James yelled, running into the room. "Y'all won't..."

"Believe it," the other three said, finishing James' sentence.

"Oh," James said, rather dejectedly. "William, what are we gonna do?"

"It is obvious now that Thanos' detainment is affecting the world," William said. "We must find him and free him, or else there may be more trouble."

Just then, William grabbed his head; it seemed as if someone had mercilessly struck him in the head with a titanium bat. He fell to the floor, writhing in pain. For a short while, no one knew what exactly to make of the situation, but seeing that William's pain was not going to go away anytime soon, James finally made the first move.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's...Matthias!" William said with great pain. "H-He's h-h-here..."

"Here?" Wesley asked, frantically searching around the room.

"In...your...t-t-time," William said. "I-I can sen...sense him. His p-power..."

"William," Matthew said, trying to pull William from the floor, "you have to concentrate. Pull yourself together."

After William managed to stand up, a dark aura surrounded him, casting Matthew back into James and Wesley. William's eyes flashed a dark red as he began to take on a more sinister appearance. He no longer looked like the cheery and optimistic William they had met before. Now, he looked like he was Evil itself. Wesley opened his mouth to say something, but for once, nothing came out.

Suddenly, William's appearance reverted back to its original state, leaving the three brothers confused. He seemed like he was struggling to maintain himself, but was fighting a losing battle.

"G-Get out of here!" William said quickly before going back into darkness.

"What?" James asked, unsure of what was going on.

William, eyes dark red now, flicked his hands at James, who was standing in front of Matthew and Wesley. The air exploded right in front of James; the impact threw him and his brothers into a table, shattering it instantly. James recovered the quickest and swung his arm mightily, telekinetically throwing William onto Matthew's bed. William sprang to his feet and cracked his neck slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He prepared to tap into his exploding power again when Wesley gestured towards him. He stopped moving instantly.

"Uh oh," Wesley said. "That's not good."

"What do you mean?" Matthew asked.

"William told me," Wesley said, "that my power didn't affect other good witches. He wouldn't tell my why, though. You know, I don't understand why everything has to be a mystery. It's like..."

"Shut up!" James and Matthew shouted.

William began to twist his way out of Wesley's freeze. Soon, he was moving fully again, hands at the ready. Before he could do anything, Matthew launched himself onto William and began punching him in the chest. As a boxer, Matthew had quite a lot of strength and almost seemed to be enjoying the fight.

"Remind me to never get on his bad side," Wesley said under his breath.

Matthew was about to hit William one last time, but William blinked out of sight, leaving Matthew to punch the air. He got up, breathing hard and smiling slightly.

"What the hell was that?" James asked.

"I don't know," Matthew said, panting, "but I have a feeling that things are about to get worse."

Doc says: So I've started changing the plot a little bit now. Bear with me as I go thru that most utterly horrible disease known to man...writer's block. Don't worry, though. I got some pills that I take...after they wear off I'll be able to tell y'all how worse things will get!