Wesley got out of the car and closed it gently; he had no reason to take his aggression out on his car. He took his sketchpad out of his backpack and set off towards the middle of the park.
Wesley had a genuine love of nature. He liked to look at majestic trees as they towered over the rest of the landscape. He liked to watch squirrels and birds zip past him, living from tree to tree. He just liked all of that. Luckily for him, a park/nature trail was not far away from Oxford College. It was about a ten minute drive up the road from the college. Called Oxford Park (it wasn't a very original name), it was constructed around a nature trail that had been worn in over one hundred years ago. Completely untouched otherwise, it had since become home to many animals, including deer, raccoons, and various birds.
Wesley decided to draw to take his mind off of James and Matthew. He liked them, he really did, but sometimes it just seemed that they (and the rest of the world) were always against him. If he did want brothers, he certainly didn't want there to be an odd number of them. He hated being the minority, literally and figuratively.
He found a nice spot in the shade of a gigantic oak tree and began to draw. He didn't care what his pencil drew; as long as he was doing something productive. Of course, he could have been doing homework, but it was the weekend and whoever heard of anyone doing homework then? The evening sky brought a cool breeze of wind as a group of fallen leaves whistled past Wesley's ear. After what seemed like an eternity, he looked at what he had managed to draw.
He never was a good artist. Even he had no idea what it was that he had scribbled on the paper. It looked like a cross between a soda bottle, a pair of scissors, and trash. Sighing, he put the sketchpad back in his backpack and decided to lie down and watch the sunset. Coming from Dallas, a big city, he never really had a chance to see an actual sunset that didn't have any light pollution. Oxford, Georgia was in the country, giving him a clear view of what lie in the heavens.
He had just become comfortable when he heard an unusual rustling from behind a bush about ten feet away. He jumped up, hoping it was just a deer. He had seen too many horror movies where the person who heard the commotion always went to investigate and died a horrible death moments later. He was smarter than that; he packed up his backpack and began to head for his car. The sound only grew louder as he walked faster. It sounded like something had started following him. He tried his best to ignore it, but the sound, combined with his fear, overcame him. He stopped and quickly turned around, flashing his hands at whatever was there. He breathed a sigh of relief to see that he had frozen small deer.
He relaxed as he turned back around to go to his car. Standing in front of him now was a man, who looked a little bit like Matthew about the face. He had very dark features and seemed very intimidating. What caught Wesley's attention, though, was that the man hadn't been there before. He hadn't made any noise, which led Wesley to believe that something supernatural was going on. How he hated that word...
The man's eyes flashed red and Wesley was launched high into the air, slamming into the trunk of the oak tree he had sat under moments ago. With the wind knocked out of him, he struggled to regain his composure. The man was relentless; he threw Wesley into the trunk of another tree some twenty feet away.
"Who the hell are you?" Wesley asked, doubled over in pain.
"Do you not recognize family?" the man asked.
"Family?" Wesley asked. "You're not any family to me." Then it hit him. "Uh oh..."
"I see your brain has, what is it you say?" the man asked, rubbing his chin. "I believe the term is 'kicked in?'"
"Stop with the jokes," Wesley said dryly, managing to stand to his feet. "What do you want with me, Matthias?"
"You are obviously the youngest one," Matthias said. He spoke as though he didn't hear Wesley's question. "You have proven most difficult for me to control. It must be because of your...difference."
"Difference?" Wesley asked. "Is this about me being black? I mean, are you kidding me?"
"I am hardly one to joke," Matthias said in a monotone voice. "At any rate, I will end your line, whether or not it descends from me."
"What are you talking about?" Wesley asked.
But it was too late. Matthias had conjured a green ball of flickering light in his hand and thrown it at Wesley. Wesley threw his hands up and the mysterious projectile froze in midair. Wesley smiled slightly at his accomplishment. He looked at Matthias and gave him a 'ha ha' look. Matthias clapped his hands slowly.
"Bravo," he said darkly. "But the real question is, how long can you last?"
Matthias produced two more balls of green light, one in each hand, and threw them at Wesley. Panicking, he threw up his hands once again and both attacks were stopped in midair. He had no time to think, as Matthias kept throwing more green balls at him, forcing him to keep using his power. Before Wesley realized it, he was completely surrounded by the green balls; there was no way to wiggle out of their path.
"Exactly what I thought," Matthias said. "Do not wait for me; I shall return shortly."
With that, Matthias suddenly blinked and was gone.
Oh no, just when Wesley thought it couldn't get any worse...now Matthias is back in the mix, and he's not playin' around! In the next chapter, Jimmy and Matt reach a standstill in their brawl, while Wesley tries to figure a way out of his predicament. Will any of them survive? Y'all just have to wait!