Hey, folks! This is the now 22 year old Dr. Magic, PhD. Thanx to those who wished me happy berfday. To y'all others, a curse on you! Just playin' with y'all. I had a really great time. As a result of my increased mood, I'm workin' overtime on this story to put it up ASAP, but I need to get more reviews and suggestions to expedite the process...get it!?
"Slow down, Wesley, and tell me what's going on," Dean Moon said calmly. "I'm sure that there's something we can do that's not as rash as getting another roommate."
"You don't understand these people," Wesley said. "They're overruling and obnoxious and bossy and mean and surly, and that's just the beginning."
"Mean and surly?" the dean asked, rubbing his chin and smiling slightly. "That sounds serious."
"It's...hard to explain," Wesley said. "I can just say that they're into things that I don't want to be a part of, but I'm always being dragged into them."
"What kind of things?" Dean Moon asked.
"Just...things," Wesley said.
"Well," Dean Moon explained, "if these things are as bad as you say, then why don't you talk to them about it?
"I can't talk to either of them about it!" Wesley said. "They're too one-sided to listen to anything I have to say. They basically don't care about how I feel and treat me like some kind of child. Meanwhile, I thought that this was college, you know, a place full of adults."
"As much as you might not want to hear this," Dean Moon said, "I think the first step is to talk to them and see if you can't get them to listen to you. That's what adults would do, you know."
"What is that," Wesley asked, "sarcasm?"
"I'm afraid so," Dean Moon said, chuckling.
Below the surface of the Earth, in a dark and mysterious place called the Underworld, an evil plan was unfolding. Pacing back and forth in a dimly lit chamber was a female warlock, known as Lina. She was feared by many in the Underworld. She had a striking resemblance to Tomb Raider's Lara Croft. Her dark features seemed to make her even more beautiful, but also more deadly. She was an assassin of the Underworld, only taking missions that would benefit her. Now, she had been offered a job by a member of the Dark Order, a sinister gathering of warlocks who had earned their reputations as being among the most vile and malevolent evil beings in the Underworld.
Lina walked back and forth, trying to decide what she would get out of this new assignment. She had just completed a mission just a few days ago, and she wanted to rest before jumping into something else, but after hearing about this certain case, she decided to think about it a little.
After much contemplation, she chose to accept the offer and disappeared from her chamber in a flame. She reappeared in another area of the Underworld. In front of her was a tall demon who called himself Krasney. He was otherwise known by his "colleagues" as the Demon of Choice. He turned around to face Lina as soon as he felt her presence draw closer.
"What?" he asked gruffly.
"Hello to you too, sexy," Lina said seductively as she inched ever so close to him. He was a Mage, one able to change shapes at will. In his human form he appeared to be in his early thirties with long black hair and a rather husky physique, topped off with an overall dark demeanor. In his demon form, however, he was very grotesque in appearance. Three horns lay on top of his head, while spikes covered his entire back, which was an ashy gray color. The ends of his fingers sported short, but razor sharp talons. His mouth was full of jagged and pointed daggers for teeth.
"What do you want, woman?" Krasney said, neglecting to look at her. "Why do you bother me?"
"I have a job for you," she answered with a smile. "It's one with a great reward."
"What kind of reward?" he asked.
"It's a surprise," she whispered in his ear as she crept around his figure. "It involves the Complete."
"The Complete?" he asked, pushing her away from him. "Not even the Council has been able to kill those witches. What makes you think that I can do any better?"
"Because you'll have me working with you," Lina answered. "I have a plan, and I need your help to carry it out. Do as I say, and you won't get so much as a scratch on your handsome face..."
About a week and a half had passed since Wesley's meeting with Dean Moon, as well as his encounter with Matthew and Jimmy. Since that time, Wesley had been staying with a friend, who lived in an apartment complex just off campus, named Jason. He had taken most of his things out of the dorm room he had previously shared with Matthew. In fact, it seemed that things were going pretty well for him; although Oxford College was very small (there were only about 600 students in total), he had managed to not see James or Matthew for ten whole days. He ignored their calls and wanted nothing more to do with either of them.
Meanwhile, James and Matthew had been trying their best to find Wesley and get him to come back. However, they never seemed to be able to find him walking among the small crowds of students around the campus. Neither of them knew where he was living, but they knew that he needed to be found as quickly as possible because they were constantly being attacked by demons and warlocks. Fortunately, though, they were able to fight them off without Wesley.
"Where the hell is he?" James asked irately as he wiped a dark orange liquid from his face. "This is the eighth demon this week and they just keep getting messier. It's not fair for us to be doing all the dirty work while he's off somewhere being...clean!"
"Calm down," Matthew said, taking off his now heavily stained jacket. "Things will get better. We just need to focus on what's happening now."
"You said that a week and a half ago," James complained. "We're still where we were then now! I'm tired of playing games. How can we make progress when we can't even find him?"
"He's coming back," Matthew insisted, but James only gave him a cold stare.
"Matt," he said, "he's moved all his stuff out of your room. I think that's a sign that he doesn't want to come back."
"Well then," Matthew asked, "what do you suggest?"
"Will you please tell me what the hell is going on with y'all?" Jason asked as Wesley walked in the door. "I feel like you're only telling me parts, but I want to know the whole story. We've been friends long enough for you to be able to tell me why you don't like Matt and Jimmy."
"Can you keep a secret?" Wesley asked Jason.
"Of course not," Jason replied, laughing.
Jason and Wesley had been friends since high school. They met each other running track and had since become good friends. Now they were both attending Oxford College as freshmen, but Jason had been lucky enough to get off campus housing. Wesley, on the other hand, was too lazy to apply and now he was regretting that laziness. Nevertheless, he and Jason completely trusted each other. He regarded Jason as more of a brother than he did Matthew or James at this point in his life.
"I'm not kidding around," Wesley said. "It's kind of a big secret."
"What's it about?" Jason asked.
"Me," Wesley answered. "Actually, it's about me, Matt, and Jimmy."
"The other guys that you hate?" Jason asked to make sure he was on the same track. "Didn't you already tell me why you moved out of there?"
"Kinda," Wesley said, looking at the ground. "I left something out, though. The thing is...when I met them...I sort of turned into a...you know, a witch."
"Halloween is a few days away," Jason said. "Is this some kind of publicity stunt?"
"Seriously," Wesley said, relieved that he had finally been able to tell somebody this secret. "Not only are the three of us witches, but, and you won't even believe this one, brothers."
"Proof?" Jason asked simply.
Wesley grabbed the nearest object next to him, the remote control, and threw it into the air as Jason looked on. With a quick flick of his hands, Wesley froze the remote control in midair, leaving Jason's mouth wide open. He looked at Jason and gave him an "I told you" look before grabbing the remote out of the air.
"How did you?" was all Jason managed to get out.
"I told you," Wesley repeated. "I'm a witch. That's my power. I freeze things. It's like stopping time. Jimmy can move things with his mind and Matt does this weird thing where he can move through things. Together, we're apparently the Complete, the three most powerful brother witches the world will ever know, destined to save the world, yada yada yada, blah blah blah..."
"Maybe I should sit down," Jason said.
"You already are," Wesley replied. "So that's my story that you so desperately wanted to know. Happy?"
Wesley seems to be pretty good at dropping those bombs, doesn't he? Well, let's see what's gonna get dropped on y'all in the next chapter: Krasney makes a move and Lina attacks...draw your own conclusions for now!