Thanx for reviewing, as always. Hey Raya, bet you didn't know that I live in Texas...well, when I'm not in Japan or Atlanta. I'm from Dallas! D-Town foreva... Anyway, that's my part. Enjoy this next chapter!
Late that night, Krasney had found another witch he saw fit to torture. He stood over the young witch, who was clinging to her two children. The witch held fast to her infants, but the demon showed no emotion as a lightning bolt appeared in one of his hands.
"Now!" he bellowed. "You must choose which of your children is going to live."
"I can't," she sobbed. "I just can't. Please don't make me choose."
"Last chance," Krasney warned. "Choose who will die."
"No, I won't," she said. "I choose myself."
"You can't do that," Krasney replied with an evil smirk. A second lightning bolt appeared in his other hand. "Since you can't choose, then they will both die."
With that, the demon shot the two lightning bolts from his fingers, aimed directly at the two children. Each bolt hit its mark; soon there was nothing left of her babies for the witch to hold. She felt as if her world had just been yanked from her. She felt powerless and empty inside. A knife appeared in front of her and a voice urged her to kill herself. The voice told her that she might as well "end it" because she had nothing else to live for. It was almost like before, when the demon had convinced Melissa to kill herself. His plan never failed; the witch grabbed the knife and plunged it into her chest, relinquishing her power to Krasney.
"Now I have what I need to kill the Complete," he said as a green aura engulfed him and he disappeared.
James sat at his desk, scribbling on pieces of paper. His room was littered with dozens of paper balls he had made, trying to come up with something that would bring Wesley back to his senses. Finally, he had come up with something that he thought would do the job. He cleared a space on his desk and set a small bowl there. He memorized the spell and began to say it:
"Attention my brother lacks,
Forgetting that which is his purpose.
His mission has begun to backtrack,
So grant him some kind of focus."
He set the piece of paper on fire and dropped it into the bowl to burn. Moments later, there was nothing left in the bowl. James got up from the desk and was about to do a little homework when there was a knock on his door. He quickly checked to see if there were any traces of magic lying around before opening the door. An attractive woman was on the other side. She resembled Tomb Raider's Lara Croft, but she had darker, more mysterious features. James didn't say anything for a long while until she decided to speak first.
"James?" she asked in an innocent voice. "James Armstrong?"
"Jimmy," James corrected. "And you are?"
"I'm Lina," the woman answered. "I just transferred here from up north. I commute from Duluth, which is about 30 minutes away."
"I know where that is," James said. "I'm from Alpharetta."
"Wow!" she said. "Anyway, we're in the same History class. I sit way in the back, so you've probably never seen me, but I watch you all the time. I know this is a little bit awkward, but would you go out with me, say this Thursday?"
"You're pretty forward, huh?" James asked. "I like that."
"More than you know," Lina replied slyly, grinning.
"As much as I'd like to, Lina," James said politely, "I have other plans with my brothers. It's my youngest brother's birthday and we're trying to think of somewhere to take him. Maybe some other time?"
"Count on it," Lina said as she walked out of James' room. She closed the door behind her and immediately disappeared in a flame.
Matthew was typing his latest paper for Anthropology 120, which was due in two days; all of the supernatural activity had kept him preoccupied before, but now he had finally forced himself to sit down and write it before anything else happened. He had just finished the title, "Anthropology Paper," when the door burst open and Wesley walked in with Jason. Feeling slightly annoyed by the distraction, but glad that Wesley was the distraction, Matthew stopped typing and looked at Jason.
"Hi," he said hesitantly. "What are you doing here? I thought..."
"Never mind that," Wesley said. "We got problems. Some evil chick just appeared and tried to kill us."
"Hey!" Matthew exclaimed. "Did you forget that he..."
"He knows," Wesley said. "I told him. Oh yeah, Matt, this is Jason. We go way back. We ran track together in high school."
Before Matthew could greet Jason, he noticed Wesley glow yellow for a brief second and then return to normal. Wesley didn't seem to know that anything had happened, but Matthew suspected something.
"You just glowed," Matthew said. "Nice to meet you, Jason."
"You too," Jason said. "You did glow, Wes."
"What is wrong with y'all?" Wesley asked. "I didn't glow anything. I just need...what were we talking about?"
"Crap," Matthew said, turning to Jason. "Looks like he's under some sort of spell. Do you have anybody to stay with on campus so you'll be safe?"
"I'm sure I can find somebody," Jason said. "I hope y'all work things out. He's a good friend and all, but I think I'd rather have my apartment to myself."
"Good to know," Matthew said. "See you later, and nice meeting you."
After Jason left, Matthew helped Wesley, who was still in a state of confusion, to a chair. Wesley looked around as if he were lost and didn't recognize anything. He even looked at Matthew funny for a minute before snapping back to reality. He jumped to his feet quickly, like he had just found the solution to whatever it was that was on his mind.
I wonder what's on his mind...and what exactly did that spell do?