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Chapter 4: The Escape??

"Welcome Chris" Wyatt had said simply and inexpressively. However for Chris, Wyatt's words had a depth of meaning which went beyond words. He felt bitter chagrin at being tricked but it was his anger that surfaced the most.

"Let me out" he demanded fiercely.

Wyatt shook his head, smiling. "But I thought you came over here to see me." He replied, mockingly

"You tricked me into coming here." Chris spat, "You couldn't get me on your side, so you attacked my friends and sent probes after me to lead me here? I don't believe you. When will you get it into your head that I will never join you? Not ever."

Wyatt walked over to Chris, studying his younger brother's face in the light from the window. Chris looked angry, yes, but Wyatt could sense under this conflicting emotions. Chris hated Wyatt, but he also loved him.

"Why don't you just give this charade up?" asked Wyatt gently. "Chris, you're my brother. We're meant to fight together, not against each other. I know I tricked you into coming here but is it such a crime to want my brother beside me?"

"When you want me to murder innocent people for you, then yes, it is" replied Chris hotly. "You don't care who you hurt as long as you gain from it. Everything has to be all about you, doesn't it Wyatt? You want something and the only way you can get it if is you can get me on your side. Well, I'm not gonna help you." He paused for a breath, allowing Wyatt to step in.

"You're starting to sound like a broken record, Chris" Wyatt interrupted dangerously. "You overestimate your importance. I'm not going to deny that I am trying to help you see the truth, but if you won't fight for me then I'm quite happy to settle for keeping you here, so you can't fight against me."

"You can't keep me here." Chris said defiantly, although he knew that if Wyatt wanted to keep him here then there was nothing he could do about it. Wyatt was the twice blessed child and he was immensely powerful. Not that Chris wasn't powerful, because he was, but not as powerful as Wyatt; something Wyatt used to enjoy pointing out when they were younger.

Wyatt smiled knowingly. "Of course I can" he replied, knowing that his attitude would annoy Chris, "And I will, if you make me." He paused briefly. "I'm gonna ask you again, Chris" he continued, "join me."

"You know me better than that" answered Chris steadily.

"Fine." said Wyatt decisively, "I wouldn't try orbing out if I was you and the windows and doors are magically blocked too. Only I can enter and exit. If you get hungry there's food in the fridge. Think about what I'm trying to tell you and I will be back in a few hours." He orbed out.

Chris tried to grab Wyatt's orbs to stop him but Wyatt was already gone. "You can't just leave me here!" he yelled after Wyatt, but there was no answer. "Damn you!" he exploded kicking at a table beside him, which collapsed under the force of Chris's kick. He turned to look at the door but knew that even if Wyatt hadn't magically blocked it there would be demons standing guard, a lot of demons, considering this was Wyatt's headquarters as well as where he lived.

'The window?' he mused. Maybe. If he could get through it he could perhaps levitate onto the roof and get away from there. He walked over to the table in the centre of the room and picked up a stone paperweight off it. He threw the paperweight at the window but there was a sound like an explosion and it bounced back. He wondered what spell Wyatt had used to block it and decided to see if casting another spell would unblock the window. It was worth a try.

"Ummm." He though quickly. He might need something of Wyatt's to make it work. 'but maybe...' he thought 'my blood would work.' He remembered the athame in his pocket and pulled it out. He held it poised over his hand for a moment, 'I hope this works' he thought and made a small cut on his hand.

"What Blood Of Mine Has Cast
Let It Now be Past
Guiding Spirits Hear My Plea
Annul This Magic Let It Be."

He stretched out the athame to let his blood touch the magical shield. There was a hissing sound and theshield appeared to be sucked into the athame. At any rate it seemed to be gone. He cautiously reached out to touch the window and breathed a sigh of relief as his fingers touched the cool pane. He slammed the window up and looked up and down. There was nobody in sight, but he was looking in the wrong direction.

From behind him he heard Wyatt's voice "Congratulations Chris. I'm proud of you managing to undo my spell."

"I don't need your pride." Chris snarled bitterly, motionlessly looking out the window. 'It could still work' he thought, 'If I can let Wyatt think he's won'

"But you need a babysitter by the look of it." sneered Wyatt, "What were you planning on doing? Jumping out of the window?"

"Actually, yes" replied Chris. He took a deep breath closed his eyes for a moment and prayed that this would work. He felt Wyatt's confusion suddenly clarify and quickly jumped out of the window before Wyatt could stop him. He felt himself falling and panic took hold of him but he managed to calm himself down and felt himself levitating upwards.

As he landed on the roof he heard Wyatt's roar of frustration. 'Where do I go from here?' he thought desperately, looking around him.