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Chapter 13: Still Hope

Sunlight filtered through the glass window pane illuminating the small room. Chris sat up in the bed and groaned as the light shone into his eyes. He waved his hand meaning to use his powers to shut the curtains but he remembered what Wyatt had done.

Chris slumped back on the bed and run his hand frustratedly through his hair. He had stayed up late into the night trying to think of a way to get his powers back and what he would like to do to Wyatt. 'Well,' thought Chris as a familiar blue glow appeared, 'at least I can do one of them.'

Chris stood up as Wyatt materialised. Wyatt opened his mouth to speak but before he could get any words out Chris slammed his fist into Wyatt's face.

Wyatt staggered back, his hand to his nose, and made a slashing motion with his hand. Chris felt a blunt force hit him and he flew backwards, smashing into the wall.

As Chris lay there dazed, Wyatt strode over and pulled him to his feet, punching Chris back in the stomach. Gasping for breath, Chris raised his foot and tried to kick Wyatt in the knee. Wyatt, however, avoided this by throwing Chris across the room into a chest of drawers.

Chris pulled himself to his feet and the two brothers glared at each other from across the room.

"Enough of this." Wyatt muttered, then more loudly, "I came to see how you were doing." he continued tightly.

Chris could still see the anger in Wyatt's eyes so didn't bother to hide his. "I'm doing just great." he sneered sarcastically.

"Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll come back later." snapped Wyatt, but Chris stopped him before he could orb out.

"Wait." he forced himself to speak calmly, "I want to see Darryl."

"So you can get him to help you?" asked Wyatt pointedly, "Not gonna happen Christopher."

"No." replied Chris, desperately trying to think of a way to persuade Wyatt to let him speak to Darryl, "I want to see if he's alright, after you hurt him." Chris finished, hoping that guilt would work.

"No, guilt won't work." replied Wyatt almost amused, "But I'll think about it; oh and don't think that you can get him to help you cause I think you'd probably feel guilty if I had to kill him." On that note Wyatt orbed out before Chris could stop him.

Chris sat down heavily on the bed again. He had planned to get Darryl to help him but now he wasn't so sure. Darryl had lost so much helping his family; he didn't want Darryl to get killed.

Darryl, though, had other plans. He wasn't going to leave Chris in the hands of his brother without doing anything to help him.