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Chapter 17: Glimmering Of An Idea

Wyatt and Darryl materialised in Wyatt's penthouse. Chris was slumped dejectedly on the sofa but at their return jumped up.

"Are you okay?" he asked Darryl.

Darryl nodded silently. 'For now at least' he thought bitterly.

"So…" demanded Wyatt to Darryl, "What were you doing?"

"Well…" began Darryl desperately trying to think of a plausible excuse.

"Don't mess me about." warned Wyatt ominously, "I asked you; what were you doing?"

Darryl decided that telling Wyatt some of the truth was probably the best option. He had learned by being a police officer that a little bit of the truth made lies more believable. He only hoped that Wyatt would believe him now. "I was trying to find Chris." he replied.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows inviting Darryl to carry on.

"I thought that if I was blocked from any sensing Chris would be able to hear me calling for him."

Wyatt laughed disdainfully. "Please." he snorted, "I think that there's a little more protection that that here. Only my magic can enter or leave here."

"And the Oracle's could." muttered Chris.

Wyatt glared at Chris while Darryl looked puzzled, "Who's the Oracle?" he enquired.

"She's why Wyatt brought me here, cause of the prophecy she had that said that I could…"

Chris broke off as Wyatt made a fist, cutting off Chris's air supply. 'Wyatt looks angry' thought Chris gasping for breath, 'he doesn't want Darryl to know that I can vanquish him - well, if I can get my powers back I can."

"Well…" concluded Wyatt, "I would leave you here to talk but I see that you would probably brainstorm ideas on how to escape, so now that you've both seen that each other is ok, are you both happy now?"

"No." replied Darryl slightly nervously, hoping that he wouldn't anger Wyatt. "You can't keep Chris here against his will; he's your brother for God's sake. And anyway he escaped before, so why don't you just let him go?"

"Yes, actually I can keep him here." smirked Wyatt, "Because I bound his powers so he can't escape."

'Wyatt bound Chris's powers?' thought Darryl, 'oh that's not gonna make rescuing him any easier.'

"And before you get any ideas," continued Wyatt, "I'm the only person who can unbind them. See it's my blood tie to Chris that bound them, so it's only my blood tie to Chris that can unbind them."

Darryl accepted this but inside a glimmering of an idea was beginning to form - if he could get out of here.

"Am I free to go?" he asked, "Or are you going to keep me here?"

"No, you can go." replied Wyatt, "I'll summon a demon to show you out."

Darryl walked over to Chris and touched him on the shoulder. "It'll be alright." he murmured. At Wyatt impatient sigh, he turned to go. As much as he hated it he had to leave Chris with Wyatt, but he hoped that next time he wouldn't have to.

After Darryl had gone, Chris turned his attention back to the TV, studiously ignoring Wyatt. Wyatt went to leave also but turned around at the door.

"The rest of the meeting will be postponed until tomorrow. I'll expect you to be there."

Chris made no acknowledgement of this. Wyatt sighed and walked out the door, closing it behind him.