This is the last chapter, the heart-pounding conclusion to this episode, and I'm really excited about topping that 30 review mark! It's like winning a low-level award, but you gotta start somewhere!

Quillsandbolts: Thanx a lot for the ideas…again! And yeah, 29 is a horrible number overall. People wanna be 29 forever, it takes 29 people to screw in a lightbulb, you get 29 reviews…it's endless…

Bryan stood up and without hesitation, fired his gun at Wesley. Wesley threw up his hands in panic. Everything was silent. He opened his eyes. Rich and Mike were standing a few feet away, frozen in place. He saw Bryan standing over John, unmoving as well. He took a step forward and saw the bullet, suspended in the air just inches from his face. He snatched it out of the air and quickly dropped it; it was burning hot to the touch.

"What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" he asked out loud. His brothers had been shot, the other guy who he didn't know was out cold, and three giant ex-convicts were trying to kill him.

He ran to Matthew, who seemed to be the least hurt, and tried to get him up. Matthew groaned in pain as Wesley helped him up. He held his hand to his shoulder, where he had been shot.

"Jimmy," Matthew said weakly, motioning in James' direction. "Don't worry about me. Just a shoulder wound."

Wesley ran to James' side. A pool of blood had oozed out of his stomach and his face was starting to become pale. Wesley shook James, trying to wake him up, but he didn't move. Wesley felt his hand and checked for a pulse. Thankfully, there was one, but it was very faint. Suddenly, he heard Bryan's voice. They had unfrozen and Bryan was within reaching distance of Wesley. Wesley gasped and shot his hand out, freezing the three of them again. He waved his hand menacingly at Bryan, as if he was going to do something, but he just looked back at James.

Matthew made his way to John and brought him to by shaking his head. John looked around and saw the dire situation. He slowly stood to his feet, rubbing his head, and stumbled over to James. He held his hands over James' stomach and a white glow emanated from them. The whiteness engulfed James' wound and soon, all of the blood had disappeared as the color returned to his face. James shot up, taking extremely short breaths. John turned to Matthew and healed his shoulder. Matthew took a long breath, now relieved of the intense pain. He never wanted to be shot again.

"Not that I'm not happy you're here," Wesley said to John, "but who the hell are you?"

"I'm your…" John began hesitantly as if he had been waiting forever to tell him.

"He's our Guardian," James said quickly. "Long story."

"Get over here," Matthew said. James, Wesley, and John joined him, away from Bryan, Rich, and Mike. "What are we gonna do with them?"

"I'll take care of it," John said. "I have some friends in the force back in Atlanta."

"Are you okay?" Matthew asked. "You look pretty beaten up."

"Better than being shot," John remarked.

"Funny in times of danger," Wesley commented. "I like that. But before we get out of here…"

Wesley walked up to Bryan, who was still frozen. He rubbed his hands and wound his right fist back. He threw it forward as hard as he could, connecting with Bryan's jaw. Bryan fell to the ground, breaking out of the freeze, grabbing his mouth. Wesley continued to Mike. Although he liked Mike more than the other two, he was still one of the bad guys. Wesley mouthed "sorry" to the still-frozen Mike and threw his left fist into Mike's stomach, breaking his freeze and causing him to double over to the ground. Finally, he turned to Rich. He hated Rich the most, with a passion. Even though Rich virtually towered over him, he wasn't afraid anymore. He rounded back and let his right fist loose at Rich's face, smashing into and breaking his nose. He followed that with a quick left that sent Rich tumbling to the ground, holding his nose in pain. He silently walked back to his brothers, who didn't say a word.

"I need some ice," he whispered as he leaned into Matthew's shoulder. "Get me some ice!"

"I remember my first punch," James said, reminiscing.

"I can't believe I missed three days of school on account of them," Wesley complained as Matthew unlocked their dorm room door. "I can do that on my own!"

"I guess we learned a lesson," Matthew said, opening the door and walking in. "And you got your ice."

"A lesson?" Wesley asked. "I think there were at least fifty thrown up in the…what…the…hell…is…this?"

"Hey," James said, walking into Wesley and Matthew's room. "Matt, do you realize that I'm finding things that I lost ten years ago? You better figure out a way to undo this."

"What did you do, Matt?" Wesley asked, now amused because he wasn't the one in trouble.

"There was a Lost and Found spell I used to find the bomb," Matthew explained. "It sort of…backfired."

"Really?" Wesley asked, laughing loudly. "You better fix this or else we'll be having garage sales every weekend throughout our entire college careers!"

"He's right," James agreed. "I can't even walk two feet into my room because of all the stuff."

"Fine," Matthew said, embarrassed and annoyed that his spell had backfired. "Let's finish this over pizza. My treat."

"Damn skippy it's your treat," Wesley said as Stephanie walked down the hall. "Oh, shit!"

"Shit is correct for one thousand points!" Stephanie responded. "You stood me up at Lil's! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Only that," Wesley began uneasily, "something came up at the last minute."

"Your brother was right about you," she said angrily. "I'm sick of all of the lies, Wesley. It's…"

Her words were abruptly cut off when Wesley threw his hands up, freezing her. He turned to James, giving him a death stare. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Neither James nor Matthew said a word. Wesley, in an upsetting twist of events, was at a loss for words. He only rolled his eyes and unfroze Stephanie.

"…over between us," Stephanie continued, unaware that she had even been frozen.

"You're right," Wesley replied, after waiting for a few seconds. "You deserve better."

"Thank you," she said, folding her arms. "When you decide to grow up and mature a little more, maybe we'll talk then. Goodbye."

"Bye," Wesley said. Stephanie turned on her heels and walked away.

Wesley just stood there. He had lost his girlfriend because of James. Although he wasn't exactly innocent, either, he still felt that losing Stephanie was entirely his brother's fault. He walked back into his room, leaving Matthew and James outside, but before he closed the door, he turned back one last time and looked at James with a mean, almost evil look. He focused all of his emotion into his right hand and punched James in the stomach. It wasn't a hard punch, but he thought that it got the message across much better than anything he could say at the time. Matthew quickly caught James as he fell back and Wesley shut the door behind him.

"Now we're even," he said, his voice muffled through the door.

And that's the end! If y'all want, I'll throw on an epilogue-type thing that will try and clear up any confusion up to this point…! Thanx to everyone who's read this story, and even bigger thanx to those who reviewed! And even BIGGER thanx to Raya, chyp, and Quillsandbolts for stayin' true! Because of y'all, I hit 30! Oh yeah, and be looking for number 6 sometime soon!