Alright, folks! I'm back in the game known as writing stories! I still have relapses of writers' block, but I'll deal with it when it comes again, which it will, since it always does! Meanwhile, feel free to read this first chapter of the sixth episode of the first season of my "Complete" series! Only one more left before the season finale! How great is that? I'm excited, to say the least!
It had been about three months since the Complete had dealt with Bryan, Rich, and Mike, who had tried to capitalize on Wesley's power to rob banks. John, the brothers' overly mysterious Guardian, followed through on his word and made sure that the three once-ex-cons were now back in jail for quite a while. In the three months since that whole ordeal, Wesley had become more curious than ever to find out about his true parentage. He knew that Lauren was his mother, as well as James and Matthew's, but who was his father?
John had been on the top (middle and bottom as well) of his suspect list. He fit the description perfectly; he was also African-American, he resembled Wesley a bit, the two of them thought the same and even had similar personalities, but what had come to be the most important clue was the fact that Wesley and John both had the ability to disappear and reappear in the exact same way.
"It's really strange," Wesley said. "How can I have a power that I don't even know about? Plus, what good is it if I don't even know when it kicks in? Plus, how is the John guy not my father? This is doin' no good for my self-esteem."
"It's all a mystery to us," Matthew said, "but remember what Mom said? She said that you'll find out everything in time."
"We don't know what to say about that whole disappearing act, though," James chimed in.
"Are you sure you saw it?" Wesley asked, for the billionth time.
"Don't start this thing again!" Matthew said. "We talked about this when the Fort Knox thing was over, every day after that, even during Spring Break. And if it wasn't that, it was about the whole you-Jimmy-Stephanie thing. You hit him, you should've moved on."
"I did," Wesley said, "but he didn't."
"I was just supposed to let you hit me and get away with it?" James asked.
"Yes," Wesley said. "Must you always be in charge? Always?"
"Not always," James said. "Just most of the time."
"When did your head get so big?" Wesley asked, pulling out a chart from his drawer. "Let's see…your ego started swelling about here, when we had our first demon. If you follow this chart, Jimmy, you can see that your ego is growing at an alarming exponential rate."
"I can't believe you drew that," Matthew said, "but you know, I think it's pretty accurate."
"What?" James asked.
"I mean," Matthew said, "you two need to calm down. The year's over in a few weeks and you two have been at each other's throats the entire time. It doesn't make any sense. Jimmy, between your belief that homeboy is always 'undermining your authority,' which is complete garbage by the way, and homeboy's constant accusations of you being the cause of his breakup, I don't wanna deal with it anymore."
"It's not…" James said briefly.
"And," Matthew interjected loudly, "if it's not any of that, the whole Lina thing is getting thrown in the air every now and then. Jimmy, you're twenty years old. Grow up. Homeboy, you're…almost eighteen. Act the part."
Matthew left the room, leaving Wesley and James there, sitting in chairs. They only looked at each other, not confused, but not knowing how to respond to Matthew's lecture. They had to admit, Matthew was right. Their bickering had escalated constantly over the year to the point where it was almost unbearable to be around. Matthew, being the middle sibling, had been put in that more than awkward position to mediate more times than he preferred.
"You think he was serious?" Wesley asked.
"Probably just had a bad day," James said. "We don't argue all the time, do we?"
"Well," Wesley said, thinking, "sometimes…there were a couple days when…I can't…yeah, we do. But it doesn't get in the way of witch stuff, so no harm, no foul."
"So you think it's normal for us to argue, then?" James asked.
"No," Wesley replied, "but that's just the way we work. Think about it. You always want to be in control, right?"
"Okay," James said.
"And I don't like to be controlled, right?" Wesley asked.
"Okay," James replied, waiting for Wesley to get to the point.
"Do you really not see where I'm going with this?" Wesley asked. He was answered by a blank stare from James. "Conflict, Jimmy, conflict."
In another realm of existence, the five beings known collectively as the Council, sat around their pentagram-shaped table, devising ways to get rid of the Complete. It had been foretold hundreds of years ago that when the Complete came into their powers, they would have the ability to defeat all evil in the world, which ultimately meant the end of the Council. They had tried to stop the three brother witches from even meeting, but they still had proven themselves to be formidable opponents.
They had missed the Convergence, a particular event that would lead to a series of events, which in turn would end in one major event. By coming together eight months ago to become the Complete, James, Matthew, and Wesley had begun the Convergence. The Council had decided to keep low profiles for quite a while, devising scheme after scheme that would stop the Complete. However, all of those plans had flaws that would surely bring failure. Now, though, they had come up with a plan that was sure to protect them from the Prophecy.
"It is still risky," Ardad, one of the Council members, protested.
"It is a risk that we are all willing to take," Andras urged.
"Releasing one of his kind will surely bring disastrous results," Ardad said.
"You exaggerate," Tenebrion said. "Their power is great, but it is not enough to pose any threat to us."
"He is right," Mastiphal added. "They are only a threat to those who they target."
"But they are unpredictable," Ardad said.
"Which makes them more useful to us," Anamalech claimed. "Their spontaneity will keep the witches confused long enough to destroy them."
Against Ardad's better judgment, the five members of the Council summoned a being called Invision, the subject of their most recent discussion. Invision was neither a demon nor a warlock. He was not a vampire or any other conventional evil entity. He was among a very rare breed known as Fallen Angels. Fallen Angels, not to be confused with Archangels, were once mortals who had died and become Guardians long ago. However, as Guardians, who were supposed to be beings of pure light and goodness, they somehow became corrupted and malignant to the point where they eventually rebelled and turned evil. Fallen Angels, being a rare breed, had the ability to manipulate intangible qualities about people, such as good will or luck. Each Fallen Angel possessed a unique type of this power. They all had the ability to deflect the powers of good witches, mainly because they had managed to purge the goodness from their own selves.
Invision appeared in a black mist. He was perhaps six feet in height, with skin the color of storm clouds. His eyes were a shade of gray that was deeper than the color of his skin. Attached to his back were two majestic wings, both an ashen off-white color, made of what looked to be feathers but probably were not. He bowed slightly to the Council, just enough to acknowledge their presence.
"We have a job for you," Mastiphal said.
"What is it?" Invision asked, sounding generally uninterested.
"Destroying the Complete," Andras answered. "Do not fail."
"Why should I help you?" Invision asked boldly. "We aren't exactly accepted by your kind either."
"Let's just say," Anamalech said, "that this is a temporary truce between us. Succeed, and we will no longer have any problems."
"These 'Complete,'" Invision asked, "who exactly are they?"
"You do not know of the Prophecy?" Ardad asked.
"My friends and I have better things to do," Invision said. "But I'll do as you ask."
Invision disappeared in a black mist, leaving the Council. Far away, though, unseen and unheard, Lina sat on the ground, listening in on their conversation. She heard all about Invision and his agreement to destroy the Complete. She knew all about Fallen Angels, of course. She knew that they could not be trusted by anyone but their own. She knew of their special powers. She also knew that Invision might possibly be the one who could destroy the Complete after all. She thought long and hard before vanishing out of the area in a flame.
Okay, so the story's starting to get set up a little bit. We know that the Council is back in the game after a three story hiatus. We know that they've spent that time planning this latest scheme, but will their work pay off this time? We also know that Lina's been doing a little eavesdropping on the Council. Furthermore, we know that Matt is getting pretty sick of Wesley and Jimmy's arguing back and forth, as I'm sure we all are. I think I hit on everything, so stay tuned to the next chapter, comin' to a computer screen near you!