Gotta thank my people!

Raya: I agree…that's all I'll say about it. And how about this: thank…GOD…you finally updated on that story! I'm talkin' 'bout three months later here…

Wesley walked inside. He was right; there were both James and Matthew, sitting on the floor. They had changed clothes, but there were still remnants of the trap on their faces. He tried to think about Lina completely just to keep himself from laughing, but nothing worked. He burst into laughter as he shut the door. For a few minutes, every time he tried to stop laughing, he only laughed harder. His brothers, on the other hand, did not seem to be amused.

"Y'all missed a spot," Wesley said, pointing to his brothers' faces. He had finally stopped laughing.

"You know you're dead, right?" James asked.

"You made a complete mess of everything!" Matthew added.

"No, I didn't!" Wesley said, pointing around. "I put newspaper all over the floor so that it wouldn't get dirty. I thought of everything, which is the reason that I am the Prince of Jokes."

"Why not King?" Matthew asked dryly.

"Who ever heard of a seventeen year old King?" Wesley asked. "Anyway, we can talk about this later. There's something else."

"What could possibly be more important than what's about to happen now?" James asked, standing up.

"I'm serious now," Wesley said, trying to sound more serious, but he couldn't help smiling at the sight of James and Matthew. "It's something I saw on the Quad."

"What?" Matthew asked, also standing up. He and James were advancing on Wesley.

"I saw this…thing," Wesley said. "It had this weird grayish skin and big ol' wings on its back."

"Is this part of another joke?" James asked. He and Matthew now had Wesley backed against the door. "I think I'm all joked out."

"Back up, people!" Wesley said. "I'm not playing around here. Why else would I come back here now? This thing was, and y'all won't believe this, talking to that chick Lina. Then it just up and flew away, you know, because it had wings."

"Not the Lina crap again!" James said dismissingly. "Move on."

"I can't believe you don't trust me," Wesley said. "I would bet my life that your girl Lina is as evil as the day is long."

"I'm tired of defending her against you," James said. "Maybe I'll just have to beat it out of you instead."

"Hold up!" Wesley said, grabbing James' arm. "This is not the time for any of this. Y'all have to believe me!"

"After what you just did?" Matthew asked. "It's a little hard to do that now."

"Can't y'all take a joke?" Wesley asked. "If it had been me covered in stuff, I know y'all would still be on the floor laughing."

"Maybe," Matthew said, "but you weren't. We were. And I have to side with Jimmy on this one. You really need to get over the whole Lina thing. We all know that there's nothing wrong with her."

"Oh yeah?" Wesley asked. It was becoming gradually harder for him to keep James' arm constrained.

"You think you can hold me back?" James asked, inflating himself to look bigger than he really was. "Take your best shot."

"C'mon, Jimmy," Wesley said, now afraid. "Don't take the coward's way out."

James quickly broke free of Wesley's hold and reared back to hit him. Just before he connected with Wesley's stomach, though, Wesley had disappeared in a shower of blue lights. James' hand went through the lights and he ended up hitting the door. As he reeled back, rubbing his hand, Wesley reappeared in the same spot. Of course, he had been oblivious to the fact that it had happened, but now he knew that it had, although he had no idea how or why. He saw James rubbing his hand and put the pieces together. He ran to hide behind Matthew, but Matthew only stepped back.

"Don't put me in the middle of this one," Matthew said. "This is something the two of you will have to work out."

"Not fair!" James said. "You can't do that every time I go to hit you!"

"Well," Wesley said, "do something about it!"

"Why don't I do something about it?" a voice said from behind them.

They all turned around to see a guy with very gray skin and eerie gray eyes. He fit Wesley's description perfectly; he had the gray skin as well as the wings. The brothers' attention switched quickly to him. He only stood there, though, with his arms folded.

"Who are you?" James asked.

"Invision," he replied simply.

"Well it doesn't really matter who you are," James said, "because we're sending you back to where you came from."

James waved his hand, intending to throw Invision through the window, but Invision only gave James a mean stare. Before anything could happen to Invision, a faint red light flashed around him. James was suddenly thrown against the door, smashing into Wesley. The two of them fell onto the floor.

"Get off me you fool!" Wesley said, pushing his brother away from him.

Matthew was about to act, but Invision was ready for him. With a swift flap of his wings, the force sent Matthew tumbling toward his brothers. Soon, the three of them were piled on top of each other. Invision smirked as he waited for them to make the next move.

"Blow this!" Wesley said as he stood up.

He flicked his hands, tapping into his power to stop time. However, the same red light flashed and Wesley found himself slung against the door again. He slowly slunk down to the ground as Invision casually approached the three of them.

"I was told that you would be more of a challenge," Invision said.

"You just got lucky," James said from the bottom of the dog pile.

"Maybe," Invision responded, "but I'm afraid that your luck has run out."

Invision raised his hands and three black spheres appeared from nowhere in particular. He threw them at his victims. Each of the three spheres of black energy entered one of the brothers. Their bodies flashed black for a brief moment, then everything went back to normal. They felt slightly dizzy, but otherwise everything was fine. Before James could make another move, Invision flapped his wings once more and disappeared in a black mist.

"I told y'all!" Wesley said, helping himself up. "I told y'all that there was a gray something with wings outside earlier!"

"Well," Matthew said, "whatever it is, we better find out what it was doing here."

The tension's mountin' up between Wesley and his brothers…I guess that they're just sick of hearing about Lina…but hey, Invision attacked them! What were those mysterious black balls of whatever?