To the people:
Raya: Okay, I'll give you maybe 2 months between updating, but that's as low as I'll go. And yeah, I'll say that the last chapter was dedicated to you!
Instead of diverting the fire stream away from himself, his telekinetic powers seemed to attract it to them even faster. He and his brothers dove out of the way as the fire hit the wall, creating a very noticeable scorch mark. This happened two more times; each time, James tried to rebound the attack, but ended up attracting it to him. It resulted in two more scorch marks on his walls.
"What the hell is wrong with your hand?" Wesley asked.
"I don't know," James said. "You freeze him!"
"Fine," Wesley smirked. "I'll show you how it's done."
Wesley flicked his hands to freeze the warlock in time, but instead he felt a very strange feeling. He felt like he was stuck in place and couldn't do anything to stop it. He could still see what was happening, but was unable to make any move. He had frozen himself! Seconds later, he unfroze, shaking his hands off.
"I'm glad you showed me how it was done," James shot back as he dove out of the path of another stream of fire.
"What's wrong with our powers?" Wesley asked. "Matt, do something!"
"No way!" Matthew shouted back. "The way things are going, I might explode or something!"
"Face it," the warlock said, "you're helpless."
"Not yet!" Matthew cried.
Matthew grabbed a pair of scissors from James' desk drawer and threw them at the warlock. The scissors struck him in the chest fully, making him reel back in pain. He yanked the scissors from out of his chest and blood sprayed everywhere. He threw them back towards Matthew, who tried to duck out of the way, but slipped and fell on the floor. James, reacting quickly, used his power to deflect the path of the deadly scissors, but by moving them away from Matthew, he attracted them towards himself. Wesley jumped into action to save his brother from getting struck by the scissors, but all he managed to do was freeze himself again instead of freezing the scissors. They hit James in the leg, opening a moderate sized wound in his thigh. The warlock, still in pain from being stabbed in the chest, blinked out of the room, needing time to heal himself.
"Uh oh," Wesley said, "we're officially screwed. Our powers don't work anymore."
"They seem to be working in reverse," Matthew observed. "Whenever you tried to freeze something, you ended up freezing yourself. And Jimmy, instead of moving things away from him, attracted them to him. If I had to guess, I'd say that our luck is becoming dangerous if it's affecting our powers."
"Tell me about it," James said, as Wesley brought him a roll of paper towels. "If this keeps up any longer, we'll die, or they'll kill us."
"That looks like it hurts," Matthew said, looking at the huge gash in James' leg.
"Next time," James said to Matthew, "throw a pillow or something. Even an eraser."
"Anybody up for doing a spell now?" Wesley asked, pulling out the Book of Light and flipping through it.
"I guess it can't get any worse," Matthew sighed.
"You had to say it," James said.
"I can't find one in here," Wesley said. "Why isn't there a luck changing spell in here?"
"You got amnesia or something?" Matthew asked. "No one's ever fought Invision. He's not in the Book, so there's never been a need for a luck changing spell."
"So I guess that if Invision's not around, then people's luck is always good," Wesley sarcastically commented as he pulled a pencil from his pocket. "I'll make one up."
"You?" James asked.
"Yes, me," Wesley replied. "I'm competent. Watch this…"
"Disaster has run amok,
Evil doesn't give a fuck!
We need a change of luck,
So our lives will cease to suck!"
"That's a spell?" Matthew asked.
At that moment, a brilliant white light gathered around each of the brothers' heads. They were bright, swirling orbs of light. They began to circle around the three brothers, creating a halo shaped light above them. They watched in amazement as the light continued to go around and around. Finally, the circle stopped and the three lights returned. They each slammed into one of the brothers. The force of their entry knocked them back a little bit.
"Good job, homeboy," Matthew said. "Now we have something else to try and fix."
"What are you talking about?" Wesley asked. "I feel better already, like I could walk all the way across the Quad without falling or even tripping!"
"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better," James commented.
"That's part of it," Wesley answered. "How you feel is a mental thing, big brother. For example, you always feel miserable because you know you can't have the control you so desperately need. Hence, the general crappiness that you're feeling right now, with a little pessimism sprinkled in."
"Ouch," Matthew said under his breath.
"You know what I think?" James asked.
"No!" Matthew shouted. "Stop it! We've been down this road before. We have more important things to deal with, so let's get to it."
Oh dear! What else could possibly go wrong? It seems that the brothers' powers are working against them! Whatever they do, the opposite happens! It's gotta be a pain in the butt…What's next on their agenda?