To the two most faithful people in the whole wide world!
Raya: Yeah, I needed some comedy relief in my life right around the time I wrote that chapter, so there you go! And yeah, Jimmy finally found out about Lina. It's about time, too! He's so ignorant and belligerent that he's resisting me trying to make him even a little apologetic…
chyp: I'm glad you liked the chapter, as always. About your Book, I'm assuming it's like a Book of Shadows or something, right? You can just about name it anything. I think a lot of people use Book of Light. Depending on who your characters are, just get a thesaurus and look for nice sounding words. I'm not much help when it comes to creativity, so that's the best I can do for now…sorry…
Matthew had written quite a lot in the small time that he had been writing. He looked at everything that he had scribbled down. Now, all he had to do was try and put the pieces together. So far, he had only written down his observations over the past week, anything related to his and his brothers' bad luck, whether or not it seemed supernatural. There was a connection somewhere underneath all that writing, but he hadn't found it yet.
It would have to wait, though. Invision reappeared behind Matthew in a black mist. He immediately flapped his wings and the force of the wind blew Matthew, still in the chair, across the room. He crashed onto his bed with the chair on top of him.
"Did I scare you?" Invision asked.
"Why are you doing this?" Matthew asked, standing up.
"Because I thought it would be fun," Invision replied. "I like a challenge, but you're, I'm afraid, not."
"Think so?" Matthew asked.
Matthew gestured with his hands, hoping that he would freeze the Fallen Angel. Fortunately, it worked. Unfortunately, Invision's red shield flashed and deflected the attack, the impact knocking Matthew against his desk.
"New power?" Invision asked, smiling.
"Shut up!" Matthew said, jumping back to his feet. It took a little time to regain his balance, though, since he still was having problems keeping himself up.
He flicked his hands again, but this time he disappeared in a bunch of blue lights. Meanwhile, James and Wesley had made their way across the hall to Wesley's room. They crawled under the door and were just in time to see Matthew disappear. They looked up and saw Invision, who appeared to be winning the battle. This guy was relentless, they both thought.
"Wesley," James said, "you have to try and throw him. He's not expecting us!"
"Are you kidding?" Wesley asked. "I don't know how much damage I can do at two inches."
"Try," James urged.
Wesley aimed carefully at Invision, who seemed to be about a hundred or so feet tall. He waved his hand in Invision's general direction, hoping for a large effect. One of his wings ruffled, which he didn't even notice. Wesley turned back to his brother.
"Um," he said, "he's way too big for my tiny magic."
"Where have I heard that before," James said.
"We have to do something or else Matt's dead," Wesley said.
"What can we do at this size?" James asked.
"Get stepped on, for one," Wesley said.
"How about a spell?" James asked.
"Now you're game for a spell?" Wesley asked. "What happened to the risk of it backfiring?"
"Look at us," James said. "We don't have a choice, unless we can get Matt's attention."
Matthew reappeared behind Invision and kicked him in the back. The Fallen Angel was thrust forward and fell onto Wesley's bed. Matthew ran to punch him again, but tripped over his shoelaces, which had come undone. He fell to the floor. Invision grabbed Matthew and tossed him against the door as if he were just a doll. Before Matthew got up, he could swear he saw two bugs jumping up and down in front of him, trying to tell him something. As he squinted, he could just barely make out that those two "bugs" were really his brothers. They weren't any bigger than a thumb.
"Jimmy?" Matthew asked in awe. "Homeboy?"
"You'll have to postpone the family reunion," Invision said, walking behind Matthew and grabbing him by the neck. "We have unfinished business."
Invision was about to do something when a flickering sphere of green light came from nowhere and struck him in the back. He let go of Matthew as he hurtled into a wall, making a small crack. Matthew looked around to find the source of the green projectile, but by the time he could, all he could see was a body disappearing in a flame. He turned back to his brothers, leaning down closer so that he could hear them.
"Don't expect an explanation," Wesley said gruffly. "We need to get out of here."
"Thank God we found you in time," James said.
"Talking later," Matthew said, roughly grabbing both his brothers in one hand. "Running now."
"You did this?" James asked, pointing to Matthew from the dashboard of Matthew's car. "I can't believe that. I'd expect something like this from Wesley."
"Hey!" Wesley called out. "Don't forget who you're yelling at! Matt, not me!"
"Look," Matthew said, "I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I was just sick of the two of you fighting, so I thought I'd try out a spell. It's not like I planned it this way."
"We have to get back to our normal sizes," James said. "And I need to get my own powers back. These powers are useless to me."
"Thanks again, Jimmy," Matthew said.
"You really should try and be a little more sensitive," Wesley said to James.
"You be the sensitive one," James said. "I'm sitting on the dashboard of a car because I'm two inches tall. I have a power that does nothing for me. And, my luck couldn't get any worse. I think that gives me the right to not be sensitive!"
"No, it doesn't," Wesley said. "I'm in the same boat you are, but you don't see me running around and yelling at people like it's gonna help."
"You obviously don't understand the trouble we're in," James said.
"Please!" Wesley replied comically. "Remember who you're talking to, here. Me, Mister Trouble himself."
"Hence," Matthew cut in, "the reason I said the spell. And I'm not gonna reverse it until the two of you can learn to coexist with each other a little more peacefully."
"You can't do that," Wesley said. "That's blackmail!"
"Either blackmail," Matthew warned, "or my fist. I don't think you want that, especially now."
No, sir! Look at Matt tryin' to get crunk all of a sudden! But the question is, will that power go to his head, or will he remain the rational one? Only time will tell…