chyp: Thanx!

Raya X: I know what 'bloody' means! I may have a distaste for the British language, but I know their vernacular… Sorry I fudged up your line!


Wesley sat miserably against a wall, cramped in the tiny cell he had been thrown into. Three days had passed since he had last seen or spoken to anyone. At the so-called "Kings'" orders, he was allowed to live for now, but with no other human contact. From that point on, Wesley had refused to think of them as his brothers. They had become tyrants, dictators, psychotic even.

His cell door remained sealed shut; the Kings figured that he might try and use his power to escape. All he could do was wait. His brothers didn't lie to him at all; they had condemned him. He didn't even know where he was. Wherever it was, it certainly wasn't inside of the house/mansion.

"Ma," he said quietly, looking upwards, "if you ever wanted to help me, I think now would be the best time to cut in."

There was a noise outside. A slot in the cell door opened and a tray was pushed through. Wesley went to examine the meal. It looked like anything but food. It was a grayish colored sludge with a hint of greenness. Wesley turned his nose up in disgust, almost dry heaving.

"My last request is gonna be a decent meal!" Wesley shouted at the guard who had pushed the food inside, who only snickered as he walked away. "Every day the same thing!"

"Are you in that much of a hurry to die?" a voice asked from behind him.


Wesley dropped the tray in surprise. He immediately froze it before it could make a noise that might draw attention to him. He quickly placed it on the ground quietly and turned to the source of the voice. Blue and white lights danced before him, forming the figure of a man. As the lights faded, there stood an African-American man, just over six feet in height. He looked to be in his mid- to late fifties, but still in good shape. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes that had a very penetrating stare.

"John," Wesley said dismissively, "I don't need to deal with you right now. You only come around when you think you can screw us over even more."

"I'm not John," the man said. "Call me Euler."

"Euler?" Wesley asked. "Like rhymes with 'ruler?'"

"Yes," Euler replied dryly. "We don't have time for jokes now. Just trust me and grab my hand."

Wesley took Euler's hand. He saw a flash of blue and white light. There was a sudden sense of acceleration and a brief moment when he felt like he was everywhere at once. His head went light; he was dizzy and the room spun around him. Euler held him in place until the sensation passed. When the dizziness had gone, Wesley looked around to see that he was in a completely different place. The grim gray walls of his cell had been replaced with another set of gray walls, but this room was much bigger than his cell.

"Glimmering again?" Wesley asked. "Can't get used to it, I guess. Now who are you? Where are we?"

"We're in a secret location," Euler explained, smiling at Wesley's look of dissatisfaction. "Don't worry, we're safe here. This place hasn't been used in a very long time. Nobody would ever find us down here."

"Down here?" Wesley repeated. "Where exactly is 'down here?'"

"I told you," Euler said, "it's a secret. That's all you need to know for now."

"Fine," Wesley said unenthusiastically. "Now, who the hell are you?"

"Me?" Euler asked. "I'm called a Guardian. Kind of like a…"

"Guardian angel for witches, I know," Wesley said, completing Euler's sentence. "So you came to save me?"

"Not exactly," Euler said. "When I found out that you were here, I knew I had to get to you before they killed you. I know that you're one of the Complete. And believe it or not, you're here to save us."

"What?" Wesley asked.

"You're the only one who can stop this," Euler said. "As one of the Complete, you have the power to go up against them. I don't mean to sound like a stalker, but all of us here in the Underground know a lot about you and your brothers."

"They're not my brothers," Wesley corrected. "Besides, everything's different here. First of all, everyone's fifteen years older. My so-called brothers are dictators and I'm supposed to be dead. I don't know what's going on."

"Is this him?" a feminine voice asked. "Is this your…"

"Friend," Euler said rather quickly. "Wesley, I want you to meet my wife, Kia. She's the co-leader of the Underground."

"Underground this, Underground that," Wesley said. "What the hell is this Underground thing that everybody keeps talking about?"

"Well," Kia explained, "after the two Kings assumed power, one of their first actions was to hunt down anybody that could pose a threat, namely witches and Guardians. Euler and I helped a lot of witches to escape, but there were some that wanted to stay and fight back. We helped them to fight."

"So you're a witch or a Guardian?" Wesley asked Kia.

"Witch," Kia answered. "I can heal people. Pretty passive, but it gets the job done."

"Right," Wesley agreed.

"So," Euler continued, "as we formed this alliance of witches and Guardians, we just called ourselves the Underground, since that's where we are, underground. With all of our powers and skills, we've been able to score hit after hit against the Kings."

"We know all about you, Wesley," Kia said. "We know more than you think. We know that you're here to stop your brothers. Even though what's happened isn't your responsibility, it is your responsibility to end this."


I'm off for the weekend, so I'ma leave y'all hangin'! Have a good one!