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or their characters. However I do
own the story, idea, and all O.Cs
Prologue
Future
2027
A girl stood in a spacious room. Her eyes were covered in a thick haze. A man stood in front of her tapping his foot impatiently. Her eyes shifted into a clear deep blue. "Damn," she whispered to herself in awe.
"What did you see?" he demanded.
"That you don't have leverage over me!" she spat.
"What does that mean?"
"He's dead. He died trying to protect you from getting killed! So there you go, you've finally killed your little brother! Are you happy now?" He smiled; she shuddered. "I'm leaving."
"Where to?" He magically tried to choke her. Her shield went up. It was something she picked up from him. He wished she hadn't. Otherwise, he could've controlled or killed this nuisance already. "What about your sister or your cousin?"
"They're your cousins, too!" She reminded him.
"Loyalties get you killed!" He yelled.
"Yeah, well, they're gone, now. I've changed their memories, appearances, ages, auras, families! They're gone, Wyatt." She demonstrated this by blowing up the nearest thing in the room. It was a defenseless mirror. They were everywhere he was. She often wondered why the hell evil and vanity went together so well. The shards shattered to the floor. Her voice grew quieter. "They're gone, just like everybody else. You've destroyed us all. This," she motioned toward the space surround her, "is all your fault. And you don't even give a damn! You know why I won't kill you?"
"Because you can't?" Wyatt offered.
"No, because he wouldn't want me to." She shimmered out.
Present
2004
Instead of Spin City
Gideon, a rogue Elder, orbed into an alternate reality, then to a demonic hell. "Cole Turner?" He asked a very disheveled man.
He had steaks of grey all throughout his now lengthened hair and beard. Dark semi-circles hung below his red weary eyes. Yet, his face shadowed the handsome man he once was. His eyes still held the same leery defiance that he had had, showing that he was not yet broken. "Who's asking?
"Someone willing to get you out of here," Gideon answered cryptically.
"What if I don't want out?" Cole challenged.
"I can get you power."
"I don't want it."
"Riches?"
"What part of 'no' do you not understand?"
"What if I threatened your witch?
Cole's eyes flashed. "I don't have a witch," he answered wistfully.
"I could get her for you."
"It wouldn't really be her. Now, if you'd mind, I'm late for torture." He turned on his heel to leave.
"Look, I don't care. I can bring you back regardless of what you want." Cole stood there speechless. "Yes, I can do that, you know."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to kill a witch."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch."
"If I do this one thing once, you'll leave me alone for the rest of eternity?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
