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Chapter 3

A few hundred demons circled around Chris.

Chris smiled darkly. "Yes… That's it… come and get me… eat me up… you know you want me…"

Chris felt as though he was in heaven. Never would he thought he would be so popular, ever, with Wyatt around. He felt as if he could control everything, from summoning dark clouds to gather and rain on one state, to summoning a few hundred different kinds of demons to kill him.

"This is so enjoyable… kill me… hehehe… if that's what he want, he'll get it…"

Chris stared evilly at the demons, and giggled.

One of the Ice Demons growl and launched a big iceball in Chris's direction. The other demons cheered when it hit Chris. Then, the cheering stopped.

Chris's body jerked forward. The iceball that hit Chris had went through his body and hit the demons behind him.

Half of the demons gaped at Chris, while the rest of them either started flaming out, or conjuring fireballs and energy balls in their hands, getting prepared for the next attack.

Chris groaned. "Damn reflex again…"

The rest of the demons began pouncing on Chris, launching their fireballs as they do that. Chris spreaded his hands and let them kill him.

Chris felt the familiar jerk again and all energy balls went through his body and hit the demons on the opposite side.

In the end, most of the demons were destroyed, the rest of them had escaped.

Chris sighed. "Damn new power…"

Chris orbed to the top of Golden Gate Bridge. It was his favourite place. Since young, he would orb up here, happy or not. Then he would talk to himself. Or summon a single saturated cloud and make it rain on him. He felt great with water.

He took a deep breathe. "Ah… this feels good."

Chris sat down, crossed-legged and frown. "Damn it… why does it have to be like this… why do I have to get a new power when I'm about to die. Damn it."

Chris sat there in comforting silence for a few hours. Before hearing someone orbed in behind him and turning around. Reflex took over and Chris wave his hands at the intruder, making him fly beyond the horizon.

Chris knitted his eyebrows. "Wyatt…?"

Wyatt crash-orbed back in. "Chris, do you have to do that almost everytime you see me?"

Chris shrugged. "Reflex."

Wyatt was disappointed, and sad. He wanted to hug his brother immediately and apologize to him, but he was scared that Chris might throw him off to some open sea again. "Reflex huh? I guess you hate me so much that whenever I got near you, you throw me off."

Chris frowned at him. "I can't help it if new powers are developing and I have no control over my familiar powers okay!"

Wyatt was surprised. "New powers huh? What new powers have you got? When did you get them? Was it… fun?"

Wyatt moved to sit beside Chris, but was thrown flying away again by Chris sudden raising of force field. He could see Chris chuckle as he crash-orbed back to the bridge again.

"Force field. Is there more?"

Chris stopped chuckling and glared at him. "Don't even try to have a conversation with me. We'll end up fighting anyway. How did you know I was here anyway?"

Wyatt felt a stab at his heart.

"Look Chris, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was angry at that time. I really am sorry. Forgive me. Please Chris."

Chris didn't look at him anymore. "I said, how did you know I was here?"

Wyatt was saddened further by Chris's sudden coldness. Wyatt blinked away the tears that was threatening to fall. He did not want Chris to see him weak.

"I didn't. Dad said you always come here, so I came here. I wanted to feel what you feel when you're here."

Wyatt moved cautiously nearer to Chris. He didn't want to get hit by any of Chris's uncontrollable powers.

"You will never feel how I feel. You told me to die. I tried so hard. Everytime I wanted to kill myself, something happens. AND DAMN IT! IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! I could have die so much earlier if you hadn't healed me that time! I wouldn't be in the pain you caused me now!!! I summoned so many demons to kill me but I killed them in return!! It was no use!! It's all your fault! Damn you Wyatt!!"

Chris, with tears in his eyes, got up and pounced on Wyatt, giving him punch after punch after punch.

Wyatt didn't move, he let Chris vent his anger on him.

Wyatt wanted to.

Wyatt felt like he owed Chris.

After a while, the punches slowed, then stopped. Wyatt felt wetness seeping through his shirt. Chris was on top of Wyatt crying on his shoulders.

It pained Wyatt to see Chris in such a state. He wrapped his strong arms around Chris's slender body.

"I'm sorry…I do love you, you know."

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