Hi, everybody! It's me, Dr. Magic. It's been a long time, huh? Well, hopefully I'm back on the task of writing stories. I had a nice break, though. I went to China for a couple of weeks with some friends. Almost died in a car accident there, but God was on my side and we all walked away with minor cuts and injuries. But enough about me! It's the second season of my 'Complete' series! How exciting is that! For a while I thought I was gonna quit after the first season was over, but I couldn't do that to y'all! Hopefully y'all haven't forgotten about me! Here's the first chapter! I'm posting it way earlier than I thought, so maybe it'll force me to get back into writing!
An overwhelmingly glorious golden sun and sapphire-colored sky met Matthew as he made his way outside Oxford's library and past a few other students who were on the campus. He had a smug smile on his face as he admired how wonderful the weather was despite being in the middle of a painfully hot and humid summer in Atlanta. He had spent the bulk of his summer vacation in Philadelphia, where he lived before coming to Oxford College. He decided to come back to Georgia slightly earlier than normal for multiple reasons, most notably to see his brothers again; after all, he had only met them a mere year ago and they had become very close, especially considering what they all had in common.
Only a year ago, he and his brothers, older James and younger Wesley, had come from three different walks of life and were brought together by their destiny, their magical destiny. Hundreds of years ago, the three of them had been chosen to protect the world as the Complete, the three most powerful good witches the world would ever know. Along with his brothers, Matthew was granted magical powers to aid him in fulfilling his destiny. While James had the offensive ability to move things with his mind and Wesley had the defensive ability to stop time, Matthew, as the most balanced middle sibling, possessed the medial ability to phase, that is, he could alter his body density to the point where he could literally pass through objects, or to the point where he could become as solid as steel.
Days like this one just had a way of making all the hustle and bustle of life worth living, and Matthew was definitely making the most of such a rare day. He strolled across the Quadrangle to his "borrowed" car; his car had been put in the shop due to what he called "excessive strain," but was actually caused by a demon attack, which had become more of a routine than a random event. Besides, James wouldn't mind.
His stomach directed him to the nearest eatery, which was on campus. He made his way to it, The Ox, and bought a hefty lunch: a double patty melt with everything, a large order of fries, a large soda, and potato chips. To Matthew, it was a regular meal; to anyone else it may have qualified as a feast. After he settled at a quiet spot outside, he put his backpack down and pulled out an oversized book that contained all of William Shakespeare's plays, having to constantly deal with the breeze that picked up every now and then.
Suddenly, a pair of hands clasped around Matthew's eyes, completely cutting off his vision. The hands were accompanied by a deep voice that sent a slight shudder down Matthew's spine.
"Time to die," the voice boomed quietly in Matthew's ear.
Matthew, taken by surprise, had dropped his book and as it plummeted to the ground, his instincts kicked in almost immediately. His years of training as a boxer had given him a heightened awareness of things, as well as increased reaction time. Matthew leaned back and grabbed his assailant's arms, twisting them so that they no longer covered his eyes. With a swift and forceful movement, Matthew tossed his assailant into the air so that they could meet face to face. Before Matthew could see who it was, though, all he could see was a shower of blue and white lights that bounced along the ground before forming the image of a person.
"Wesley!" Matthew said in a combination of surprise, annoyance, and concern. "I could've seriously hurt you. What are you doing here?"
"I just came in a little while ago," Wesley replied, rubbing his behind as he sat up on the ground. "Nice drive, but I would've preferred to take the easy way back, if you know what I mean."
"Speaking of that," Matthew said, switching into a big brother mode, "you know you can't use your powers in public. What if somebody saw you do that? We can't risk getting exposed."
"Well I didn't plan it to happen," Wesley claimed. "I still can't control it. If you wanna blame anybody, blame yourself."
"Good to see you at any rate," Matthew said.
"I know," Wesley said as he hugged his brother. "How have you been? How's Jimmy?"
"I'm fine," Matthew answered, "and so is Jimmy. I've been back here for a few days. I wanted to get ahead a little bit in my English classes, since I'm taking a heavy load this year."
"Why?" Wesley asked.
"If I get most of the English classes out of the way here," Matthew reasoned, "then it'll be easier when I get to the main campus."
"English majors," Wesley said with mock disgust.
"We can't all be Psychology majors," Matthew shot back.
"So," Wesley said, abruptly changing the subject, "how do you think this year's gonna be, with things being the way they are?"
"What do you mean?" Matthew asked.
"I mean magically," Wesley explained. "Think we can stay alive another year?"
"Are you tempting fate on purpose?" Matthew asked. "Besides, if you would go with the flow and get a cell phone then you wouldn't always be so behind the times."
"I take offense to that," Wesley said. "I subscribe to Day Old News, not Behind the Times. Cell phones are the devil, anyway."
"Says you," Matthew said.
"Yeah, says me," Wesley confirmed.
"Oh crap!" Matthew shouted, looking at his watch. "I need to go! I have an interview for an internship at this company. I can't be late! Sorry to cut this short, but I'll see you later!"
"Wait!" Wesley yelled after Matthew. "Are you going in shorts and a t-shirt?"
"I have clothes in the back of the car," Matthew shouted back. "Wish me luck!"
"Good luck," Wesley said, looking down at Matthew's food. "At least I get a free lunch, or some chips and fries."
Ahh, the dreaded few days before classes start! I remember those days well! What's goin' on with everybody? Y'all will have to wait to find out!
