Hey, y'all! I wrote another chapter of this story, so please enjoy!

Raya: Things never look good for these three crazy guys! They're always getting themselves into weird situations! And you should quit the Brit charade; be proud to be an American! We don't say things like "cheers" or "bloody," and we don't add miscellaneous/extraneous/superfluous/unnecessary letters in our "wourds." Something to think about…LOL

chyp: Thanx, chyp, for your comments, as usual. I try to do what I can to keep you comin' back for more!


Matthew finally awoke from what seemed to be the longest nap he had ever taken. His head was throbbing powerfully, his chest felt caved in, and he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. In fact, his entire body was in pain. Moreover, he found that he could barely move so much as a finger. All he could do was dart his eyes back and forth, trying to figure out where he was.

Then he saw something familiar, weird, but familiar. He saw a large bookstand that looked a lot like one he had in his house. He saw old-looking bookshelves that hadn't been cleaned in ages. He saw a portrait of himself and his brothers. Finally, he saw the framed remains of the first demon they had vanquished. He figured it out; he was in his house! However, everything looked different. It looked as if everything was its opposite color. Matthew saw the negative images of everything. Where am I, he thought to himself, to be in such a strange place?

He could hear voices; he closed his eyes and tried very carefully to trace the sounds. It was, could it be, the sounds of his brothers talking! He had never been so happy to hear their voices!

"Jimmy!" he shouted as loudly as he could. "Homeboy! I'm down in the basement!"

Nobody answered. They just kept talking as if they couldn't hear him, which was a hard thing to do considering how loud Matthew's voice could get. He yelled again, but he found that apparently they were too busy talking about something else. He tried to move again, but the only progress he had made was that he could now move his hands. Even so, he could only move them a little bit. He let out a very audible sigh.

"They cannot hear you," a voice boomed. "And they cannot see you. Your fate belongs to me."

Matthew flinched. He had heard that voice before. He followed the source of the voice with his eyes and came upon the face of the demon who had brought him there in the first place.

"Why not?" Matthew asked defiantly, but curiously.

"Because this is my world," the demon responded, "and I control everything."

"Not me," Matthew spat.

"Funny," the demon said, "considering you cannot even control your own body."

"What have you done to me?" Matthew asked. "Why can't I move?"

"Because," the demon answered, "this is my world. I make the rules. And your weak human nature cannot withstand the forces in this realm."

The demon stepped forward so that Matthew could see him better. Although everything had a negative hue to it, the demon remained the same colors that he had been in the real world. He was still covered in black clothing and had piercing red eyes. The most important feature, though, was the large book that the demon held in his hands. Matthew instantly recognized it as the Book of Light.

"How did you get that?" Matthew asked angrily. "The Book can't leave the house. Evil can't even touch it!"

"You obviously have not taken notice of where you are," the demon said. "We are in your house. As for this 'Book' repelling evil, it seems as though that has been taken care of, has it not?"

At those words, Matthew became silent. He was trying to think of anything that could help him get out of this predicament. With his brothers unaware of his whereabouts, he was all alone to handle this. Added to that pressure was the fact that he could barely move, although he was slowly becoming able to wiggle parts of his body.

"Your body is paralyzed, witch," the demon said. "When you are able to move again, which will not be for a long time, I will have already killed your brothers, right in front of you, before ending your own miserable existence."

"Take a number," Matthew responded bravely. "Your kind is out to get us every day. What makes you think that you can get the job done? You're just today's problem to my brothers and me."

"Strong words indeed," the demon said, "for a witch who cannot even move. Besides, killing the three of you is not my ultimate goal. My reasons for wanting this are…personal."

"You'll never get away with this, demon," Matthew said in homage to classic victim lines everywhere.

"The name is Sabo," the demon said. "Remember it, because it will occupy your mind until your death."

Matthew stared up at the demon from the floor, where he was restrained for the time being. Although he was progressively becoming more able to move more of his body, he only had control of his arms up to that point. Sabo grinned dismissively as he began to flip through the Book of Light. Matthew could see the demon's eyes widen as he read each entry on each page. That sight was enough to make him want to vanquish Sabo on the spot, but with extremely limited mobility, there was nothing he could do.


That doesn't look good for Matt, then, if this all powerful demon has him all helpless and stuff. And the weird thing is, he's not even in some remote location; he's in his own house! What's that all about? Will he be able to get in touch with his brothers, who are right in the next room?