Powers
Disclaimer: See Chapter One if interested
Date: October 31, 2032
Author's Note: Thank you to all the reviewers! I made an error when writing some parts of chapter one and two. Halli is in the fourth grade, and Mely and Warren are in the third grade. Sorry for any confusion. Thank you. Now chapter Four.
Chapter Four: Halloween Magick
It had been almost two months since the witches bound the powers of the children. Melinda had taken it the hardest, for she loved magic with all her heart. Warren felt safe, even though the occasional demon would shimmer in and attempt to kill his family, but he knew any hope of him becoming the Source was not going to happen. Halli had an emotional breakdown when Greg announced the finalization of the divorce. Pru was three weeks pregnant with another baby, with whom Cole was very happy and thrilled. He always wanted a large family for about a century and now he was getting one. It was Halloween, a very important Holiday for the family. Not only was it Halloween it was Melinda and Warren's ninth birthday.
"Okay, here you go Melinda." Sander smiled as he passed the last present to Melinda. Melinda was smiling a large smile as she opened her last present. Her mouth dropped with what she saw.
"Oh my gosh, Uncle Sander! I love it!" she screamed excitedly as she hugged her uncle, and showed off her brand new pink, Barbie caravan.
"Now, why don't you go play with your new toys, Daddy will help you set them up if need be, but I need to talk to your uncles about something." Pru smiled at her children as they ran off to play in the living room.
"What do you need to talk to us about?" Greg asked as he put the rest of the ice cream cake in the fridge.
"I'm having a third child, and I need somewhere to put him or her, and I can't exactly have four kids in the same room especially when they are teenagers."
"Well, we can move Warren into my room." Greg suggested. Sander would have suggested but he knew Warren didn't like being in the attic.
"And where will you sleep?" she asked.
"I don't know, I guess I can take the couch for a while." he said.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." Sander said to his brother's stupid suggestion.
"I say we use the spell, Pru, you know the one in the Book that you wrote before the twins were born." Sander said.
"I guess, but that is personal gain, and all I need is a demon coming in on Halloween."
"Mike will talk to the Elders. Now, I've got to the club to set up for the Halloween blow out tonight." Sander smiled as he grabbed his keys and headed out.
"Okay, Greg have the kids do their homework, while I go get their costumes ready." Pru dictated.
"Pru, it is Friday, they have all weekend."
"Fine, you were never like me in high school were you. I always did my homework on Fridays."
"No I remember you studying anatomy with your boyfriends."
"Go to hell." she said smiling.
"At least I'm not married to it." he laughed, and so did she.
At eight o'clock, the sun was set, and the trick-or-treaters were on their way. Sander was at the club prepping for the party which is to start at ten and go to two. Greg was going to stay home and give out the candy, while Pru and Cole took the kids trick or treating. Pru was wearing a tight black dress and a conicle hat, she was what she was...a witch. Cole shifted into his demon form, as his costume. Melinda was dressed as an angel, Halli as a gypsy, and Warren as a pirate.
"Okay remember to be safe." Greg said as he kissed his daughter's forehead. She smiled and nodded and followed the group out the front door.
"Alone at last." Greg muttered to himself as he shut the door, and flicked on the television.
He was watching a scary movie that came out when he was twelve on television, when the door bell rang. He groaned, it was now ten o'clock, he knew he should have turned that light off. He got up and went to the door, and opened the door and looked out and saw no one standing there, like there should have been.
Greg shrugged it off, and shut the door, and returned to his movie.
Ten minutes later the door bell rang again, and he knew he turned the light off the last time. He peeked out the window and saw the light was still on. He reluctantly opened the door, and again saw no one. 'What the hell is going on?" he asked himself annoyed.
He sat back down, and was beginning to drift off into sleep. He knew that Cole and Pru took the kids to the party at P3, so he didn't have to worry about the kids or anything, and he could just pass out right on the couch. It was about another ten minutes when the doorbell rang again, and now he was annoyed beyond belief. He ripped open the door, and once again saw nothing of notice. He stepped outside, and peeked around at the bushes.
"This is not the house to mess with." Greg said into the bushes at no one.
There was a rattling in the left bush of the porch, Greg put his hands up just incase he had to use one of his powers. The rattling continued getting more and more rough until the whole bush began to shake uncontrollably. Greg put his right hand in a halt motion and the whirring sound was heard and time stopped. Greg's power was to freeze time. Time freezing let off a whirring sound which could only be heard to a witch or other magical creature.
Panicked, Greg moved apart the bushes and saw a group of teenage boys. Both were wearing masks, and had a piece of paper in their hands. Greg picked up the piece of paper and read, "Prank these Houses." and there was a list of addresses of houses that should be pranked. "I'll teach you." Greg said as he grabbed the hose from the side of the house and placed in front of the teens. He motioned his free hand and time unfroze and he sprayed water in their faces. They shrieked and cursed, as Greg just laughed, he was enjoying himself. "Now leave, or I will have you arrested, I am a police officer." he lied.
The teens ran off without looking back.
Greg threw the hose down and walked back into the house. He automatically knew something was wrong. His ears picked up on something, a humming...human humming. He quickly turned around and saw a warlock sitting in the arm chair staring at Greg.
Greg automatically tried to blow the warlock up but his blasts kept on reflecting off the warlock and hitting nearby objects that weren't as lucky.
"Who the hell are you?" Greg asked angrily as he tried freezing the warlock, but nothing happened.
"The End." he smiled maliciously.
"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before." Greg smirked. He tried freezing time again, but still nothing was happening.
"You can quit your attempts at freezing me. It won't save you, just like it didn't save Grace." the warlock said, bringing up a past incident which struck Greg with such pain and fear.
Greg's face contorted with anger, as his mind raced around to images of Grace. Grace Sinclair was a seven year old orphan, who was a witch. She had the power of astral projection, and it couldn't save her from the demon Backus, just like Greg couldn't save her. It was five years ago and little Grace came into the office, fearful and sad. Greg automatically took the initiative to befriend her, and took on her case. For two weeks, he cared for her and was her friend. He taught her the wonders of her powers, and was considering to adopt her as his own. The day before he decided to file the papers for adoption, a demon shimmered into the manner. Sander and Pru were with the kids, and it was just him and Grace. Greg constantly tried to freeze the demon, but it failed. He shot an energy ball at Grace, who wasn't able to dodge it quickly enough. She was incinerated within seconds, and Greg's heart broke. He vanquished the demon using the Book, but he couldn't save Grace.
"How dare you bring her up, bastard!" Greg yelled, as he focused all his energy on the warlock, and made a blasting motioned, which only blew up the window behind the warlock, showering the room with glass shards.
"I told you to stop trying to do that. I am protected by the Source." the warlock said, as he showed his first at a malicious attack. He threw an energy ball at Greg, who levitated up and onto the wall, like Spider-man would.
"At least I have a power that works in any way against you." Greg said, as he landed softly on the floor.
"Ah levitation, I see, so you can't freeze me or blast me, so what will you do? Levitate in the air in hopes that it will vanquish me?"
"I see you have jokes." Greg smirked.
"Yes, one of my more human qualities."
"Really? The humming seemed kind of human to me, but what do I know about being human? After all I'm a witch, how human does that make me?"
"Witches may not be human, but you act, think, and live as them. You should really think about converting, being a warlock is so much more fun."
"Fun? Oh yeah being a sadist, killing people really sounds like fun."
"You shouldn't criticize what you don't understand."
"I would never be a warlock, nor would I be like you. Now, back to me trying to vanquish your evil ass."
"You can try, but I bet you won't be able to do it."
"Watch me." Greg said, as he pointed his finger at the mirror above the mantle, and caused it to explode, the glass flying at the warlock. The clear sharp glass scratching open his skin, causing crimson blood to seep slowly from the deep cut.
"You are the first witch in three decades to make me bleed. I commend you, now it is my turn." He blinked out, and blinked back in behind Greg, and kicked him. Greg was overpowered by the kick, and sent tumbling into the couch.
Greg moaned in pain, as he stumbled to get back up on his feet. He knew he should call for his family, but he had to do this on his own.
"Tired witch?" the warlock mocked, as Greg ran towards the warlock, and before he could blink out, Greg was levitating in the air, and spiral kicked the warlock into the side couch (in the foyer on the immediate left; if you are standing in the doorway, looking in.)
"Whose tired now?" Greg smiled, as he threw a glass vase at the warlock, who blinked out, and back in behind Greg. He kicked Greg harder this time, and Greg flew through the foyer, and to the warlock's surprise stopped mid air.
"That's the thing about Levitation, it always comes in handy." Greg smirked, as he thought of a spell in his mind, and landed back on the ground.
"Well, can you float your way out of this one?" the warlock chanted as he said something in a foreign language that Greg didn't recognize.
The ground shook, as did the house. The glass chandelier clanged together, as a whole opened in the ground. Five red evil spirits were released. Greg thought they looked like devils.
'Terrorize." the warlock commanded as the spirts headed towards Greg full force. Greg put up his hands, and the sound of his freezing power failing could be heard.
He instantly started running towards the kitchen, when a spirit knocked his feet out from under him, causing him to fall.
"Shit." he muttered, as he was sure he broke his wrist in the fall.
An energy ball whizzed through the air, hitting Greg square in the chest sending him flying backwards through the door in the downstairs bathroom underneath the stairs.
Greg moaned in pain, as he tried to get up and noticed his tee shirt was burned, as well as his chest.
The only way to get rid of them is to kill the warlock, but how he is immune. Greg thought to himself, and that was when it hit him, remove the immunity.
"I call upon the powers of eternity
Remove this warlock's immunity!"
Greg chanted it twice, and the warlock glowed green. It worked. Greg put up his left hand and the warlock and spirts froze in place. As he chanted the vanquishing spell he thought of minutes earlier.
"Halloween magic come to the save
Send this warlock to his grave!"
The warlock glowed red before blowing up causing pictures on the wall to fall, and the house to shake. The spirits swirled back into the ground and the hole closed up. The warlock was vanquish, finally, after a half hour of intense fighting.
"Pru! Sander!" Greg called out as he collapsed onto the ground, the battle finally taking its toll.
I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter! It was a lot of fun for me to write! Chapter Five will be uploaded soon! Review please! Thank you!