Well here's the next chapter of the story! I hope it lives up to y'all's expectations!
chyp: Glad you thought it was 'cool.'
Raya: Not so ominous, James' sentence. And yes, 'yay, Matt's powers are growing!'. I should only hope that by now he's figured out that this is the real deal and not just some weird déjà vu stuff going on… And I'd agree with Wesley that History is an absolutely dreadful subject…pure bollocks…
"I mean," Adam said, "he's kind of insensitive to what's been going on at school. But I guess nobody really knows how to deal with that."
"What do you mean?" James asked.
"Haven't you been watching TV and reading the paper?" Adam asked, puzzled by the fact that James was unaware of what he was mentioning. "Students have been disappearing from classes for days at a time with no explanation. Then, when they come back, they're…I don't know…reckless."
"What do you mean 'reckless'?" James asked.
"I mean that they carry on like they don't care what happens to them or anybody else," Adam said.
"I'd feel that way too after missing a few classes with Gilkeson," James said.
"It's more than that," Adam explained. "This is like a kind of vengeful recklessness, if that makes any sense.
"I guess," James said, looking at his watch. "Well, I guess I better go. If I don't get started on this homework he's assigned, I might be the next reckless one in this class."
He parted ways with Adam and set off to the library. It was a fifteen minute walk, one he had gotten quite used to since arriving on the notably larger campus. He picked up a copy of the school newspaper, The Emory Wheel, and continued on to an empty table in an isolated part of the bottom floor. He did his usual momentary glance at the front page; there didn't seem to be anything worth reading, as usual. He pulled out the oversized Organic Chemistry book, a yellow highlighter, and began the daunting task of reading over a hundred pages of information that he would most likely not understand.
It was a nice enough day, so Wesley decided to detour and take a stroll through Turner Lake Park, located just outside of the town of Oxford, Georgia. It was a very nice park, larger than one would think. It was full of natural beauty; there were majestic magnolias towering smaller, yet prominent oak trees. Being the beginning of fall, some of the leaves on the trees had begun the transition from green to red, brown, gold, and orange, making the scene look like something out of a picture book. Wesley found a quiet bench and sat there, thinking about a lot of things he hadn't had very much time to think about over the past month.
The main thing was John, the mysterious Guardian who had somewhat guided him and his brothers on and off for the past year, after they discovered they were witches. He thought about John's similar personality to his own, about his seemingly inept ability as a Guardian, about his expansive and infinite knowledge on various demons. Then his mind switched to his untimely and horrifying death at the hands of Sabo, the all-powerful demon that they had to fight alongside the Council only a month ago. Although he had not been there all the time, John had become something of a father figure to Wesley. It was a long shot and stretch of the imagination, though. Wesley admired John's candor and blunt honesty. It made him think a lot about his own behavior, which wasn't too far from John's.
He realized that despite everything that had happened since he died, he never really had any time to mourn for John. Even if he wasn't Wesley's father, he was still his friend. He sat in the park for quite a while and silently prayed for John's well-being wherever he was.
"Anybody home?" Matthew asked as he walked into the house.
He assumed he was the first one to arrive based on the silence that answered his greeting. He threw off his backpack and went straight to his room, not wanting to touch anything if he could avoid it. He plopped onto his bed and just sat there, worried about how he could go on with the rest of his life. It was strenuous enough dealing with everything that he did. This added effect of receiving…visions…only made his life that much more complicated.
It was a very uncomfortable feeling to gain insight into another person's life, even if it was his friend. He didn't want everything to trigger some sort of clairvoyant response in his mind. He felt like it was an extreme invasion of privacy, not to mention that it was a very big distraction.
So he sat on his bed, waiting for someone to come home and talk to about this new phenomenon, which up until now he had dismissed as déjà vu. If only it were, he thought to himself. He feared that whatever was happening to him was some sort of consequence of being magical.