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James was busted. But then again, some part of him had known that from the beginning. After all, he had been tricked into getting there. He cautiously emerged from his hiding spot, not bothering to look at his classmates. His eyes stayed on Dr. Gilkeson.

"Why did you wait until now to announce me?" James asked.

"Every good villain knows," Dr. Gilkeson explained with a smirk, "that you let the so-called 'hero' in on the plot. Otherwise there's no story."

"Don't you know that the bad guy never wins?" James asked, returning the smirk.

"That's not always true," Dr. Gilkeson said. "This time, you're outnumbered, sixteen to one."

"It almost doesn't seem fair," James said, covertly examining his surroundings. "Y'all don't stand a chance."

Before Dr. Gilkeson could utter another command, James had taken the initiative and waved his hand in a forceful manner. Four students were hurled into the air and thrown into other students, who fell trying to catch them. He waved his hand again and four more students were sent flying into more of their colleagues. He kept waving his hand relentlessly, forcing the crowd back toward Dr. Gilkeson. He then focused his attention on the professor and with a violent backhand motion, he sent Dr. Gilkeson hurtling through the air, eventually crashing into a wall and sliding down to the ground. He turned to the students, but they made no attempt to retaliate.

Dr. Gilkeson slowly rose to his feet, his anger rising, and turned to the motionless students. He cast an annoyed glare at James, who only grinned in return, and opened his palm. A small glass vial appeared, filled with a shiny blue liquid. He quickly threw it at James and it broke near his feet.

"Is that the best you can do?" James asked. "Your aim is lame."

"Is it?" Dr. Gilkeson asked back, turning to his students. "My students, attack him!"

James began to run, but after only two steps an invisible force threw him backwards. He tried to run in the opposite direction, but the same thing happened again. Each time he was thrown back, a faint red light would appear, indicating that there was some sort of invisible force field keeping him in the area.

Meanwhile, the students continued to advance upon him as a group. They walked in perfect sync with each other and separated until they had James completely surrounded on all sides. As they closed in, James waved his hand to once again utilize his telekinetic powers. He saw a faint red flash and then nothing. His powers had been contained inside the force field. He strained his brain to think of another solution.

He closed his eyes and then opened them again. Half of his field of vision saw the students from the front, while the other half saw them from the back. He was looking through his own eyes as well as his clone's. His clone was about to grab one of the students from behind when all of a sudden James felt an extremely sharp pain in his back.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Dr. Gilkeson asked, plunging a dagger deeper into James' back. He smiled in satisfaction as both James and his clone groaned in agony. "I'm afraid that this time, the bad guy will win. In fact, recruiting a witch would more than make up for the delay you've caused me."

"I think we should go home," Wesley said. "We've been here for I don't know how long and we haven't found anything, except for your premonition, which you've gotten so many times that I'm starting to see it myself."

"Not now since we're so close," Matthew replied. "We're definitely on the right track. We just need one more clue and I think we'll have a better…"

Matthew stopped mid-sentence as his eyes focused on a strange movement coming from the opposite corner of the room. He directed Wesley toward it and they both saw the wall start to ripple. Wesley began to say something, but Matthew quickly shushed him and they hid behind a shelf. Peeking from behind it, they saw two students walk out, saying nothing to each other. They looked at the trashed office and smiled at each other briefly before exiting the office, never looking back.

There was something about them, though, that made Matthew feel uneasy. They looked normal, as if nothing had ever happened, but somehow, somehow they seemed to have a "darker" feature. It was quite unexplainable, but apparent in some way. Matthew just knew that something had happened to them.

"There," Matthew whispered to Wesley, pointing at the spot that had rippled. "We need to get there. That could be our only way…"

He quickly hushed as the wall rippled again and two more students filed out of it. They did the exact same things as the previous two; they were completely silent, they looked around the office, and they smiled before leaving.

"I'm not going in there," Wesley whispered to Matthew. "There's no telling what's behind that wall."