Here's chapter 6 for everybody to enjoy! I gotta admit, this story's got me a little stumped as I'm struggling to think of a good ending for it, but things'll work out because you know, they always do.

chyp: Thanx to the lone reviewer; you're the wind beneath my writing wings.


Wesley sat in his room, diligently typing on his computer while listening to very loud music. It helped him to better concentrate, he claimed. He typed for what seemed like hours, constantly rereading and revising certain sections until they met his standard. After two hours, he managed to finish fourteen pages of what he called "perfection." His plan was simple; he wanted to successfully transfer the images in his mind into words that could touch and entertain everyone who read them. He relied completely on his own imagination and personality, pouring his soul into his project.

His brothers worried about his new venture at first, pointing out that it was unhealthy for him to spend the weekends in front of his computer. James told him that it only made him more of a loser than he already was, while Matthew commented that it decreased his social life expectancy by five months for every hour he sat typing. He ignored their teasing, though, and continued to type to his heart's desire.

Finally, the phone rang, breaking his concentration. He finished his current sentence and answered. After over an hour, his pizza had finally arrived. He walked downstairs and opened the door. The delivery boy, appearing to be not much younger than Wesley, stood there with a large pizza box that almost seemed to weigh him down.

"Wesley Williams?" he asked lazily. "Large pepperoni and bacon, extra cheese?"

"Yeah, that's me," Wesley answered, reaching inside his pocket for a twenty dollar bill. "Rough night?"

"Deliveries all night," the delivery boy said. "What a way to spend a Saturday night, huh? Anyway, that's $13.86."

"Don't let it get you down," Wesley said. He passed the money to the delivery boy, smiling. "Keep the change."

He had almost closed the door when he saw the most unusual thing out the corner of his eye. The delivery guy hadn't quite made it to his truck when three people, appearing to be masked men, ambushed him from behind and carried him off down the street. Rolling his eyes and putting his pizza down, Wesley went against his better judgment and decided to follow the burglars.

He grabbed his jacket and tiptoed out of the house, making sure not to slam the door behind him. He had to walk pretty fast, as they had gained a nice lead. Finally catching up to within twenty feet, he ducked behind a small bush in front of a neighbor's house as one of the masked men suddenly turned around, suspicious. Wesley peeked out and resumed his chase. He could hear the muffled screams of the innocent delivery boy and wondered what the men wanted with him. Deciding that it was now or never, he finally made himself known.

"Don't y'all have anything better to do on a Saturday night?" he asked loudly, causing the men to stop and turn around.

"Help me," the delivery boy managed to utter before once again being gagged. He struggled with the two men holding him as the third let go to face Wesley.

"This doesn't concern you," he said. "Now, get out of here while you still can."

"Sorry," Wesley said, "but if this involves kidnapping my friend there, then I think it does concern me. Just let him go…please."

"We'll let him go," the man said, removing his mask to reveal an eerie pair of green eyes, "if you can beat me."

"Beat you?" Wesley asked. "In a fight?"

"No, a game of checkers," the man responded dryly. "I'm warning you, I don't play fair."

"If it's gonna be like that, then," Wesley said, "neither do I."

Wesley, without a second thought, flashed his hands at his adversary. Smirking, the man quickly waved his hand in front of himself and a dull green aura flashed momentarily. Suddenly, Wesley found himself flying through the air, falling into the bush he had hidden behind earlier. He slowly stood to his feet, brushing himself off. What happened, he thought. A faint glow and no explanation of why he had been thrown into the air sounded vaguely familiar, but he had difficulty remembering the connection. Nevertheless, he rushed back to the gang, who laughed smugly at him.

"So we were right," the man with the green eyes said, nodding slowly, "you are a witch, a Complete witch to be exact. which means that we've hit the jackpot. Get rid of the human, we hooked ourselves some real bait here."

The two other men let go of the delivery boy, who immediately broke into a run. After witnessing the supernatural spectacle that had just occurred, his mind completely deserted him, abandoning all logical reasoning. Not knowing what to do, the only thing that registered in his brain was 'get out of here.' He dashed off into the darkness of the street, never turning around to make sure it hadn't all been a bizarre nightmare. The jade-eyed man turned away from Wesley, as if no longer acknowledging neither his presence nor worth, to the running figure in front of him. He rolled his hands together and conjured a small orb of green matter that swirled randomly. He threw it with all his might at the innocent boy, who was oblivious to what was happening behind him.

With a loud gasp, Wesley raised his hands to freeze the green ball before it hit its mark. From out of nowhere, though, the two other men had quite suddenly appeared behind him, and grabbed his arms, rendering him helpless. Together, they watched the greenness strike the boy in his back. The last thing Wesley saw of him was a green blaze that imploded into nothing.

"You killed him!" Wesley shouted at the men, fighting fiercely to escape the grip of the two stronger men. "He was innocent; he didn't do anything to y'all!"

"He served his purpose," the green-eyed man replied. "Now, it's time for you to serve yours. Let's go on a little trip."

"What do you mean?" Wesley asked defiantly.

"You're not in any position to ask questions," the man answered.

Wesley saw the man vanish in a green shimmer and he knew that he wouldn't be far behind. The world turned green before going completely black. The street returned to normal and there was no sign that anyone had even been there at all.