Hey there, it's just regular ol' me again, putting up another one of these chapters for y'all to enjoy! Read at your leisure, and if it's in your heart, leave a few words of opinion…

chyp: Thanx for your review. I completely forgot about school back in the US. Here in Japan it just goes and goes. They get out for summer in the middle of July, and it's only for about a month…Did I mention that I hate Japan?


Having secured more keys from the defeated guards in the incinerator room, the three brothers distributed them to more collared witches and hurried to what had now been transformed into a battlefield of magical proportions. Demons and witches alike flew through the air alongside every kind of projectile imaginable. When the Complete arrived at the scene, they couldn't clearly decide which side had the greater advantage; it looked hopeless for both sides. At that rate, each side would cancel the other out and everyone would end up dead.

"It's like World War II on steroids out here," Wesley commented. "What do we do?"

"Kick ass," James said, psyching himself up for the fight of his life.

"No," Matthew said. "We have to go for the bigger threat here. Someone more powerful is in control of this whole operation. I had a premonition back in the incinerator room. There's this guy, a demon, who looks to be the boss of everything going on. If we can vanquish him, it might be enough to get rid of this…wherever we are."

"How are we gonna get there?" Wesley asked. "And what are we gonna do when we get there? We don't know anything about this boss."

"We need to get home, then," James suggested. "If there's anything in the Book, we'll need to know about it."

"Homeboy," Matthew said to Wesley, "can you glimmer us back?"

"Are you joking?" Wesley asked. "I can't get from point A to point B by myself, much less with passengers. Next idea."

"Unless we can get home," Matthew said, "I don't think there's much we can do."

"Write a spell," James said. "I bet we can figure out one to get us home."

"Or at least out of Oz," Wesley quipped.

"Fine," Matthew said. "I'll get started on a spell. You two go and look for the Millers. Nice family, tall black guy, pretty wife, one son. Just look for the three most depressed people out there and chances are it's them."

"Sound like nice people, these Millers," James said as he and Wesley separated from Matthew.


"You have failed," the pale-eyed demon called Xernevod said to his minion, who sat kneeled before him. "What use are you to me now?"

"Master," the lower demon pleaded, "all is not lost."

"How can that be?" Xernevod demanded. A look of pure anger flashed in both his colorless eyes and the surrounding guard demons immediately bowed their heads in acknowledgement of his power. "A group of innumerable demons cannot keep track of three witches, and now the results have turned into a useless matter."

"We still may have acquired enough power to summon the Gem," the inferior demon said, hoping that his words of consolation might spare his life yet again. "We still have a chance."

"Very well," Xernevod said after minutes of silence passed painfully around the chamber. "I shall give you a second chance. Gather the power we have accumulated and give it to me. I will find the Gem myself and destroy both the Complete and every witch in the mines. Go!"

The lower demon bowed deeply before turning to exit his master's presence. Once he felt safe enough he vanished in a green ripple as he continued to walk away. The head demon, Xernevod, rubbed his pale chin as he contemplated his next move. With the Complete now free and the other witches fighting fiercely, no one could predict exactly what might happen next.


Amidst the immense battle between the freed witches and the guard demons, James and Wesley combed through the commotion, looking for three people who seemed to blend in more than they previously believed. Along the way, James threw a couple of demons aside here and there, while Wesley effortlessly froze any who got in his way, leaving them easy marks for the over-aggressive James, who gladly sacrificed the well-being of his hand for a bit of revenge.

"This is harder than I thought," Wesley said, flicking his hands every few minutes. "At this rate we'll never find who we're looking for."

"At least we're having fun trying," James said, flinging demons to and fro. "It's like a maze. Hey, is that them over there?"

James pointed in the direction of three people, two adults and one child, who all stood back to back to back. The looks on each of their faces were the same: inconsolable anger. A five foot space buffered them from any other witches or demons; they fought as hard as they could, sparing nothing that got in their way. Even the child proved to be a formidable fighting force.

"Let's go," Wesley said as he and James took off running.

As they drew closer, they saw that Derrick, the husband, had completely taken an offensive approach and used his telekinetic power to fend off all demons who dared approach. Meanwhile, George, the child, and his mother Charity tag-teamed any others that Derrick missed. George flicked his hands, much the same way as Wesley, and his targets froze in place as thick blocks of ice magically concealed them from head to toe. Charity, without an active power, stepped forward and kicked the ice statues, shattering them into countless pieces.

"Are y'all the Millers?" James asked as he and Wesley ran in.

Derrick, too into his work, paid little to no attention to them until they were within range. Hardly turning his head, he blindly waved his arm and the two brothers were magically thrown into the air, landing hard on their bottoms. James rushed back to his feet and raised his arm in retaliation, but Wesley grabbed it before anything happened.

"Calm yourself," Wesley said.

He concentrated hard and managed to temporarily freeze the surrounding demons, sending Derrick into a state of confusion. He and James slowly approached the trio, holding their hands up to declare peace.

"We're on the same side here," Wesley said. "Our brother Matt told us to find y'all and see how y'all were doing."

"Matt?" Charity asked. "He's your brother? But they're white and you're…"

"A little late, I know," Wesley quickly cut in. "It's a long story. Anyway, tell your husband thanks for throwing us over there. We really appreciated it."

"Sorry," Derrick said insincerely.

"Hey there," Wesley said to George. "What's your name?"

"George," George answered.

"Nice to meet you," Wesley said. "I saw your ice thing. That's a lot cooler than what I have. Can we switch?"

"Wesley," James cut in.

"Sorry," Wesley said. "Anyway, I don't know how much longer these retards are gonna stay frozen, so let's get back to Matt. He's writing a spell to try and get us to the source of all this. If we can find the boss, maybe there'll be a way to get everyone out of here."

"Take us with you," Derrick said. "After everything they've done to us, I'd at least like to meet them face to face."

"What have they done?" James asked.

"I guess your brother didn't get to tell you that much," Charity said. "It's a long story. Don't ask."

"My sister's gone," George said as his face dropped. Charity pulled him into a hug.

"Well the more the merrier," James said. "Let's go."