Just a few more chapters and a little bit left to write! Unfortunately (I think we all saw it coming...) this story is just too long for me to finish by tomorrow, so I'll keep throwin' chapters up even after 2007 kicks in. So to everyone who is reading this story, thank you so much, and of course, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Jordan tried the front door; it was unlocked, fortunately. He ran down the hall toward the stairs. He leapt up them, two at a time, until he reached the second floor. There was a long hallway with doors on either side. Above him was a large sign that read "Physics" on it. The doors all had numbers on them. Searching around him, he found a directory next to the elevator. Door number 214 belonged to the man he needed to see.

He jogged back down the hall and located the right door. Looking at the bottom of the door, he saw that there was no light coming from it. There may have been no one inside. Carefully, he turned the doorknob, but it would not move. It was locked.

At the end of the hall, James, Wesley, and Sam reached the second floor. They arrived just in time to see Jordan thrust his fists forward in a punching motion. Colorless ripples tore through the air and blasted the door open with overwhelming force.

"That's what Matt saw," James said as he and the others watched the boy enter the office. "Let's go."

Jordan gasped at what he saw. There, on top of the desk, lay Professor Keating, with a woman sitting on top of him. They both breathed heavily and sweat dripped from both their faces. The noise from the door ripping apart from its hinges surprised them both and they just sat there, confused.

"What the hell is going on?" Professor Keating asked. "Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter," Jordan said. "What matters is that you have to die."

"No!" James yelled as he and the others reached the office. "Freeze them!"

Wesley reached out and flashed his hands, tapping into his power to stop time. The two lovers on the desk stopped in movement, while Jordan stood there, watching. He glared angrily at Wesley, who only returned the expression. James slowly approached Jordan while Sam stayed close to the doorway, acting as a watchperson.

"Stay back," Jordan warned. "I'm not afraid of you!"

"You should be," James challenged.

"Jimmy!" Wesley shouted, turning to Jordan. "Look, whoever you are, we know all about you, so you need to tell us what's going on. We can help you."

"I don't need your help!" Jordan yelled.

He turned to Wesley and James and threw his arms forward as he did before. The colorless waves struck them both full force and they flew out of the office, slamming hard into the wall opposite the office door. Wesley's power was nullified and the man and woman resumed movement. Sam quickly ran to tend to the two brothers, while Jordan turned back to face the man and the woman.

"You look familiar," Jordan said to the woman who sat on top of Professor Keating. Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen her. "Oh my God, it's you!"

"And you are?" she asked nonchalantly. "Obviously a witch, but you can't stop what's already happened."

"I'm too late," Jordan sighed.

"Too late for what?" Professor Keating asked as the woman looked at him darkly.

"I've found the right witch," the woman said as she disappeared in the blink of an eye. She reappeared behind the desk and pulled on her black jeans and red shirt. "The deed has already been done."

"Shelina," Benjamin asked, "what are you talking about? H-How did you know I'm a witch?"

"I've been looking for the right one for a long time," the woman called Shelina said. "If I am to produce the most powerful child, it's worth waiting for the right man, don't you think?"

"Shelina," Benjamin pleaded, "I don't understand. I thought our love was genuine."

"Warlock nature, honey," Shelina replied. "You understand."

Meanwhile, in the hallway lay James and Wesley, both knocked out from the force of Jordan's attack. Sam knelt over James and held her hands above his head, which struck the wall exceptionally hard. A golden light emanated from them and bathed his body in its warmth. Soon, he jerked upright, panting heavily but feeling fine.

"What happened?" he asked, confused.

"I healed you," Sam answered. "You have to get in there. I'll take care of your brother. Go!"

James rushed inside the office, where Jordan lay against the wall, having been injured. He waved his hand and Shelina and Benjamin went flying through the air, hitting the back wall with a thud.

"No," Jordan cried out weakly, "just her. She's evil."

"You have no idea," Shelina said, standing to her feet.

She threw her arm forward and an endless stream of fire spewed forth. James quickly threw his hands up and the fire was split into two smaller streams that hit the walls on either side of him. Her eyes narrowed as her focus intensified.

"A challenge," she said, "I like that."

Outside, Wesley abruptly came back into consciousness. He looked around and saw nobody but Sam, who just looked relieved that he was okay. He felt hot, as if he were standing directly in front of a fireplace. Before he could open his mouth, Sam seemed to suddenly get sick. Her face took on a pained expression, as if she were fighting something unseen. He stood up to help her, but she pushed him back.

"No!" she cried through gritted teeth. "Stay back! Tell Jimmy I love him!"

Those were the last words she spoke before disappearing in the most violent glimmer he had ever seen. There was nothing peaceful and serene about it. Jolting lights of all colors surrounded her instead of the usual white lights. Wesley stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on, before realizing why he was there at all.

He rushed back into the office, only to drop to the ground as a giant wave of fire barely missed his face. Looking ahead, he saw James and Shelina locked in a deadly match of wills. She struggled to keep her fire power strong, while he struggled to suppress it. Taking the opportunity, he flashed his hands once again. Shelina's fire stopped in midair, but this time she only looked at him with disdain.

"Fool me once," she said, "shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."

With that, she blinked out of the office, leaving everyone in a state of bewilderment. Benjamin took the chance and quickly slipped his slacks and shirt back on. James walked over to Jordan, who had passed out sometime during the battle.

"I can't believe she betrayed me," Benjamin said, resting his head in his hands.

"Feel sorry for yourself later," James said, hoisting Jordan over his shoulder. "We need to get home and figure out what's going on."