With a large pair of earphones attached to his head, Wesley furiously typed away on his laptop. The words seemed to pour forth like liquid from a stream while Greg Albright's soothing saxophone resonated in his ears. Although not as big a jazz fan as his girlfriend Kim, he enjoyed its ability to relax him during times like this. His favorite type of writing involved fantasy and the supernatural; those types of things seemed to come naturally to him. Of course, he was careful not to write directly into his own life, but every now and then he used snippets of past experiences. With this being his first actual submission, he wanted to make sure that he was on top of his game. He continued to type and type as his ideas became more pronounced.

As he furiously hit key after key, a faint whistling sound began to rustle through his room. Being so engrossed in his writing, and hearing only jazz music, Wesley ignored it at first, but eventually the noise grew a bit louder. It sounded like a mosquito's hum near his ears, and he blindly swatted the air around him while he continued to type. The whistling returned once again, this time sounding almost like a slight murmuring. Wesley again waved his hand through the air, dismissing it as a pesky pest. After more incessant and persistent humming, Wesley saved his work, removed the earphones, and shut his laptop, now set on finding this mosquito that caused him such an annoyance. His hazel eyes darted from one part of the room to another, looking intently for anything that was capable of making such a sound. After ten minutes of searching, he decided to take a break.

Opening the door, he heard a familiar crashing noise. "Damn," he thought to himself. His brothers were going to be very upset if he had missed a fight with a demon. He sighed deeply and ran out of the door to the source of the noise. Wesley bounded down the stairs, taking them two and three at a time. He moved so quickly that he neglected to notice a moderately sized greenish ball of goo headed his way. His momentum wouldn't allow him to stop, but his instincts kicked in at the last minute. Just before the goo struck him, he disappeared in a shower of blue and white lights. Unfortunately, he retained his momentum and rematerialized at the end of the stairwell, hurtling to the floor.

"Smooth," James said from behind what looked like the remains of their couch.

"Where the hell have you been?" Matthew asked quickly. He was squatting beside James, and holding his arm as he winced.

"Uh," Wesley said, looking at his brothers with a 'duh' look, "I was writing in my room. What happened to your arm?"

"The same thing that's about to happen to you if you don't pay attention," James said, nodding his head toward the source of the chaos.

A large demon resembling a gorilla stood near the fireplace. He stared at the three of them through eerie yellow snake eyes and snarled at them with his heavily fanged muzzle. With a quick inhale, he seemed to snort a little before letting loose another glob of greenish goo. It all happened so quickly, no one had time to react. It hit Wesley's pants and began doing its job. The goo quickly ate through the blue jeans and started on Wesley's flesh. He screamed in pain as the acidic goo burned his leg. He hurriedly jumped out of his pants and used the untouched fabric to frantically rub off the slime from his skin. When he was finished, all that remained of the pants was a small patch. He angrily flashed his hands at the demonic creature, calling on his power to stop time. The demon suddenly froze in place as if someone hit the pause button.

"Nice boxers," Matthew commented, pointing at the smiley face boxers that Wesley wore.

"Shut up," Wesley said. "What is this stuff anyway, spit? This thing spit on me?"

"At least you got it off," James said.

"This is what I saw in my premonition," Matthew said. "Can't say I told you so. Why didn't you come down when we called?"

"We shouted for you forever before you finally made your grand entrance," James added. "Apparently, we were just stalling the demon until you got back from your little 'trip.'"

"I was writing," Wesley defended, completely ignoring James cheap shot. "That must've been that humming I was hearing in the room. It was just a humming sound, though. I mean, I didn't actually hear my name being called. Doesn't that…"

"Rambling," Matthew reminded Wesley, cutting him off mid- sentence and pointing at the creature. "This thing's not gonna stay frozen forever. And in case you missed it, this is the same demon from my premonition."

"What are you, a broken record now? I heard you before when you said it," Wesley snapped back, still rubbing his sore leg. "Why couldn't y'all take care of him? Unless y'all like playing hide and seek in the living room, which by the way needs redecorating…again."

"He's freakishly strong," James said. "I keep throwing him and he keeps bouncing back."

"Throw him harder," Wesley suggested.

"Who knows?" Matthew said. "We need to get rid of him. I've got things to do."

"You're not the only one being inconvenienced," Wesley said to Matthew, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna step upstairs and put some pants on."

"Better not take too long," James said, pointing to the demon, who slowly began to twist and turn out of his frozen state. "Looks like he's fighting through your power too."

"Damn," Wesley said, shaking his head. "What are we gonna do once this thing unfreezes? Where's the kid Guardian?"

"Oh yeah," James and Matthew said together.

"Somehow I forgot about him," James said.

"Same here," Matthew agreed. He had been too busy trying to juggle two women to keep up with much lately. "Chyp!"

"Good," Wesley said, dashing up the stairs. "I'll be right back!"

Chyp, the brothers' new Guardian, glimmered into the living room in a swirling mass of blue and white lights, just as the creature completely broke free of Wesley's power. The gorilla faced demon winced at the bright lights illuminating the room and immediately lunged at him, but Chyp was able to glimmer out in the nick of time, leaving the sharp clawed being to slash at lights. Chyp reappeared next to Matthew.

"That was close," he said, looking around. He surveyed the living room of the house and shook his head. "Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"Never mind that," Matthew snapped. "How 'bout a little help here?"

"All I can do is heal you," Chyp said. "My powers are passive, remember?"

"Do whatever you do, then!" Matthew shouted at Chyp, waving his injured arm. "My arm is on fire here!"

Chyp held his hands over the wound on Matthew's arm. A warm golden light began to emanate from them, covering the large injury. Slowly, the wound started to become smaller, healing itself. Meanwhile, James quickly scanned the room for anything that might help him. With most of the living room destroyed, he concentrated on the larger pieces of debris. Waving his right hand, sofa legs and chair legs hurled themselves at the creature, impaling him in various places throughout his body.

"Alright," Wesley said, bounding back down the stairs to join his brothers, "I'm a little better now that…what kind of foolishness? He looks like a pin cushion!"

"It'll buy us enough time to get out of here," James said as the demon roared angrily, trying to remove the wooden stakes from his body. "You done yet, kid?"

"Chyp," Chyp corrected, "and yes."

"Good," James said. "Let's go."

"Go where?" Matthew asked. "He's just gonna follow us anyway."

"To the basement," James answered. "I would think you'd know this by now."