Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:24:51 GMT -5
Chapter Eleven – The Spy Master’s Words
and the Spy Master
Everything was almost ready to summon the master spy. Two vials were sitting on the potion table filled with Piper’s potion. The caldron had more potion in it and there were empty vials on the table as well.
Wyatt was putting a piece of paper on the table, but he kept one eye firmly on his brother. A worried look crossed his face as he considered what to do.
Leo was also watching Chris. He was trying to decide if he should intervene.
Chris was talking to Piper, and he was bordering on insolent, though his words did come from honest concern. “Be careful when you freeze the demon. We don’t want the whole town freezing, again.”
Piper’s voice contained unveiled annoyance. “Chris, I have had my powers longer than you have been alive. I think I know how to control them even if they have had a huge advance.”
“Just . . .” Chris began.
“That’s enough, Chris,” Piper interrupted. “Warning dually noted. You control your powers and I’ll control mine.” Her face softened a little as she added, “Okay.”
A sheepish look crossed Chris’ face as he realized what he had done and he nodded.
“Good,” Piper said satisfied. “Now, let’s summon this demon.” Piper turned to Wyatt and the potion table. “Wyatt is that spell ready?”
Wyatt held up the paper with the spell on it.
Piper nodded. “Good.”
Wyatt turned to his brother. “Ready, Bro?”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Yeah.”
Together the two brothers began to chant. “Master spy, invisible eyes. Who it is that sent the spies. Come to us, so we may see, and don’t let him flee.”
In front of them them the Spy Master appeared. Piper concentrated on the Spy Master and moved one hand up and down freezing him. She walked over to him and looked at him. A look at her husband, behind her still moving, reassured her that she hadn’t frozen anything beyond her intended target. “He doesn’t look like much. Only difference between him and the one spying on us is that his hair isn’t as messy.” Piper waver her hand in front of the Spy Master.
He looked around, taking in his surroundings.
“So you’re the one who sent spies after us,” Chris commented, unimpressed.
“Some spies,” the Spy Master scowled and mumbled to himself. “The one watching you was an idiot.”
“Oh,” Chris looked at him in surprise. “What did your spy learn?” He didn’t really expect an answer.
Considering what the answer was, the Spy Master didn’t really care if Chris knew. Scoffing he informed them what his inept spy had learned. “That your job’s donut cart was a good source of sugar.”
Chris’ eyebrows rose, but he didn’t comment.
“Want to tell us something useful?” Piper asked impatient.
“Why?” the Spy Master asked with malice in his voice. “You plan on destroying me anyway. No point in helping you.”
Chris turned to his mother. With a shrug he admitted, “He’s got a point.”
Piper scowled. “Yeah, well why couldn’t they get smart about other things instead, like the fact that we are going to win.”
“Perhaps,” suggested the Spy Master, “because you aren’t going to win. This battle maybe, but the underworld will triumph. You won’t be around forever. Your life spans are limited.”
“Maybe,” agreed Wyatt with steeled eyes, “but then maybe my brother and I will find a way to put a stop to your kind. Maybe we will win this war.”
“Without your orbing?” the Spy Master asked with a sneer. “I think not.”
“Our orbing is not the sum of out powers,” Chris informed him. “We are witches.”
“Witches?” the Spy Master repeated with disdain. “Who cares? A witch can’t win.”
Chris eyes grew narrow as he watched the Spy Master. The words made no sense, but they bothered him.
Wyatt stared at the Spy Master, a frown growing on his face. “What do you mean?”
The Spy Master grinned maliciously at them. “Wouldn’t you like to know, witch?” The Spy Master spit at first Wyatt and then at Chris.
Wyatt glared at him as he wiped off his shoulder.
“You’ll never get your orbing back,” the Spy Master taunted. “There is no cure.”
Chris had enough of it, so he turned to his mother. “I think it’s time to test your potion, Mom.”
With everyone else’s attention fully on the demon, only Leo hears the sound of shimmering behind them. “Boys!”
Piper, Wyatt, and Chris turned around. Chris threw the spy demon across the room with his telekinesis.
Wyatt turned back around and tagged the Spy Master. Then, he turned his attention back to the spy demon. He held out his hand, looked at the potion on the table, and . . . nothing. Wyatt scowled, remembering.
Chris reached the table and grabbed one of the vials. He threw it at the spy demon.
It fell short as the spy demon shimmered out and shimmered back in next to the Spy Master.
Wyatt spun around and tages the spy demon, hoping Josias was right. Chris telekinetically sent the liquid from the broken vial at the spy demon.
The spy demon tried to shimmer out and, much to Wyatt’s delight, it didn’t work. A moment later the potion hit the spy demon, causing him to blow up. At that moment Piper’s freeze wore off. The Spy Master tried unsuccessfully to shimmer out.
Chris saw the attempt. “Not a chance.” Chris turned to the potion table for the other potion, but before he could do anything, two things happened at once.
Piper, no longer worried around keeping her freeze flicked her hands at the Spy Master. Her ability to blow things up hit the Spy Master at the same time as the second potion, thrown by Leo hit him. The Spy Master blew up.
Chris let out a deep breath.
“So did we learn anything useful?” Wyatt asked.
Chris rolled his eyes at his older brother.
“That particular demon didn’t think much of witches,” Leo commented. “What do you make of that?”
“Considering it was witches and witch powers that brought him down,” Chris retorted, “not much.”
Wyatt nodded. He looked down at his hands, a slightly depressed look on his face. “Any idea what we are going to do about not being able to orb? This could cause problems for us. The Spy Master seemed to think we couldn’t get out orbing back.”
“He’s a demon, Wy,” Chris reminded his brother. As if Wyatt needed reminding. “There’s a way and we’ll find it. And we’ll find it in considerably less time then Elizabeth has been trying to find it.”
Wyatt grinned nodding. He turned to his parents. “Dad, Mom, do you think one of you could give me a ride back to work? I left my car there.”
Leo nodded. Turning to Chris he asked, “Do you need a ride as well?”
Chris nodded reluctantly.
“I’ll give Chris a ride,” Piper volunteered. “We need to talk about his keeping secrets some more.” She grinned at her son. “I like the idea of a captive audience.”
Chris groaned.
Wyatt laughed. A look from Leo made Wyatt stop laughing. Wyatt nodded. “I guess we’d better go then. See you later, Chris. Have fun with Mom.”
Chris sighed. It was going to be a long car ride.
The End