Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:45:52 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve – Feats of Love
and Archemneme
Wyatt screamed in pain as the vial broke and the boiling water burned him. The pain ran through him as the water dripped down his back, burning everything in it’s path.
Archemneme got up and made his way back toward the room.
Seeing his brother in pain, Chris forced himself the ignore the pain in his mind. He made his way to the sink and turned on the faucet. Using his telekinesis, he sent a stream of constant, cold water at Wyatt’s back. Some of the water spilled onto the floor, landing in the steaming puddles, instantly cooling them. Chris saw a vial head his way and jumped out of the way, stopping the flow of water to his brother.
Archemneme backed Chris into a corner and reached out his hands to again attempt to delete Chris’ memories.
Menacing green hands grabbing at him, Chris’ subconscious reaction was to orb. Not surprisingly, it didn’t work.
Wyatt looked up from where he was lying on the floor in pain. Seeing what was happening to his brother, he ignored his pain. Using his telekinesis, he threw Archemneme away from Chris, once again. “Leave my brother alone!”
Piper ran into the room with a vial in each hand. Behind her Leo and Victor had more vials. Piper threw a vial at the nearest manticore, the third one to take action. The manticore blew up on contact with the potion in the now broken vial. Piper transferred the other vial to her right hand and threw it at the other standing manticore, the one who had attacked first. He blew up instantly. Seeing the other manticore still writhing on the floor she ignored it.
Wyatt and Chris looked at her. Chris kept a wary eye on Archemneme while Wyatt tried to ignore the pain of the burns on his back. “Took you long enough,” Wyatt retorted.
“Watch it, young man,” Piper warned.
Wyatt grinned slightly. “Sure.”
From her pocket Piper pulled out the sheet of notebook paper on which Chris had written the spell. “Ready to use this spell of yours, Chris?”
Chris nodded, still watching Archemneme. His mind no longer pained him, the throbbing in his head down to a dull roar.
With great difficulty, Wyatt continued to ignore his pain and pulled out his copy.
Since Chris already knew the spell he didn’t bother getting the spell. Fixing his gaze on Archemneme he began to chant alone, “Powers of . . .”
Seeing that Chris had already started, both Wyatt and Piper joined in, “. . . the ancients bring, let this meddler feel out sting. Stolen memories now return, make this demon forever burn.”
Archemneme looked at Chris, a sneer on his face as he exploded into oblivion.
As soon as he saw the demon vanquished, Chris ran out of the room, knowing that his brother needed something at once.
Behind him, Wyatt collapsed on the floor. Since he no longer needed to hold back the pain, he no longer tried.
Archemneme got up and made his way back toward the room.
Seeing his brother in pain, Chris forced himself the ignore the pain in his mind. He made his way to the sink and turned on the faucet. Using his telekinesis, he sent a stream of constant, cold water at Wyatt’s back. Some of the water spilled onto the floor, landing in the steaming puddles, instantly cooling them. Chris saw a vial head his way and jumped out of the way, stopping the flow of water to his brother.
Archemneme backed Chris into a corner and reached out his hands to again attempt to delete Chris’ memories.
Menacing green hands grabbing at him, Chris’ subconscious reaction was to orb. Not surprisingly, it didn’t work.
Wyatt looked up from where he was lying on the floor in pain. Seeing what was happening to his brother, he ignored his pain. Using his telekinesis, he threw Archemneme away from Chris, once again. “Leave my brother alone!”
Piper ran into the room with a vial in each hand. Behind her Leo and Victor had more vials. Piper threw a vial at the nearest manticore, the third one to take action. The manticore blew up on contact with the potion in the now broken vial. Piper transferred the other vial to her right hand and threw it at the other standing manticore, the one who had attacked first. He blew up instantly. Seeing the other manticore still writhing on the floor she ignored it.
Wyatt and Chris looked at her. Chris kept a wary eye on Archemneme while Wyatt tried to ignore the pain of the burns on his back. “Took you long enough,” Wyatt retorted.
“Watch it, young man,” Piper warned.
Wyatt grinned slightly. “Sure.”
From her pocket Piper pulled out the sheet of notebook paper on which Chris had written the spell. “Ready to use this spell of yours, Chris?”
Chris nodded, still watching Archemneme. His mind no longer pained him, the throbbing in his head down to a dull roar.
With great difficulty, Wyatt continued to ignore his pain and pulled out his copy.
Since Chris already knew the spell he didn’t bother getting the spell. Fixing his gaze on Archemneme he began to chant alone, “Powers of . . .”
Seeing that Chris had already started, both Wyatt and Piper joined in, “. . . the ancients bring, let this meddler feel out sting. Stolen memories now return, make this demon forever burn.”
Archemneme looked at Chris, a sneer on his face as he exploded into oblivion.
As soon as he saw the demon vanquished, Chris ran out of the room, knowing that his brother needed something at once.
Behind him, Wyatt collapsed on the floor. Since he no longer needed to hold back the pain, he no longer tried.