Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 30, 2008 23:22:38 GMT -5
Chapter Nineteen - Two Brothers, Two Plans
Down in Vicus’ lair, the now evil Wyatt walked across the floor. He let out a sigh as he talked, “Ah. I just feel so free. I can’t believe I spent a whole other lifetime weighted down by repressive morality, by all that good.
“Well, I’d like to give that feeling to more good witches,” Vicus said with atilt of his head, “with your help.”
“One thing I don’t understand, though,” Wyatt told him as he looked around, “is why you hole yourselves up in this dank lair. It’s so depressing.”
“Perhaps,” Vicus looked away from him at the walls of the lair. “But it’s safer. Down here, good doesn’t dare attack us.”
Foolish demon. How little you understand about good. “Yeah, well, the future of evil is above ground, trust me,” Wyatt old him taking several steps in Vicus’ direction. “We shouldn’t be hiding when we have the power to take their world if we wanted.”
“They’ll be plenty of time for conquering later,” Vicus told him.
Has he so little confidence in his own power?
“For now,” Vicus continued, unaware of Wyatt’s thoughts, “there’s still the matter of your family.” He stood and began walking toward Wyatt.
What? You think I can’t handle them?
“They’ll want to change you back.”
Of course they will. It is the nature of good. “I know,” Wyatt met him with unwavering and slightly bored eyes. “I also know that they’ll soon find a way to scry for out location.”
“Then we must attack them before they do.”
“No.” Must I put up with such idocracy. We will need every advantage we can get to win this battle. Good they may be, but they, unlike you, are not idiots. “We want them to find us. I know them all too well. It’s too risky to fight them at the manor. But here, we’ll have the advantage.” Why must I explain everything to him? “Because we’ll be waiting for them.”
“You would kill your own family?” Vicus’ face had something of disbelief on it.
If I must. “Watch me.” His expression left little doubt, but his thoughts were another matter. If I must. I would rather they join me or ignore me. In his mind he saw a broken body of a woman, a woman he still regretted killing.
Vicus was unaware of these thoughts. An evil smile spread on his lips as he accepted Wyatt’s statement at face value.
Back in the manor, Chris arrived at the top of the stairs and pushed open the door to the attic. He closed the door behind him and turned visible, again. Not that it matter since there was no one to see him, but he couldn’t hold the invisibility forever, even if he’d had a lot more practice than he had. He looked around the attic, nostalgia setting in. He’d been up there a thousand times before, but this time it was different. This time he couldn’t let his family see him. It was enough of a mess that Wyatt was here, though under the circumstances it was probably a good thing that they knew what was going on.
Chris sighed and resting his eyes on a shelf high up he held out his right palm and two objects telekinetically slid across the room into his hand. He grinned as he walked over to the podium. His lips slid into a frown as he looked at the entry on Vicus. He couldn’t allow this Vicus to win, not when his brother was the stakes. He transferred the notepad into his left hand, so that he could write as he began to pace the floor. “Wyatt,” he said in a whispered tone. “What was that spell you used?”
Wyatt was sitting on the roof of their apartment complex when Chris orbed in. “I don’t understand. How did you know?”
Wyatt looked up and smiled at the sight of his little brother. “You’re my brother. No one will ever convince me that you are dead or gone or that you never existed.”
A memory came to Chris mind of a time when the situation had been reversed, a time when Chris hadn’t remembered his big brother. “Don’t be so sure.”
Wyatt looked back at him. “Huh? What’s up?”
“Just thinking.”
“You all right?”
Chris nodded. “Yeah. So how was it that you were talking in my head earlier?”
Wyatt laughed. “I just drew on something that was already there. Our bond.”
“Wy!” Chris gave his brother a little shove.
Wyatt just laughed some more.
“You wrote a spell, right?”
Wyatt nodded.
“And it actually worked.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes.
“Come on what did it say? This is a magical inquiry. I need to know all spells.”
Wyatt had shown him the spell that he used to find Chris when no one else believed he even existed. Now, Chris was going to use it to find his brother amidst the chaos of evil that was now controlling him. Instantaneous change such as he saw was not possible. Therefore something else was going on that was making his older brother display the outward actions of what his young self was currently on the path toward, but Wyatt was still in there and while his parents and aunts looked into a way to undo the curse, Chris was going to find a way to keep his brother from doing things he would regret. Chris looked down at the paper in his hand and found that while he was thinking he had scribbled down the spell his brother had used. It wouldn’t work for this, but it gave him something to work with, something that would create the same effect as his brother had. He sat down on the couch and started rewriting the spell until he had something he thought would work. Once he had a spell he stood up and read it.
“When my body they cannot see
Make my voice heard only by me
In this time when Wyatt’s his worst
Let us through our thoughts converse.”
Make my voice heard only by me
In this time when Wyatt’s his worst
Let us through our thoughts converse.”
Chris held the notepad and pencil out in his hand and as he watched they disappeared from his vision in blue-white orbs. He smiled as he turned around and turned invisible before heading toward the door. The door opened and closed with no visible cause.