Post by StoryGirl83 on May 2, 2009 19:27:12 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty – What a Demon Wants
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“This doesn’t make any sense!” Wyatt exclaimed out of the blue. “Why confuse our powers and not attack?”
“Perhaps they realize it is foolish to attack a group of us,” Janice suggested. “After what happened last week, it’s possible.”
Wyatt shook his head. “No, Most demons don’t seem to care.” He looked at Hank who was busy studying his mother’s book. “Any suggestions?”
Hank didn’t respond at first, but after several moments he looked up. “Are you talking to me?”
Wyatt nodded. “Yeah. Our moms are in the kitchen. Alanna’s in the den. Janice has already voiced her opinion. That leaves you.”
Hank frowned. “I don’t know. I was just reading about a demon who injects a slow acting poison into its victims, so it can be far away when others notice. There are other demons like that. They like to inflict pain from a safe distance.”
“I’ve never heard of demons like that.”
Hank shrugged. “That’s because they don’t take credit. They aren’t flashy. These are the cowards. The ones you hear about are the ones who stick around, the ones who brag, the ones who get vanquished.”
“That makes sense,” Wyatt conceded. “Any idea who . . ?” Wyatt started, his voice dying off at the sound of orbing. He stared at what looked like him and Chris appearing within the orbs. “Okay, I completely understand how Mom felt when she saw me,” he informed his two cousins.
Hank chuckled. Janice looked at Leo and Chris. “So I’m going to guess that the guy who looks like Chris really isn’t, which means the guy who looks like Wyatt is Chris.”
Hank laughed a little harder. “I think we need to get this fixed so I don’t have to look at Chris and call him Uncle Leo.”
Chris snorted. He looked across the room at his brother. “Wyatt I take it?”
Wyatt shrugged. “Do I still have a job?”
“Haha,” Chris returned dryly. “Your job is secure.” His left leg chose them to buckle. He groaned as he fell to his knew. He looked up at Leo and with a weak smile he said, “You said when we got here you’d fix the rest of my injuries.”
Leo was already on his knees at his son’s side.
Wyatt looked at them both worried. “Okay, my job’s fine, but what about you? What happened?”
Chris winced as he moved his ankle wrong. “Demon attack.”
“Or there’s that,” Janice said surprised. “They didn’t attack a group, because they attacked an individual.”
Hank rolled his eyes. “Don’t philosophize. This is our cousin.”
“Of course it is,” his sister returned. “I was just thinking that if they attacked Chris, maybe now that we are all together they will attack again. They want something.”
“Yeah,” Hank returned. “They want us dead.”
“Not what I meant.”
“But it could be the only thing behind this.”
“Wyatt, where’s your mom?”
Wyatt glanced down at his mom’s body, before looking back up at his dad in his brother’s body. “She’s in the kitchen with Aunt Paige. She wanted to make some potions.” He looked at his brother in his body. “Chris, since you’ve seen a demon involved in some way, maybe you can give them something to go on.”
“It used telekinesis,” Chris told him, “and it can freeze.”
Wyatt frowned. “I beg your pardon?”
Chris laughed. “I mean it can be frozen. That’s a pretty cool power Mom has.”
Wyatt groaned. “You have Mom’s powers?”
Chris stood still and looked at him. His finger’s wiggled in front of him and his lips moved as if he was silently counting something. His lips formed an “O” and he met his brother’s eyes. “You switched powers with Dad didn’t you?”
Wyatt wrinkled his nose at him. “Yes. I have no powers and it’s frustrating.”
“I bet,” Chris agreed easily, “but I think Dad is enjoying having powers, again.”
Wyatt sighed. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want them back.”
“Is there anything else you can tell us about the demon who attacked you?” Janice asked, ever practical.
“He didn’t care for expensive looking vase like things,” Chris retorted.
Wyatt grimaced. “Hal’s going to kill someone.”
Chris gave him a curious look.
“If you are talking about what I think you are talking about,” Wyatt explained, “and they are broken, my boss is going to be pretty mad. They belonged to his dead mother.”
“They’re fine,” Chris assured him. “No one’s quite sure how I managed to injure myself, or yourself. Anyway. The point is the hallway looks just the way it did before, so the jugs or whatever are fine.”
“You were right when you said vase,” Wyatt informed him. “Not sure they really are expensive, but I think Hal’s mom is the one who actually painted them. He’s kind of freaky obsessive when it comes to them.”
Janice looked at her brother and tried not to laugh. Hank grinned and shook his head.
“Anything else?” Wyatt asked, trying to change the subject. When Chris shook his head, Wyatt sighed. “Then, why don’t you go see if you can help Mom and Aunt Paige.”
“Who put you in charge?”
“Chris,” the warning coming from his own voice was a quick reminder that now was not the time.
“Sorry, Dad.” Chris glanced at his cousins, who both just shrugged, before he headed out of the room and toward the kitchen.