Room 208, Friday afternoon, 1:00 PM
Wyatt was sitting on his bed, flipping through the Book of Shadows and taking notes. There had to be a spell in here he could use to return his parents and aunts to life. There were spells to summon spirits and spells to vanquish ghosts, but nothing so far to restore the dead. But he knew there had to be a way to do it, and he knew he had the power to make it work.
Barbas was watching. His attacks had been unsuccessful up to this point, so he decided to try a different tactic. He waved his hand to determine Wyatt's greatest fear and smiled to himself as he conjured up a good illusion.
Chris entered the room. "What are you working on?" he asked his brother.
"Looking for a spell," Wyatt admitted absently. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell his brother exactly what he was up to. Flipping a page in the Book, he finally found the spell he was looking for, not realizing it was part of Barbas's illusion. "That's it," he said, scanning the page. The ingredients to cast the spell were questionable, but he could make it work.
"A spell for what?" Chris asked, walking over so he could read over Wyatt's shoulder.
"Nothing," Wyatt said, trying to slide his notes over to hide the page from Chris's eyes.
"Dude," Chris said, snatching the notes from Wyatt's hand. "What the hell are you planning?"
"It's a spell to bring Mom and Dad back, okay?" Wyatt said.
"Wy, I don't think that's a good idea," Chris said.
Barbas smirked. This was going nicely according to his plan.
"I don't care what you think," Wyatt said. "I'm going to cast it. Don't you want Mom and Dad back? And our Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige? I know I'm willing to do whatever it takes to bring them back."
"Please don't," Chris begged. "We're messing with things we don't understand."
Wyatt pushed Chris back. "I'm going to do this, and I'm not going to let you stop me," he said.
"Dude," Chris said, pushing him back. "Chill out. Stop for a minute and think about what you're doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing!" Wyatt snapped, growing angry. "Now back off and let me do this."
"I can't do that," Chris said.
"You don't have a choice," Wyatt said, using his TK to throw Chris across the room.
Chris wasn't expecting that and he flew into the wall hard. "Dude," he croaked. "What the hell?"
Wyatt suddenly found he had the control over his powers that he craved. He clenched his fist, choking Chris with his TK and lifting him off the floor. "I can do whatever I want," he said. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Nothing!" He clenched his fist tighter, determined to show Chris just who was in control here. With a final twist of his wrist, he let Chris crumple lifelessly to the floor.
Then the rage drained from him, and he stared at Chris's body. "Chris?" he said hesitantly.
Barbas stepped close behind Wyatt. "You've let your thirst for power overtake your love for your brother," he whispered.
"No, no. . . ." Wyatt knelt beside Chris, putting a shaking hand on his shoulder. "Chris, c'mon, wake up, I didn't mean to. Chris, please!"
Barbas was so close to victory he could taste it.
Which, of course, would be when the real Chris knocked on the door. "Wy? Hey, dude, I need the book."
Wyatt looked up at the door, confused. "Chris?"
"Chris is dead," Barbas whispered, grasping to hold on to Wyatt's fear.
"Dude, let me in," Chris said, knocking harder.
"Chris!" Wyatt yelled.
That was definitely panic or fear in his brother's voice. Chris shouldered open the door to find Wyatt kneeling next to... nothing. He rushed over and shook his shoulder. "Wyatt, snap out of it!"
Barbas clenched his fists in frustration and disappeared.
The illusion of Chris on the floor vanished. Wyatt jumped to his feet and engulfed the real Chris in a bear hug. "Chris, you're all right!"
Chris hugged his brother back. "Dude, what the hell was that all about?"
Wyatt let go of Chris, stepping back and looking around in confusion. "I don't know," he said, dazed. "You were here, and we started fighting, and. . . ."
"But I just got here," Chris said. "I was hoping I could borrow the book."
"No, you were here," Wyatt insisted. "You didn't like the spell I found in the Book." He glanced at the Book of Shadows, which was opened to a page on Familiars. "Wait, the spell's gone, too."
Chris glanced over Wyatt's shoulder. "Whatever that was must have made you imagine the whole thing."
"It just seemed so real," Wyatt said. "You were right there."
"Well, now I'm here and I'm fine and we have some work to do," Chris said.
"Why, what's going on?" Wyatt said, secretly relieved that Chris wasn't pushing him for details. "Why do you need the Book?"
"I'm not sure," Chris said. "I'm hoping the Book will help." He proceeded to tell Wyatt everything he knew about what had happened that day.
[ooc: Preplayed with neurotic_witch and . . . neurotic_witch. Post is open for any seeking Wyatt, but Chris has left.]
Barbas was watching. His attacks had been unsuccessful up to this point, so he decided to try a different tactic. He waved his hand to determine Wyatt's greatest fear and smiled to himself as he conjured up a good illusion.
Chris entered the room. "What are you working on?" he asked his brother.
"Looking for a spell," Wyatt admitted absently. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell his brother exactly what he was up to. Flipping a page in the Book, he finally found the spell he was looking for, not realizing it was part of Barbas's illusion. "That's it," he said, scanning the page. The ingredients to cast the spell were questionable, but he could make it work.
"A spell for what?" Chris asked, walking over so he could read over Wyatt's shoulder.
"Nothing," Wyatt said, trying to slide his notes over to hide the page from Chris's eyes.
"Dude," Chris said, snatching the notes from Wyatt's hand. "What the hell are you planning?"
"It's a spell to bring Mom and Dad back, okay?" Wyatt said.
"Wy, I don't think that's a good idea," Chris said.
Barbas smirked. This was going nicely according to his plan.
"I don't care what you think," Wyatt said. "I'm going to cast it. Don't you want Mom and Dad back? And our Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige? I know I'm willing to do whatever it takes to bring them back."
"Please don't," Chris begged. "We're messing with things we don't understand."
Wyatt pushed Chris back. "I'm going to do this, and I'm not going to let you stop me," he said.
"Dude," Chris said, pushing him back. "Chill out. Stop for a minute and think about what you're doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing!" Wyatt snapped, growing angry. "Now back off and let me do this."
"I can't do that," Chris said.
"You don't have a choice," Wyatt said, using his TK to throw Chris across the room.
Chris wasn't expecting that and he flew into the wall hard. "Dude," he croaked. "What the hell?"
Wyatt suddenly found he had the control over his powers that he craved. He clenched his fist, choking Chris with his TK and lifting him off the floor. "I can do whatever I want," he said. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Nothing!" He clenched his fist tighter, determined to show Chris just who was in control here. With a final twist of his wrist, he let Chris crumple lifelessly to the floor.
Then the rage drained from him, and he stared at Chris's body. "Chris?" he said hesitantly.
Barbas stepped close behind Wyatt. "You've let your thirst for power overtake your love for your brother," he whispered.
"No, no. . . ." Wyatt knelt beside Chris, putting a shaking hand on his shoulder. "Chris, c'mon, wake up, I didn't mean to. Chris, please!"
Barbas was so close to victory he could taste it.
Which, of course, would be when the real Chris knocked on the door. "Wy? Hey, dude, I need the book."
Wyatt looked up at the door, confused. "Chris?"
"Chris is dead," Barbas whispered, grasping to hold on to Wyatt's fear.
"Dude, let me in," Chris said, knocking harder.
"Chris!" Wyatt yelled.
That was definitely panic or fear in his brother's voice. Chris shouldered open the door to find Wyatt kneeling next to... nothing. He rushed over and shook his shoulder. "Wyatt, snap out of it!"
Barbas clenched his fists in frustration and disappeared.
The illusion of Chris on the floor vanished. Wyatt jumped to his feet and engulfed the real Chris in a bear hug. "Chris, you're all right!"
Chris hugged his brother back. "Dude, what the hell was that all about?"
Wyatt let go of Chris, stepping back and looking around in confusion. "I don't know," he said, dazed. "You were here, and we started fighting, and. . . ."
"But I just got here," Chris said. "I was hoping I could borrow the book."
"No, you were here," Wyatt insisted. "You didn't like the spell I found in the Book." He glanced at the Book of Shadows, which was opened to a page on Familiars. "Wait, the spell's gone, too."
Chris glanced over Wyatt's shoulder. "Whatever that was must have made you imagine the whole thing."
"It just seemed so real," Wyatt said. "You were right there."
"Well, now I'm here and I'm fine and we have some work to do," Chris said.
"Why, what's going on?" Wyatt said, secretly relieved that Chris wasn't pushing him for details. "Why do you need the Book?"
"I'm not sure," Chris said. "I'm hoping the Book will help." He proceeded to tell Wyatt everything he knew about what had happened that day.
[ooc: Preplayed with neurotic_witch and . . . neurotic_witch. Post is open for any seeking Wyatt, but Chris has left.]