Okay, guys, this chapter is the end of my story....but there will be more
Chris centered stories to come!
Disclaimer: Yes...I do own Charmed...in my sleep, at least....sighs
"What are you planning to do to me? Orb around the room and ANNOY me to death?" he says, choking back the gales of mocking laughter in his throat. He stops and immediately his face turns stony and cold. "Master would not be pleased that I was making fun. You must be eliminated, you stand in the way, survivor. There is no way out of here."
"Chris, run," Alex wheezes, the oldest of us all and the only one without a gag around her mouth. The others are all still behind her, struggling but still not escaping or making any progress.
Wyatt kicks her. "Shut up, you," he barks. "I may look small but soon enough you'll be calling ME master...and I will create a new world order for evil to avenge my master's death."
"Wyatt, I don't want to hurt you. You have one chance to surrender, or I promise you I'll attack, and it'll hurt," I bluff, putting up a brave, courageous exterior. "I know you're a victim to the demon's evil ploy, but you have to let it go. Return to the good side. Be with your mother, she's all yours—I'm not planning on staying."
"That's always nice to know," he grins wickedly, "but that's not going to change their fates. As soon as I throw this potion, all of them will be blind to the division of good and evil, their morals will be shattered. They will only know one thing: to obey Wyatt. ME."
He lifts the potion, ready to toss it at them all. I lunge for it—and I end up flying! I scream in shock. I'm up in the air! Wyatt, surprised by my scream, stops throwing the potion and is distracted just long enough for me to grab it from his hands.
"But—you're powers were bound!" he insists as I slowly make my way to the ground.
"It never worked," I explain, "I had telekinesis and orbing, always. Bianca and I unbound the rest of out powers before we came down here. I'm still getting used to them...what in the hell WAS that?"
"Levitation," he muttered. "Damn you. I don't care, though, it's not much of a difference. I just have to destroy you and make a new potion once you're dead." A great, big fireball forms in his hand. "Betcha don't got this power."
I hold up my hand and concentrate. "Please..." I beg. A tingling sensation erupts in my hand and I open my clenched eyes to see a fireball—not as big as Wyatt's, but it was a ball of fire—right in my hands!
"You fool!" Wyatt exclaims. "That little thing will never hurt me!"
I clench my teeth angrily. "We'll see about that. It won't stop me from trying."
We both unleash the fireballs, and a great boom echoes through the Underworld. In the middle of us, the two fireballs have met and are pushing through each other, trying to get to their victim. I close my eyes, panting. The world is blurry as I keep willing with all of my heart for the ball to get to him and not me. The two balls come closer to me, and out of instinct, I orb away—leaving the balls to hit the wall.
"Oh my god," Wyatt curses as the places begins to shake violently. "Look what you did!" He grabbed all of the ropes to the kids, which he suddenly unmasked. "This is all your fault—we'll have been revealed! Now I have to return them all! Damn you!" He takes a fistful of Bianca's hair, orbing her and the kids out.
The ground slowly crumbles beneath my feet. I try to orb again, but that instant a boulder falls on top of me...before I absorb the shock or pain, I find my world is filled with darkness. A hand grabs mine...and I forget everything else.
"Chris? Chris, are you okay?"
I open my eyes. Piper and the other women are hovering over me, this time with a man I don't recognize. We're in the attic...I think....what happened? It all seems so fuzzy...
"Chris, it's me, Piper. Don't you remember me?"
I sit up and rub my head. "I think so...where am I? What happened?"
"You were in the Underworld," the man explains from next to me. "You were going to save everybody down there, and it worked. Everyone's safe now, thanks to you."
"But I don't remember anything," I protest.
"What CAN you remember?" One of the women asks. Phoebe—that was her name, I guess.
"Bianca and I were in the attic, and there was this kind-of-mean boy that came up to us. Then Piper came in and told us about all that stuff. Bianca grabbed the spells and we restored our old powers...that's all I know. I can't remember anything else."
"Well, whatever you did, it caused for all the kids to be returned to the orphanage and the Underworld to go up in smokes. You're a real hero, kid—or should I say, son."
"You're my dad?"
"Yeah..."
"What—where's Bianca? Was she hurt? She's okay, right?"
Piper smiles gently, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. "She's fine, honey. You've been asleep for a few hours. There was a huge earthquake inside the Underworld when Leo orbed you out, and you got hit by a boulder. Leo healed you, but I guess it caused some short term memory loss. Bianca's downstairs, meeting her mother."
"Everybody's okay," I repeat, more of an assurance to myself than a question.
"Yes, they're all fine. Now, have you met Wyatt?"
"Not formally," I say, "just in the attic earlier today."
"Oh, I'll go find him for you. He'll love to meet his little brother."
As she leaves, something's nagging at the back of my mind. Something I was supposed to remember about Wyatt. Something bad. What was it? I know it had something to do with all of the kidnappings, but I just couldn't put my finger on it quite yet.
Wyatt comes grumpily up the stairs. The first thing I see is the cold, stony stare, and all I can think is 'Whoa, déjà vu.'
Disclaimer: Yes...I do own Charmed...in my sleep, at least....sighs
"What are you planning to do to me? Orb around the room and ANNOY me to death?" he says, choking back the gales of mocking laughter in his throat. He stops and immediately his face turns stony and cold. "Master would not be pleased that I was making fun. You must be eliminated, you stand in the way, survivor. There is no way out of here."
"Chris, run," Alex wheezes, the oldest of us all and the only one without a gag around her mouth. The others are all still behind her, struggling but still not escaping or making any progress.
Wyatt kicks her. "Shut up, you," he barks. "I may look small but soon enough you'll be calling ME master...and I will create a new world order for evil to avenge my master's death."
"Wyatt, I don't want to hurt you. You have one chance to surrender, or I promise you I'll attack, and it'll hurt," I bluff, putting up a brave, courageous exterior. "I know you're a victim to the demon's evil ploy, but you have to let it go. Return to the good side. Be with your mother, she's all yours—I'm not planning on staying."
"That's always nice to know," he grins wickedly, "but that's not going to change their fates. As soon as I throw this potion, all of them will be blind to the division of good and evil, their morals will be shattered. They will only know one thing: to obey Wyatt. ME."
He lifts the potion, ready to toss it at them all. I lunge for it—and I end up flying! I scream in shock. I'm up in the air! Wyatt, surprised by my scream, stops throwing the potion and is distracted just long enough for me to grab it from his hands.
"But—you're powers were bound!" he insists as I slowly make my way to the ground.
"It never worked," I explain, "I had telekinesis and orbing, always. Bianca and I unbound the rest of out powers before we came down here. I'm still getting used to them...what in the hell WAS that?"
"Levitation," he muttered. "Damn you. I don't care, though, it's not much of a difference. I just have to destroy you and make a new potion once you're dead." A great, big fireball forms in his hand. "Betcha don't got this power."
I hold up my hand and concentrate. "Please..." I beg. A tingling sensation erupts in my hand and I open my clenched eyes to see a fireball—not as big as Wyatt's, but it was a ball of fire—right in my hands!
"You fool!" Wyatt exclaims. "That little thing will never hurt me!"
I clench my teeth angrily. "We'll see about that. It won't stop me from trying."
We both unleash the fireballs, and a great boom echoes through the Underworld. In the middle of us, the two fireballs have met and are pushing through each other, trying to get to their victim. I close my eyes, panting. The world is blurry as I keep willing with all of my heart for the ball to get to him and not me. The two balls come closer to me, and out of instinct, I orb away—leaving the balls to hit the wall.
"Oh my god," Wyatt curses as the places begins to shake violently. "Look what you did!" He grabbed all of the ropes to the kids, which he suddenly unmasked. "This is all your fault—we'll have been revealed! Now I have to return them all! Damn you!" He takes a fistful of Bianca's hair, orbing her and the kids out.
The ground slowly crumbles beneath my feet. I try to orb again, but that instant a boulder falls on top of me...before I absorb the shock or pain, I find my world is filled with darkness. A hand grabs mine...and I forget everything else.
"Chris? Chris, are you okay?"
I open my eyes. Piper and the other women are hovering over me, this time with a man I don't recognize. We're in the attic...I think....what happened? It all seems so fuzzy...
"Chris, it's me, Piper. Don't you remember me?"
I sit up and rub my head. "I think so...where am I? What happened?"
"You were in the Underworld," the man explains from next to me. "You were going to save everybody down there, and it worked. Everyone's safe now, thanks to you."
"But I don't remember anything," I protest.
"What CAN you remember?" One of the women asks. Phoebe—that was her name, I guess.
"Bianca and I were in the attic, and there was this kind-of-mean boy that came up to us. Then Piper came in and told us about all that stuff. Bianca grabbed the spells and we restored our old powers...that's all I know. I can't remember anything else."
"Well, whatever you did, it caused for all the kids to be returned to the orphanage and the Underworld to go up in smokes. You're a real hero, kid—or should I say, son."
"You're my dad?"
"Yeah..."
"What—where's Bianca? Was she hurt? She's okay, right?"
Piper smiles gently, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. "She's fine, honey. You've been asleep for a few hours. There was a huge earthquake inside the Underworld when Leo orbed you out, and you got hit by a boulder. Leo healed you, but I guess it caused some short term memory loss. Bianca's downstairs, meeting her mother."
"Everybody's okay," I repeat, more of an assurance to myself than a question.
"Yes, they're all fine. Now, have you met Wyatt?"
"Not formally," I say, "just in the attic earlier today."
"Oh, I'll go find him for you. He'll love to meet his little brother."
As she leaves, something's nagging at the back of my mind. Something I was supposed to remember about Wyatt. Something bad. What was it? I know it had something to do with all of the kidnappings, but I just couldn't put my finger on it quite yet.
Wyatt comes grumpily up the stairs. The first thing I see is the cold, stony stare, and all I can think is 'Whoa, déjà vu.'