Okay, this is a sad-teary fic. Please remember, folks—darklighters also try
to attack their victims mentally...that's what happens here.
Chris and Leo fight a lot, Wyatt's evil, Chris is fourteen...okay, that's all you need to know.
R&R plz!!
"If you're just going to leave me here, can I ask you of one last favor?" Chris choked, tears running down his cheeks. He saw his father sigh in impatience. "Just one little favor," Chris added quickly.
"What is it, Chris? They're calling."
"Don't ever come back," he pleaded bitterly, telekinetically hurling his father at the wall. "Never, ever come back. I never want to see your face again."
Leo slowly rose up from the corner of the foyer, a hurt look in his eyes. He knew that he hadn't seen Chris in months, that he had been too focused on Wyatt to pay any attention to him. And he knew that it must be hard for Chris to see Wyatt kill their own mother...but Leo was hot on Wyatt's trail, he couldn't linger to help.
"Fine. It's a deal." He orbed away before more of the lost tears fell from his son's cheek.
Chris muffled another sob. It was his fourteenth birthday—and Wyatt had given him the biggest present of them all. Death; the one thing that can never be changed.
Only Wyatt hadn't killed Chris, of course. No—Wyatt was planning to let him suffer. That's why their mother was the first to die. There would be more destruction, Chris was sure of it. And he knew in his heart that he would be the last.
Didn't Wyatt even feel the littlest bit of hesitation in killing his own flesh and blood? Would he regret it? Chris didn't know and he didn't care. As long as Wyatt was away they were safe—or as safe as anyone can be around this war-torn demon-ruled world. Maybe tomorrow, he'd wake up and everything will have changed.
Then again, maybe tomorrow he wouldn't ever wake up. Nobody really knew whether or not they'd see a new day...or somebody would find their dead body mangled from demon torture.
"Wyatt," he moaned. "Why did you do this to me?"
His body was bruised and gashes bled all over the floor. He had tried to protect Piper, but he'd failed. He was a sad excuse for a half- whitelighter. Wyatt had still managed to kill her and get past Chris' powerful attempts to save her.
Leo hadn't even offered to heal him.
"Where should I go?" he asked himself, the reality slowly numbing his mind. She was dead, dead, dead. His mother was dead.
"Who should I turn to now?"
He looked up at the ceiling, considering going to the Magic School. No, he wouldn't be that thick. His Aunt Paige would just start grieving, then cut classes and piss off Gideon. Gideon would take Chris in, but...well, Chris never felt comfortable near the man. Neither did Wyatt, come to think of it.
Aunt Phoebe was always a possibility, but he didn't want to bother her. She was on vacation with Jason and Mel, having a great time.
Yeah, everybody was having a great time. None of them would realize he was gone until it was too late to find him. By then he'd be far away, having left without a trace.
First he'd pack up some normal essentials, the clothes and toothbrush and stuff like that. Then he cast the spells. One ensured that they couldn't sense him, the next warded off evil from the manor, and the last protected his remaining family from harm while they were gone. He left a note by the door that explained everything, took the scrying crystals, a map, some vanquishing potions, and a notebook of spells he always kept.
After securing his savings in the front pocket of his bag, he quietly left the manor, taking one last look at Piper's body before clicking the door shut.
"I'm a bad person," the darklighter whispered. "Wyatt will kill everyone because of me."
Chris' eyes welled up with tears. "I'm a bad...no, no—stop it! This isn't me, just go away..."
"It's all my fault..."
"No!" Chris cried.
"I know it's my fault. Piper wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me resisting him. Why don't I just end it now? Nobody would know—nobody would care if I jumped."
Chris looked hesitantly down at the rushing cars below him, then to the violently thrashing waves hitting the bridge. Either way, he'd be killed in an instant. No more pain. No more suffering.
"But I don't want to jump."
"It's for the best, I know it in my heart. If I die than Wyatt will stop with the murder. The world will be a happier place without me. I only hurt others, there's no way I can possibly help..." The darklighter smirked. His strategy was working, the boy would jump and never become a whitelighter.
But the darklighter was confused. The boy would receive charges in nine years but remain alive, never have died. Was he twice-blessed? He didn't know and he honestly didn't care. Either way, this boy had to die, and now. Too much light and innocence radiated off of him. He was too pure.
"I only hurt others," Chris choked, banging his fist on a pillar, "there's no way I can possibly help. If I die...Wyatt will stop."
Chris braced himself. Would it hurt? He didn't know...but something wasn't right. This wasn't him! It was almost as if someone was controlling his thoughts. Could anyone do that?
He closed his eyes. It was time to jump.
"Chris!" someone shrieked. "Chris, get down from there—what the hell are you thinking?"
'I only cause pain,' the darklighter said desperately. 'I need to jump NOW!'
"I only cause pain." Chris choked back a sob and turned to see Leo standing behind him. "I have to do this, Leo. It's the only way."
"Damn it, don't you take another step young man! I'm coming over there, stop this!" Leo started to run for him, but found that he was too late.
"I'm sorry, dad," Chris whispered, stepping off the ledge. He was falling downwards towards the water below. He didn't fully register why he had stepped off, but it seemed right, like he was supposed to.
The force of hitting the water was no more bearable than hitting solid concrete. The instant he smacked it he lost all awareness of what was happening...he was numb, just like before...but this time there was darkness.
Chris and Leo fight a lot, Wyatt's evil, Chris is fourteen...okay, that's all you need to know.
R&R plz!!
"If you're just going to leave me here, can I ask you of one last favor?" Chris choked, tears running down his cheeks. He saw his father sigh in impatience. "Just one little favor," Chris added quickly.
"What is it, Chris? They're calling."
"Don't ever come back," he pleaded bitterly, telekinetically hurling his father at the wall. "Never, ever come back. I never want to see your face again."
Leo slowly rose up from the corner of the foyer, a hurt look in his eyes. He knew that he hadn't seen Chris in months, that he had been too focused on Wyatt to pay any attention to him. And he knew that it must be hard for Chris to see Wyatt kill their own mother...but Leo was hot on Wyatt's trail, he couldn't linger to help.
"Fine. It's a deal." He orbed away before more of the lost tears fell from his son's cheek.
Chris muffled another sob. It was his fourteenth birthday—and Wyatt had given him the biggest present of them all. Death; the one thing that can never be changed.
Only Wyatt hadn't killed Chris, of course. No—Wyatt was planning to let him suffer. That's why their mother was the first to die. There would be more destruction, Chris was sure of it. And he knew in his heart that he would be the last.
Didn't Wyatt even feel the littlest bit of hesitation in killing his own flesh and blood? Would he regret it? Chris didn't know and he didn't care. As long as Wyatt was away they were safe—or as safe as anyone can be around this war-torn demon-ruled world. Maybe tomorrow, he'd wake up and everything will have changed.
Then again, maybe tomorrow he wouldn't ever wake up. Nobody really knew whether or not they'd see a new day...or somebody would find their dead body mangled from demon torture.
"Wyatt," he moaned. "Why did you do this to me?"
His body was bruised and gashes bled all over the floor. He had tried to protect Piper, but he'd failed. He was a sad excuse for a half- whitelighter. Wyatt had still managed to kill her and get past Chris' powerful attempts to save her.
Leo hadn't even offered to heal him.
"Where should I go?" he asked himself, the reality slowly numbing his mind. She was dead, dead, dead. His mother was dead.
"Who should I turn to now?"
He looked up at the ceiling, considering going to the Magic School. No, he wouldn't be that thick. His Aunt Paige would just start grieving, then cut classes and piss off Gideon. Gideon would take Chris in, but...well, Chris never felt comfortable near the man. Neither did Wyatt, come to think of it.
Aunt Phoebe was always a possibility, but he didn't want to bother her. She was on vacation with Jason and Mel, having a great time.
Yeah, everybody was having a great time. None of them would realize he was gone until it was too late to find him. By then he'd be far away, having left without a trace.
First he'd pack up some normal essentials, the clothes and toothbrush and stuff like that. Then he cast the spells. One ensured that they couldn't sense him, the next warded off evil from the manor, and the last protected his remaining family from harm while they were gone. He left a note by the door that explained everything, took the scrying crystals, a map, some vanquishing potions, and a notebook of spells he always kept.
After securing his savings in the front pocket of his bag, he quietly left the manor, taking one last look at Piper's body before clicking the door shut.
"I'm a bad person," the darklighter whispered. "Wyatt will kill everyone because of me."
Chris' eyes welled up with tears. "I'm a bad...no, no—stop it! This isn't me, just go away..."
"It's all my fault..."
"No!" Chris cried.
"I know it's my fault. Piper wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me resisting him. Why don't I just end it now? Nobody would know—nobody would care if I jumped."
Chris looked hesitantly down at the rushing cars below him, then to the violently thrashing waves hitting the bridge. Either way, he'd be killed in an instant. No more pain. No more suffering.
"But I don't want to jump."
"It's for the best, I know it in my heart. If I die than Wyatt will stop with the murder. The world will be a happier place without me. I only hurt others, there's no way I can possibly help..." The darklighter smirked. His strategy was working, the boy would jump and never become a whitelighter.
But the darklighter was confused. The boy would receive charges in nine years but remain alive, never have died. Was he twice-blessed? He didn't know and he honestly didn't care. Either way, this boy had to die, and now. Too much light and innocence radiated off of him. He was too pure.
"I only hurt others," Chris choked, banging his fist on a pillar, "there's no way I can possibly help. If I die...Wyatt will stop."
Chris braced himself. Would it hurt? He didn't know...but something wasn't right. This wasn't him! It was almost as if someone was controlling his thoughts. Could anyone do that?
He closed his eyes. It was time to jump.
"Chris!" someone shrieked. "Chris, get down from there—what the hell are you thinking?"
'I only cause pain,' the darklighter said desperately. 'I need to jump NOW!'
"I only cause pain." Chris choked back a sob and turned to see Leo standing behind him. "I have to do this, Leo. It's the only way."
"Damn it, don't you take another step young man! I'm coming over there, stop this!" Leo started to run for him, but found that he was too late.
"I'm sorry, dad," Chris whispered, stepping off the ledge. He was falling downwards towards the water below. He didn't fully register why he had stepped off, but it seemed right, like he was supposed to.
The force of hitting the water was no more bearable than hitting solid concrete. The instant he smacked it he lost all awareness of what was happening...he was numb, just like before...but this time there was darkness.