Never Meant For Him

„Will the door keep it out?" Leo asked while he helped Chris as he pulled a plus table in front of the door. They had built a nice barricade in front of the door in no time. Though, Chris still seemed to be on the verge of panic.

"How should I know?" the young teenager hissed through his teeth. Leo thought back to the other Chris. Yes, he was slightly older when they met, but the other Chris had been composed all the time, even when facing death. However, this teenager acted as the total opposite of that. Then the future Piper's words came back to him. No comparing. He banished the thoughts from his head guiltily.

"I check the Book!" he spoke up and quickly made his way to the old tomb.

Chris shook his head, but his eyes were still fixed on to the door. "There is nothing in the Book!"

"Stop panicking, Chris!" Leo said a little bit hasher than how he intended.

"How should I stop panicking when this thing is just outside the damn door?" the teenager shouted back.

A loud crack prevented Leo from replying. They couldn't exactly see what happened because of those things they placed in front of the door, but the temperature in the room started dropping even more. And the most disturbing sound they ever heard filled the place. Chris knew that noise way too well.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop

"Oh, God!" Chris whispered.

For him, the whole situation seemed like a bad horror movie. Everything was dark, only light came from those few orb lights he summoned into the air during his panicking. One of the most horrifying creatures he ever knew was just breaking through the attic door. Only a creepy music was missing from the background. Though, his overwhelmed mind was coming up with variations for that too. Except the solution which could save their lives was hidden somewhere way too deep.

"Chris, get back!" Leo ordered and for good measure, he physically pulled the boy backwards till they both stood next to the Book.

The dripping got louder and wetter. Something dark was forming on the floor under the boxes and the other furniture in front of the door.

"Its blood," Chris mumbled.

"What?" Leo asked back and tightened his hold on his son's shoulder.

Chris pointed his finger at the puddle which was slowly getting bigger and bigger. "You must not touch it!"

No touching, Leo could live with that! However, the puddle was getting way too big and it seemed to head towards them. They unconsciously took a step backwards, but something soft touched Leo's leg and he spun around quickly. And he barely managed to stop himself from throwing up. It was a head without a jaw (and body). Its eyes moved on their own without synchronization. Its black hair was black and sticky.

Chris yelped as he spotted the head and staggered away from them, losing contact with Leo. His eyes were fixed on the horrific image and of course he was moving backwards. He tripped over something and fell onto the ground, but his legs were still bent over something. He knew that he shouldn't look, but he did anyway. It was an arm. Chris quickly kicked himself away from it. But others appeared and reached for him and he tried to get out of their way frantically, but it seemed to be impossible. Soon though he lost the battle as one gray hand grabbed his left wrist and held it in an iron-grip. Chris tried to yank it free, but he didn't succeed. He let out a frustrated shout. He knew from past experience that he really didn't want himself to be held down again.

However, suddenly Leo was by his side with something dangerously resembling an axe. He told Chris to stay still, which he did reluctantly. Leo brought the axe down hard enough that it cut the offending arm in half. The grip loosened a little which made it possible for Chris to peel it off his arm. Leo appeared next to him again, this time pulling him up to standing position. They backed away from the attacking arms and other disgusting body parts together.

"Where did you get that from?" Chris asked looking wearily at the axe.

"In this family it shouldn't be such a surprise that there is an axe in the attic," Leo replied, "though, it isn't that effective."

He was right. The hand which he had cut was crawling towards them slowly.

"It won't stop till we kill the soul," Chris said. His voice was trembling as a tell-tale sign that he was a barely surpassing his panic.

"Where is the soul?" Leo asked his eyes scanning the room.

Chris stopped his movements as he felt something on his neck. It was cold and it came intermittently. It was the breath of the dead.

"Right behind me…" Chris forced out.

They both spun around and Leo had already raised the axe in order to attack the soul. The creature turned his head towards the man and its jaw dropped unnaturally deep. A high-pitched scream broke out of its throat which came with an energy blast. Its force sent Leo flying till he crashed against the shelves which then gave crashing down and buried the man underneath.

As Chris glanced worriedly at his father he saw something which finally seemed to give them a tiny hope. Behind the broken furniture was a huge rock in which was impaled the legendary sword, Excalibur. A thought occurred to the young brunette boy. Wyatt brought his Excalibur with him from the future, so there were two of them in the past with them. Which meant that with a mad dash he could save his father and himself from this living Hell. However, before he could move a muscle, he was grabbed by his neck. He was way too close to the rotting soul to even start the mad dash. With both of his hands he grabbed the rotting arm and tried to free his windpipe. But the evil creature didn't weaver.

As he was fighting for a gulp of air desperately, the soul leaned way too close to him. Its mouth moved and it formed an unearthy grin. The next moment the brunette boy was thrown to the ground forcefully. Chris gasped for air, but his instincts made him jump to his feet shakily and he tried to start his mad dash. However, he barely took a step, when his feet were pulled out of underneath him and he was on the ground again. So, the soul wanted him to suffer a great time before he was allowed to die. But he didn't want it. He didn't want to die like that. He didn't want to die at all!

Soon that became the only coherent thought in his overwhelmed mind.

He was pulled backwards again and while the fingers on one of his hands were desperately scratching the floor to stop it, he stretched out his other arm in the direction of the legendary sword.

"Excalibur!" He cried out.

The sword shone with a warm glow and it flew out of the stone into his out stretched hand. As his fingers closed around the weapon, he spun around on the ground. The soul let go of his leg and with another high-pitched scream it jumped at him. Chris grabbed the sword with both of his hands and simply held it in front of his body. The soul's momentum impaled the damn creature onto the shiny weapon. There was another not human scream and the creature disappeared in a black smoke.

Chris let the sword fall to the side, his right hand still holding it in a firm grip.

Silence fell over the attic.

"Chris?" he heard after several seconds. He didn't reply just continued staring at the dark ceiling. There was noise again signaling that Leo was making his way out of the ruins of the shelves. After a minute or two he appeared in his son's line of vision.

"Are you alright?" he asked worry way too clear on his face.

Chris blinked up at him with eyes bright from unshed tears. However, he didn't reply. How could he? The enormous magic of the sword was still running through his veins and he needed every little drop of his willpower to contain it. This magic kept him away from this legendary weapon during his whole childhood. It always tempted him with power. But this time he couldn't shout for Wyatt to take it away from him. No. This time he needed to find a way to last long enough to survive this night. But he had no damn clue how he will manage.

"I hate this sword!" he whispered tiredly.

Leo's eyes shone with sadness and worry.