Both Sides of the Coin

Chapter 1- All Hell Breaks Loose…Again

Disclaimer: I own nothing…yeah I think that covers it.

A/N: I've decided that I want to turn my three newest stories into a competition, whichever one receives the most votes, I will continue… so Vote for Forever Chronicles, Both Sides of the Coin, or Darkness Falls.

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The sky was a dark gray color, not something that was very usual for San Francisco until his highness Wyatt Mathew Halliwell took control over North America, ash falling from the sky like snow or rain. A young boy, looking about fourteen or fifteen, ran through the destroyed streets of the once beautiful city and away from his pursuers, several gruff looking men with cross bows. He made several turns through abandoned alleyways only to come face to face with a brick wall, not something someone who is running away from several other people wants to see right at that moment of time. He turned to face the weapon wielding group, who had now closed in on him, only to see them part to allow a snake like man to come towards him.

"Christopher," the snake man hissed at the skinny brown haired teenager as he stopped about a foot away from him smirking in triumph. Chris just stared back blankly, pissing Voldemort off majorly.

"Voldy, wonderful to see you again, I've missed you but, dear I do have to be going and I'm sure my brother still has you on a short leash after that last attempt to capture me failed so miserably" The young boy taunted the older reptilian looking man, who was infuriated by this comment that the young man had thrown out so nonchalantly towards him. "Voldy" pulled out a long stick from his robes, and pointed towards Christopher.

"How dare you, you infidel I will not be insulted by a child who isn't even half my age," the older of the two yelled angrily prepared to curse the younger of the two.

"So you admit it," he joked" you know they always say admittance is the first step to acceptance."

"Your brother is extremely displeased with you Christopher, why he hasn't killed you yet still astounds me" Voldemort grounded out, attempting ignore that last comment about his age.

"I've noticed that a lot of people are "extremely displeased with me" but personally I really don't care, and if you think I'm going to return and be a nice little puppy for "King Wyatt", you've got another thing coming to you," Chris growled as he whipped his arm out sending Voldemort into a wall. He turned to the group of men with crossbows, who shot the arrows at him.

"Arrows," Chris commanded as the arrows disappeared in a flash of blue and white lights, then they appeared again, aimed for the men. The arrows hit the men and they imploded in a burst of black, dark blue and purple lights. Voldemort rose from his crumbled form and took a fighting stance, wand held high in the air, while Chris glared defiantly towards him.

"Lord Wyatt wanted me to bring you back unharmed, but obviously your stubborn will stops me from doing so, I guess he'll have to understand why I have to bring you back bloody and beaten" Voldemort spoke almost gleefully, the key word being almost, as he aimed his wand towards the boy with the intent of striking him down.

"Bring it," Christ yelled as he moved swiftly to avoid the first stream of green heading his way. Voldemort continuously hurled curses and hexes of various types at him, each time Chris managed to evade it with little to no damage to his health. Chris jerked his hand forward knocking the wand out of Lord Voldemort's hand effectively halting the assault momentarily, while the snake-like man retrieved his wand. Chris continued his telekinetic assault until Voldemort had no choice but to use an unforgivable curse on the young man. While Voldemort was doing so, Chris held his hand out and streaks of lighting flew from his hand but instead of being aimed at the man trying to kill him, it was shot towards the sky, like a warning or a signal.

"Avada Kedavra "the spell came out quickly and hit Chris just as fast, incapacitating him. Voldemort picked up Chris's limp body and apparated towards the mansion where Wyatt Halliwell was residing and the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World was sure that the overlord of North America was going to royally pissed off at him for injuring his younger brother. Amazingly, Voldemort had gotten to the mansion in just enough time for Wyatt to be able to use one of the many genies that the young overlord had managed to acquire and, by acquire we mean enslave, to save the young teenager who just had his soul ripped from his body mercilessly by his brother's new "business partner", relatively speaking of course. As soon as Chris was out of immediate danger, Wyatt had one of his many servants move him to the medical area in his mansion. While Chris was laid in a cot in a medical area to recover, Wyatt took Voldemort into another room, a more secluded room where no one can hear you scream.

"What do you think you were doing? This isn't a prisoner or a captive; this is my brother we're talking about, the same brother who you nearly killed! Had you not had the intelligence to come here immediately, my brother would be dead, and so would you" Wyatt fumed as he paced back and forth in front of Voldemort who was slightly frightened by the other man's anger, seeing as how his anger was making things rise from their original positions and into the air, as if ready to be thrown at him.

"You must understand, your brother is not the easiest person to convince to leave his morals to come sit at your side "like a loyal little puppy", I think was how he put it" Voldemort defended himself as Wyatt turned to him with a grin that just leaked out evil, causing Voldemort to shrink away at the sight the most powerful being in the world's demeaning smirk.

"Well, since you know him so well, then I am charging you with the task of changing my brother over to our side, make him see there is no such thing as good or evil, just power, and maybe I'll keep you and you death things around for a little while longer. He'll be living in the extra room in your quarters…" Wyatt commanded as he left the room chuckling sinisterly, the Dark Lord of England following dutifully, silently cursing himself for giving Lord Wyatt the opening that he had used to make him watch the ungrateful brat known as Christopher Victor Perry Halliwell, the most stubborn boy in the world. They headed back into the medical bay, to see several demons struggling to keep Chris down on the cot even though he was bound to the bed.

"I hate this place," Voldemort complained s he moved to help the beings that were so much lower than him.

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