It appeared on the wall directly across from him. He noticed it immediately, the foreign magic making itself known to him within his home and a slight smile spread across his lips. Nothing interesting had happened in weeks. The resistance was basically nonexistent and what remained of the elders were still stuck in their non interference ways of the past, the cowardly fools. Yes, he needed something to entertain him. So with welcoming arms he turned to look at the blue portal expecting a guest to step through any second.
He was caught off guard, instead of someone stepping through, the portal began to expand. Growing bigger and bigger the portal began to draw him closer. It was meant for him. For a second he entertained the idea of breaking free, a simple matter, but he was bored. A little chaos was exactly what he needed. So with no reservations he gracefully stepped into the portal. With only the smallest of smirks playing on his lips giving away his anticipation.
Instantly he recognized the magic as soon as he touched it. He had played with every magic available to him. Time travel. Wherever this portal was sending him wasn't only a where but more of a when.
The future would be an interesting place to visit.
Thoughts of seeing how the world shaped by him would look in a couple years began dancing in his mind. Was he still alive in the future? A silly thought. It didn't matter if he was alive or dead anymore. There was no one else that mattered left alive now. He was all that was left. He tried to brush off his train of thoughts but they continued to drift in a direction he knew they were heading.
Henry. Henry and Prue. He could check on them, they were still alive now. But what would be the point? Hate like that doesn't disappear in a single lifetime. No, either he was dead, or they were. He was surprised they had made it this far without killing each other. Yet he knew why, the one rule that even he still bowed to, you don't kill family.
But how long will that last? In the future nothing was certain, not even family.
When the portal finally began to spit him out he still managed to keep his bearings and landed smoothly, in the middle of the road. Luckily he appeared to be in a residential area so no cars immediately crushed him. Deciding not to chance his already dismal luck he started leisurely walking to the side of the road.
Brushing off invisible dust from his jacket he began to take in his surroundings. Starting with the sun, the blinding sun that he hadn't seen in years. The light radiating off it painting the world with a soft glow. Then he noticed the air, the soft air that greeted his lungs like an old friend. He took a deep breath to appreciate the richness that surrounded him. And then his eyes were drawn upwards to face something from his nightmares.
The manor, still intact, was standing right before him in all it's glory. He had to shake his head to stifle a laugh. He knew where he was. He was in the past.
A slight urge filled him to orb to the attic and greet his would be family. Which he promptly brushed away. He had no idea exactly when he was, if he was even born yet. So he settled on stealth. Quickly turning invisible he walked to the side of the manor. Thankfully the girls still hadn't learned the value of locking their windows.
Although he found squeezing though a window quite demeaning it was defiantly less suspicious than a door randomly opening and closing. Or orbs appearing with no body for that matter. However luck seemed to be on his side today, for once, no one was around.
With bated breath he looked around his old home. There were baby toys scattered across the floor but not very many pictures of kids. Along with the furniture the house looked to be from around twenty years ago. Deciding it would be a good idea to find out exactly what he was walking into he started heading towards the attic. Where he might find the girls or the remnants of some potion which would tell him what they were hunting this time.
As soon as he entered the attic he recognized exactly when he was. He was starring at a titan. But even as he realized the true implications of him being in this time he was still able to keep his composure. That is until he turned his head and saw another him. He recognized him instantly, not by his appearance but by his magic. Over the years he had developed his sensing power relentlessly and that man's magic was so distinctly him it could only be himself.
The next few moments flew by in an amusing blur. The other him altered time and introduced himself as Chris Perry. It was almost ironic to watch another future him talk to past versions of his family. Chris Perry hinted at an interesting future that he supposedly came from. However Chris knew himself well enough to tell when he was lying. But It was obvious that Chris wasn't from the same future he was from. For one thing he would never wear those shoes. So that left the question, Where was he from?
As he continued to observe Chris he noticed other differences in areas other than just their shoes.
That Chris had short mousy brown hair and almost ghostly pale skin, probably from too much time underground or in a future without sun like his own. In his own future there was no sun either but he spent a significant amount of time in the underworld to the point he had developed a slight tan from all the fire. Different still, his own hair fell lazily to his shoulders and was a coal black, the result of one too many explosive potions.
The differences continued in their clothes. Wearing a red shirt, light brown jacket, and blue jeans, Chris looked like a regular person off the street. His own attire stood out a bit more. With a lot more black and a look that expressed it's finer quality he looked more like an exotic animal that had some how found its way into the city.
However he found the biggest differences were in their faces. Chris looked beaten, tired, yet with hope and determination still in the corner of his eyes. He had a look of a leader, someone with the world on his shoulders. His jade eyes guarded and firm but burning with a passion for a set goal, while still haunted with something unsaid.
His own face was no where near as warm. No emotions played on his features, he held a look of pure malice. His dull green eyes were like ice, revealing nothing to his enemies. Exhaustion was the only thing that slightly mirrored the other Chris, but to an unnoticeable amount. He didn't have the look of a leader but of a dictator and a murderer. As it should, because that is what I am. He looked cold and unmoving, with a hint of insanity behind his ruthless exterior.
Their only similarity was their figure. Both lean and seemingly underfed yet with carefully toned muscles hidden beneath each of their clothes. That and the odd familiarity between the two was the only clue that they were the same person. He assured himself that no one other than himself would connect the two.
He was drawn out of his thoughts when another person entered the room. Her figure slightly surprising him.
So that's Piper, the mother I never knew.
She instantly began arguing with the other Chris which struck him as a little tragic and he began wondering what the other Chris must be thinking. Then all of his thoughts were pushed to the side. When That Man orbed in and the room began to spin. He allowed his hatred to bubble to the surface for five seconds. Five seconds later he was starring at Leo, the man he had killed, with a cold look in his eyes that said he was considering killing him twice.
He quickly shook off his murderous thoughts with vicious discipline, he was having too much fun to expose himself now. Finally tearing his eyes away from Leo he looked at the one person his eyes had been avoiding. Phoebe. She looked so young, so happy, that a small smile found its way onto his face. Which he quickly smothered and decided to begin separating these people from the ones he knew. Which, in a way, would probably save Leo's life if he ever came in contact with him again. Not that he cared what happened to the man.
As the girls and Leo began running downstairs he switched his focus back to the other him. What is his plan? And he did have a plan, he knew himself too well to underestimate him. Chris walked to the book of shadows and began flipping through the pages. Following Chris he noticed how different the book of shadows looked in this time and began to wonder if it would still accept him. Had he changed too much?
He reached out and touched the page Chris had momentarily stopped at. When nothing happened he released a breath he didn't know he had been holding as he momentarily relaxed. Running a hand through his hair he scolded himself. Get a grip! You've been in the past less than a day and your already loosing it.
Visibly seeing the results of him slamming down his walls he realized just how rattled he was. Taking a glace at the other him he pieced together the beginnings of his plan. His other self had come to this time for a reason. He was using the titans as an excuse to make a spot for himself, getting rid of Leo at the same time. He had to admit it was a good plan. If only he knew why. Why was his other self going through all this trouble?
Figuring he had enough to go on for the moment, and not wanting to risk snapping in front of himself just yet, he turned and walked out of the attic.
With all the confusion downstairs, the threat of the titans and all, he easily made it out of the house unnoticed. Standing outside the manor he finally released his invisibility and began planning his next move. First things first, he needed a base of operations.
Wow. First story turns out to be a Chris fic. Who would have guessed? Anyways thank-you to everyone who read my first attempt at a successful fanfic. I hope it wasn't too terrible. ^^'