Halliwell Mutant
Ch 1: Attacks and Power
Chris woke with a start he had the dream once again. For the last few months Chris had been plagued with a dream that left him with a feeling of dread that it took him hours to feel like normal. He never really remembered what happened in the dream once he woke up. All he could pull up no matter hard he tried were green eyes that were shining with tears. A single tear streaming down her face. He couldn't see anything else but her face but he knew that it was a girl. Along with the picture a few fractured words were able to break its way through into his mind.
You can't take my babies…We're freaks. Mutants!
No matter how hard he tried to make sense of these words he couldn't figure out what they meant. His Aunt Paige had once told him that dreams came from a person's subconscious. If that was true why was he hearing words that called mutants freaks. He had never thought that mutants were freaks. They were people just like his family that were born with special abilities. Mutants were a constant reminder of what would happen if his family's powers were ever discovered.
Chris sighed and looked at the alarm clock that was near his bed. It was barely six thirty and he was already awake. Chris knew from experience that once he had that dream he would not be able to get back to sleep so he decided that he might as well get out of bed and get ready for school.
Chris walked out of his room and made his way to the bathroom. As he waited for the water to warm his thoughts turned to his family. He had been born into a family filled with powerful witches. His mother and aunts was none other than the infamous Charmed Ones. They had been responsible for the death of every major demon that had risen to power over the years. That was then, now a day the Charmed Ones hardly ever met.
His mom Piper was always busy. She was the owner and manager of two of the most successful businesses in San Francisco. P3 was still around and was a major power in this cities night life. Then there was her restaurant Charmed that had been rated a five star restaurant for the last five years. So it was no surprise that she was always busy. Chris was lucky to be awake before she went to work in the morning and on most days he was asleep before she came home from P3. She had almost completely retired from demon hunting preferring to let Paige and Wyatt take over.
His Aunt Phoebe had become a nationally known advice columnist who was now working in New York for the Daily Bugle. She had released three books that had all became best sellers. Since her and her husband Coop both lived in New York he could only remember meeting her three times. The first time was because a major demon that had been able to unite the underworld had needed the power of three to vanquish him. The second time was when she had visited for Christmas, that was over three years ago. The third and last time he had seen
her was when his Grandpa Victor had died. She had flown in the morning of his funeral and had been on her way back to New York two hours after her father had been laid to rest.
His Aunt Paige on the other hand was the one relative he had the most interaction with. She had returned to social work and was still helping the unfortunate of the city to this day. On her free time she worked as a whitelighter and occasionally stopped by to make sure Wyatt and him were okay. Chris liked her the most since she didn't care that for some reason he had no powers.
His dad and his brother on the other hand barely spent any time with him since he had no magic. Chris knew less about them then he did about people he barely met two weeks ago. Chris was seventeen years old and still hadn't shown any signs of having powers.
Chris stepped out of the shower and went to his room to get ready. In less than thirty minutes Chris was ready and on his way to school. It was barely seven but Chris hoped that some of his friends would already be there. As Chris walked to his school he saw a whole bunch of people outside of a clinic carrying sign that said Mutant Scum and stuff of that nature. Chris threw them a look of disgust and continued on his way.
When he had gotten to school he was disappointed to find that none of his friends were there yet. Oh well this at least gave him time to finish his homework that he hadn't even started the night before.
By the time he was finished the bell telling him that he was going to be late for class had already rung. Chris walked to class having a feeling that this day was going to be amazingly boring.
"Mrs. David is such a B#!" Mark said as him and Chris sat down at their usual table. Chris looked at the food on his plate poking what passed as meat loaf with his fork and said "You're just mad because you didn't study for the test today and you know you're going to fail."
Mark threw him a dirty look and stuffed a piece of the meat loaf into his mouth and continued talking "So that hard ass would have failed me even if I had studied the whole week. I'm telling you she has got it out for me."
"Maybe you're just not as smart as you think you are." Chris said pushing his plate away deciding that starving was a better choice than trying to eat that. Mark growled at him and stabbed a piece of meat with his fork.
"Haha that was so funny. Anyways you know I heard that a lot of the students and teachers here were actually mutants can you believe that. Imagine that, I bet Mrs. David is a mutant and she's just pissed at me for being a normal human." Mark said.
"If that was true she would be pissed at all of us. Anyways where the hell did you hear that there were mutants here from?" Chris asked.
"Oh, I heard some guys talking about it they were standing outside of some health clinic." Mark said as he finished off his food.
"Were they holding any signs?" Chris asked having an uneasy feeling about this. Mark looked thoughtful before saying "Nope they weren't holding any signs when I saw them."Chris shook his head. He must be worrying over nothing. He walked out of the cafeteria with Mark on their way to their next class. When a huge boom filled the air and Chris fell to the floor.
Chris looked back to find that the cafeteria was in ruins. The room was engulfed in flames none of the students in there had no chance of surviving that explosion. Chris groan as a sharp pain filled his arm as he tried to stand up. He looked down and was shocked to see that he had a wound on his arm that was bleeding pretty heavily. He knew his arm wasn't broken but he would have to stop the bleeding soon.
Chris slowly stood up putting most of his weight on his good arm as he pushed himself up. Chris looked around for his friend Mark. He found him lying against a row of lockers. He wasn't moving and Chris saw that there was a piece of metal imbedded in his throat. Chris swallowed a sob as he stared at the broken body of his friend. They had been best friend since kindergarten.
Chris stared at him for what seemed like eternity completely forgetting that he was also injured. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him. Chris turned to find a man in what appeared to be body armor. He wore something over his mouth and had an armband on his arm that said The Church of Humanity. The man raised his gun and pointed his gun at him.
"Filthy mutant!" The man said. Chris felt an extreme pressure build up in his head. It increased in intensity until it released right as the man was about to fire. Chris watched in shock as the man fell to the floor and didn't move. Chris shakily walked over to the man and felt for a pulse. After a minute he gave up the man was dead. Chris Stood up and listened to the sounds of fire burning in the background.
Chris turned when he heard someone talking, "Are you okay kid?"
Chris stared at him and took a step towards him before his legs gave up and his world fell into darkness.
