DESTINY'S PULL
CHAPTER 1 – The Normality of Life
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Christopher Perry Halliwell was never what one would call normal. He may go to a normal school and hang out with normal friends, but this is all just because of Piper Halliwell's belief that they should live a façade of normal lives.
Being the youngest child of a Charmed One and Whitelighter, his parent's have been overly protective of him. They watch his every step like an eagle watching its prey. There are rules that apply to him and him only. Rules like "No vanquishing of demons alone" and "No flipping through the Book of Shadows without a demon threat".
Chris, as his family calls him, had never felt freedom to follow his instincts. 16 years of trying to ignore instincts which usually shouted "Vanquish a Demon" or "Save an Innocent" or even "Orb to the Golden Gate Bridge". He never knew why, but he seemed strongly drawn to that bridge. Weird though, because never in his life had he laid foot on that place. At least that's what he thinks…
Chris never knew of his past life as the neurotic, sarcastic Whitelighter of the Charmed Ones. He never knew that he was the reason the world was quite a comfortable place to live in. That there was a reason why he felt he knew things beyond what he was taught. That there was a reason why he always felt the need to protect Wyatt, though he was the younger of the two...
"Chris…" A voice in his head interrupted him from dozing off in class at the San Francisco Central High School.
Chris easily recognized the voice. Who would call to him at school if not for Wyatt? His big brother always loved to disturb him whenever said brother was bored in his own class.
"Shut it, Wy." Chris replied in his thoughts. "I'm trying to get some sleep here…"
"You?" Wyatt replied in his head. "Dozing off in class? You must be pretty far back in the room, huh? Lucky!"
"Actually," Chris grinned as he telepathically answered Wyatt "I'm in the front row."
Wyatt burst out laughing in his classroom which caused most of the students and the teacher to stare at him.
"Care to share what's funny Mr. Halliwell?" The teacher asked Wyatt coldly.
"No," Wyatt replied embarrassed. "Nothing sir."
In Wyatt's head, he could hear Chris silently laughing at him. He would usually be annoyed by this, but instead he smiled at the sound of happiness from his brother. Times like those were rare and precious nowadays. Chris these days usually act as if the whole world was mounted on his shoulders. It was nice to hear Chris loosen up a bit.
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Chris rushed off to the main corridor as soon as the bell rang. He planned to get home and had to catch a ride with Stephen, his best mortal friend. Step's class ends half an hour earlier than his and he didn't want to make Step wait for him. He couldn't orb because that would be, what his mom would call, Personal Gain. Wyatt's been staying overtime in school to work on his projects, so he couldn't hitch a ride with his brother. He was very grateful when Step offered him a ride. He found his friend lounging at the bench near the entrance of the school.
"Hey man!" Chris called out to a pale haired guy as tall as him.
Step turned around and saw Chris. He flashed him a grin and said "Hey Chris! Done with classes?"
"Yeah. Guess what? I dozed off on Ms. Laymer's lesson!"
Step laughed at his friend's boldness. Not many students would want to be in Ms. Laymar's list. "Cool! I can't believe you! You're setting a school record with that!"
Chris playfully bowed as if he had just presented a circus act. When with his mortal friends, Chris could be as childish as he wants. It's the duty of being a Witch-lighter that weights him down and makes him seem more mature than his true age. Though his parent's never let him handle much, it was simply innate in him to feel the responsibility. Remembering this, Chris lost his playfulness and sighed.
"You okay man?" Step asked him with genuine concern.
"I'm fine." Chris replied. "I'm just dreading going home. That's all…" It wasn't an exact lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.
"You want to talk about it?" Step knew Chris had problems at home but he didn't know the exact details.
Chris merely shook his head as a gesture of saying "No". Step decided not to push it.
"Okay then," Step replied with a big smile. He wanted to bring the cheerfulness back in Chris. "So, shall we get going now?"
Chris grinned at his friend. He was glad to have mortal friends who don't push his boundaries. Who don't invade his privacy. "Sure man…" Chris replied as they walked together to the parking lot.
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Chris waved goodbye to Step as he was dropped at the manor's front porch. Step smiled and waved back as the car taxied along the street. "See you man!" Step had shouted as the convertible soon faded out of sight.
Chris tried to push the front door open but was surprised when it didn't budge. "Weird," Chris thought. "Mom's always home… I wonder what happened…"
He took out his keys from his backpack and inserted the yellow Yale key into the keyhole. The keys were usually for emergency purposes. Not once was he given the chance to use it before. Someone was always present in the manor. It was never left deserted until now. Where were his parents? Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry? Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Coop?
The lock clicked into place and Chris entered the house quietly. It was a bit dark as no lights were switched on. He shrugged of the weird sensation of being watched as he flicked his wrist, telepathically lighting the whole 1st floor of the manor.
Feeling his stomach rumble, he walked to the kitchen before trying to sense for his family. "Man can't concentrate with an empty stomach" – He reasoned out to himself as he headed towards the refrigerator.
Arriving in front of the "Food Haven", he noticed a note stuck to its door. It looked as if it were written in a hurry.
Chris,
Sorry to leave you there alone. I had to rush of to the club to fix some last minute band problems. Don't worry, I'll be back in time for dinner. Don't blow up the house and no demon vanquishing. See you later, honey. Love you.
Mom
Chris stared in disbelief at the note. Don't blow up the house and no demon vanquishing. What was he? 5 years old? Chris rolled his eyes as he folded the letter and pushed it inside his pocket. Same, old mom…
Chris was about to jerk open the refrigerator door when he heard a strange sound behind him. He turned around to see a tall, dignified man in black clothes. He looked so familiar, yet Chris was sure that he had never met him in his life before. Well, he was partially correct. In his present life, he had never met him…
"Christopher…" The man said warmly, and Chris' could hear a stab of sadness in it. "It's remarkable to finally see you again…"
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