Fallen Angel
Chapter 1
Darkness had fallen on, the once thriving metropolis of, San Francisco. Instead of the sounds of the city, screams of the innocent echoed off the blood-stained walls. The streets, that were once filled with bustling population, were now empty except for the few individuals who did not fear the grizzle fate that would befall them. Nobody was safe after dark, except for a handle full of royalty.
At the age of fifteen, standing six foot one, a young man walked down Prescott street with ease. Nobody would dare mess with the young man. At first glance one would think him a weak and trouble young man with short black hair, blue contacts, a pale complexion, matching wrist tattoos, black clothing, combat boots, and what looked to be a weapon. With a closer look, one would see why no one dared to mess with him. His hair was stained red with blood, his blue eyes glowed brightly, his tattoos looked like they could float off his arms, his skin was almost translucent, his clothes were military issued, and (while thin) the boy was almost pure muscle.
As he walked the empty street the young man could not help but smirk when he heard a scream echo from one of the homes. Part of him wanted to join in o the fun; however, the dominate part was being pulled towards the manor. When he approached the seemingly empty museum, a presence made itself known to him. A presence he had not felt for almost two years. Upon entering the manor, a deep sadness overcame him. Everything was exactly where he left it, especially two pictures.
The first held the image of three sisters. This was one of the most famous, if not the most famous, photos of his generations. Everyone knew this was a photo of the great Charmed Ones: Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. They were the greatest symbol of light ever to exist. The second picture was not famous, but it held the most joy and pain for the young man. Piper Halliwel sat in the middle with her two sons on each side of her. The boy on her left has long golden hair, hazel eyes, and a giant lovable smirk. The boy on her right had shaggy brown hair, green eyes, and a shy smile. The young man could not stop the single tear that fell down his cheek.
"That was the last picture she ever took," the young man said.
"I remember," spoke a figure behind him.
"I don't know how you can," the young man stated without turning around. "You were not there."
"Chris," the man said sharply.
"Why did you summon me here Leo?" Chris asked. When he turned, he came face to face with the man he once called "father". All trace of emotion had disappeared from Chris's regal mask.
Leo felt a deep sadness as he looked upon his baby boy. He could see that Life was taking its tole on Christopher.
"I called you here to help you," Leo answered. The response he received was a simple eyebrow raise.
"Now you decide to help?" Christ chuckled. "Why would the great Leo Wyatt even want to help someone as lowly and insignificant as myself? You could be out there trying to save humanity. That is what you are best as, thinking of other first and family last."
"Insignificant?" Leo tried to keep calm. "You are the Prince of all Evil. The second strongest being in the Universe. How is that insignificant?"
Chris started cackling, "Wow instead of saying 'You're my son, you could never be insignificant' you go right for the title. So I see you have come here as an Elder instead."
"Christopher!" Leo snapped.
"Leo!" Chris shot right back. Leo had to calm himself if things were going to go the way he wanted. His second child knew how to push his buttons.
"I came here as your father," Leo stated. "I have decided that you need to go back to school."
"If you truly were my father you would already know that I received my GED what I was twelve. Since you do not know that, it would be logical to say that you are not my father." Chris said with a smirk.
"I was not talking about normal school." This caught Chris's attention. Magic school was already under Wyatt's control, so what school could he…
"You mean that wizarding school where you hid Mel and P.J.?" Chris gave an evil smile when he saw the surprise on Leo's face. "Did you honestly think that Wyatt and I did not know where they were?"
"Then why…" Leo paused.
"I may be evil, but I do not want anyone else in this family to be dragged into this," Chris sighed. "They are only twelve years old. Nobody should have to see those things when they are that young."
Leo felt all his anger drain, being replaced with despair. He knew what Chris had been through and, most of it could have been avoided if he had been the father he was supposed to be. "Chris, the elders…" Before Leo could finish, the house ben to shake. Chris's eyes began to glow and his mask slipped for a second. All of Chris's rage and hatred was on display.
"The Elders? Those bastards are almost extinct." Chris growled. "They do not have a say in anything I do. They are pathetic and weak."
"We have dicided that you will attend Hogwarts with Mel and P.J.. This way we can keep and eye on you, and Wyatt will not be able to find you."
"You cannot send me away." Chris snapped. "You do not have any control over me, especially since Wyatt obtain legal custody of me when he was fifteen."
"In magical law I do," Leo shot back. "Wyatt is only seventeen and a minor. I can force you to whether you want to or not."
"Can you?" Chris sneered as his eye flamed black. "You have said it yourself, I am the second strongest being in the universe." The house sensed his anger and reacted. Everything began to violently shake while the windows shattered; however, the glass shards froze in mid air.
"Very true," Leo stated. "But I do know how to put you down." At that Chris realized Leo was going to do. His rage disappeared, but fear filled its place. Suddenly a sharp pain hit his back. He turned to see his baby sister standing there with tears in her eyes.
"Mel! Please don't!" Chris pleaded.
"I am light, I am one too strong to fight. Return to dark where shadows dwell, you cannot have this Halliwel! So go away and leave my sight and take with you this endless night." Pain began to fill every part of him. Screams and visions of the past flashed around him. It felt as if his skin and soul was being ripped from me. He tried to stay silent, but a scream was forced from him. Black smoke was forced from his mouth with the tattoos were pulled from his arms.
"MOMMY!" Chris screamed out as he cried. Leo and Mel could only watch as the darkness was forced from Chris. They watched as his blue eyes faded to a green. "…help…" Chris collapsed into utter darkness as all the life was ripped from him. His lifeless eye never leaving the picture on the wall.
