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My first ff! Yay finally finished typing it!
Past Memories
Chapter1: How the Past Can Scar
I try to open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away no I can't stand the pain
How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on as I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?
-Untitled Simple Plan
It was gently spitting as Christopher Halliwell jogged down the deserted street. He was on his way to a friend's birthday party and since she only lived around the corner his mother insisted that he walked. The rain started to pelt down hard, Chris knew his mother wouldn't want him to get wet so with a quick glance up and the street he orbed front door of his friend Libby's house.
He knocked, and after a few seconds Libby's smiling face appeared at the door.
"Hi Chris."
"Hey, happy birthday Lib."
"Thanks, come in, everyone else is already here."
As Chris and Libby entered into the spacious old style living room he was greeted bye group of four people, who along with Libby were his closest friends so of course knew about his powers.
"Hey Chris, what took you so long, you walk in slow motion or something?" Jake laughed. Jake was the youngest by a few months and seemed to be a bit immature at times.
"Hey man why didn't you just orb over here," Commented Byron who was the oldest and seemed to be the more dominant of the group.
"You know my mum and all that normal life, 'don't use magic for personal gain' stuff, so who am I to disobey."
"Oh yeah, whatever," Blair sneered.
"Save it for someone who believes you," Nikki giggled from the couch where she sat with Blair. Nikki and Blair had been close since they were really little and in the last few years had turned to the gothic scene.
None of Chris's friends were witches or had anything to do with magic but they accepted it easily and loved to hear everything he was willing to share.
The group didn't socialise with anyone else and were labelled, freaks or outsiders but this didn't seem to bother them.
Just as Chris was about to sit down on a vibrant coloured armchair near Jake a demon unexpectedly shimmered in right next to an unknowing Libby. Its skin was a dark orangey brown colour, eyes a dangerous red. Then it smiled, the smile was a disturbing sight revealing sharp yellow teeth and rotting black gums. The demons name was Yekom.
"Look out!" Chris yelled as the demon tossed a screaming Libby into the wall. "LIBBY!"
Chris darted forward ready to use his telekinesis when two move demons shimmered in behind him, Detron and Relaris. Grapping the young witches arms they spun him around and each delivered a hard punch to his torso sending him sprawling to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye the second charmed progeny could see his friends, too shocked to move and guarded by Detron, horror clearly written over all their innocent faces.
The witch turned his concentration back to the others who were now hovering over him. This was it, he had to come up with a plan now, and fast if he wanted to get everyone out safely.
After a few seconds of contemplating Chris shoot up, telekinetically throwing the demons away as he ran towards the unconscious Libby.
"Wyatt!" he cried as the demons regained their composure. "Wyatt!" the now nervous whitelighter screamed again, "Dad, Aunt Paige!" - Nothing.
"It won't work witch," Yekom sneered as he steadily drew out a long rusty knife and gradually descended towards the frightened witch.
Chris didn't want to leave hisfriends but if he could draw the demons away it just might work. The kid hastily orbed out, only to reform in exactly the same place. "Neither will that,"snarled Detron in an ice cold tone.
Chris raised his hand to send the demon back again but this time they were too fast.
The first one, Relaris charged with a swift kick to the head. "Chris!" Byron bellowed. His vision blurred, pain erupting from his beaten skull but he managed to stay on his feet. The next, Yekom grabbed the witch by the throat, forcibly pinning him against the wall. "Let him go you bastard!" Nikki shouted jolting up and racing toward him. Relaris intercepted her, holding her still. "Hurry up and do it," he arched Yekom, who seemed irritated by the words but loosened the grip he had on Chris' throat.
Chris was now gasping for air as his body sank feebly to the floor. The demon then bent down, eyelevel with him, knife still in hand.
The witch stared into its terrifying red eyes and all he could see glaring back was hate, a hate so strong and fierce it could only mean one thing. Death.
He started to panic asYekom slowly lifted his knife, he didn't want to die, he didn't want his friends to die. "Do you remember me?" it asked interrupting his thoughts. Chris stayed quite studying the demon carefully, yes; yes he had seen this demon before! It was the eyes, he had seen them somewhere, he could never forget the frightening shadow they held. But still he kept silent. "No? Well you won't forget me this time," it hissed. Then Yekom descended forward thrusting the sharp blade right through the young witches hand and into the wall behind. "AHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed excruciating pain coursed through him.
"CHRIS!" he was barely aware of his friend's cries as the demons laughed in the background, so he bit his lip trying to hold back tears, not wanting to give them the satisfaction.
Yekom got up and moved away, picking up the still unconscious Libby as he did. Relaris, who held Nikki, spoke next. "You will pay for what you did, witch! But don't worry we're not going to kill you." At those words the pain in Chris's hand subsided, with his free hand he made a fist and begun to telekinetically choke the threatener. The others, realising what the witch was doingquickly took action. "I don't think so," Detron snarled, then they each formed an energy ball. One hit Chris sharply in the shoulder, rendering his arm useless; the other was hurled at Nikki.
It hit her square in the chest causing her to let out an ear-piercing scream, her body then landed roughly on the ground, lifeless, dead.
"NOOOOO! NIKKI!" Blair cried as he rushed to her side. Blood was pouring out of her body as he held her with everything he had. "No Nikki you can't go! You can't leave, you've got to stay with me so you, you cant, please don't go!" he sobbed, and continued to talk like she was still there.
The demons laughed once more, really seeming to thriving on Blair's pain.
Chris was in complete shock, 'this couldn't be happening, she couldn't be gone.'
Blair suddenly got to his feet, his clothes were coated in Nikki's blood, face streaked with tears. "You monsters, you fd up bastards!"
Chris knew what was coming and he knew he couldn't do anything to stop it. "Blair just…" Byron started.
"Just what? They're going to kill us anyway so why just sit there and take it!" Blair was loosing it with grief; he picked up a nearby vase and threw it as hard as he can at Nikki's killer. Yekom didn't even budge. "Come on you just going to stand there or you…." Blair didn't even finish his sentence before a sharp shred of the now shattered vase impaled his stomach. A gasp of shock escaped his mouth as he looked down. His fingers gently moved over the shred before pulling it out with a grunt of pain and dropping it to the ground. "Is that all you got?" Blair weakly stated, his breath coming out in quick struggled takes. His hand was placed tightly over the wound, the blood trickling between his fingers and onto the wooden floor making a drip, drip, drip sound which seemed to echo through the whole room.
Before anyone could even blink Yekom had shimmered in front of the unsuspecting child, a knife plunged deep in his chest.
Blair's mouth opened and closed, trying to form his last desperate words as blood fell from the corners. A ragged grasp sounded in everyone's ears "Nikki." Fresh tears fell clearly down his face but he kept his eyes open, he stared straight at the demon, his expression blank.
The sudden ripping of flesh caused the three humans left alive and conscious to look away, each crying silently as the demon pulled the knife right through Blair's body, tearing it completely in half. It hit the ground with two wet thuds, blood spatting everywhere. The smell reached their nostrils causing Jake who up to now had not made a sound to throw up repeatedly.
Chris couldn't take this anymore, why should his friends have to pay for his mistakes? "I'm the one who pissed you off not them, leave them alone, let them go!" He commanded, trying to sound brave but with the deaths of Nikki and Blair laying heavily on his heart all he could do was to stop himself from crying again.
"Yeah, that's right witch, you did piss us off, you killed a few of our friends so we're returning the favour." The words were spoken with so much malaise Chris knew there was no way he could reason with them.
"Hey," finally Byron stepped forward, "I may not have any powers but you don't scare me. You're just a few demons too afraid to go up against the real power, you can kill us all here but that won't change the fact you're just spineless cowards and you'll never amount to anything more. So go on, do your wost." Byron spoke the words with a calmness Chris would never understand. He knew he was digging his own gave but he did it anyway, maybe to buy some more time to get the others out.
If it was possible the demons eyes seemed to grow darker. "Is that what you think," Yekom spoke casually as it knelt back down next to Chris, "you don't think he is powerful?" The demon slowly dragged the knife across the whitelighters cheek; he winced as it easily broke the flesh. Yekom then lowered the blade to Chris' neck and leaned in to whisper something in his ear, as he did the knife cut deeper into the flesh.
Chris' scared expression suddenly changed to an angry one, as a telekinetic wave was unleased across the room. Ornaments shattered as the room's contents were smashed to the floor. The captors were quick to pick themselves up, laughing as though they had expected the outburst.
The young witch stared in amazement at what had just happened, he hadn't known he could do that. But he didn't have much time to dwell on it as the demon was back in his face.
"Neat little trick, but you won't be doing that again." It reached into its pocket and pulled out a vial with some sort of green liquid inside. "We can do this nice and easy or I'll have slice you again." Byron, who was slowly inching closer, could tell by its tone it wanted him to struggle.
Chris didn't have the energy anymore, he felt exhausted and all the young witch/whitelighter wanted to do was to be safe in his bed, waking up and knowing it was all a bad dream. But he couldn't wake up cause it wasn't a dream this was life but as the minutes ticked by it started to feel more like death.
The demons had been paying so much attention to what they were about to do to Chris; they hadn't noticed Byron sneaking up behind them. He was now close enough for his plan to work; he lifted his shaking hand that tightly grasped a piece of shattered glass. He then plunged it into the flesh with all the force he had.
"Ahhhhh," Relaris screamed, the other two turned around to that Byron had impaled the fragment deep into his back.
"You little brat, ahh, get it out!" the demon wined. Yekom who now seemed to be the leader calmly stood, forming an energy ball.
Byron braced himself for the impact but instead an angry bellow was heard from Relaris. Turning around the kid was startled to see that all that was left was a pile of smoking ash.
"What did you do that for!"? Detron questioned in disbelieve.
"He was irritating me, now unless you want to join him I suggest you shut up. Give the witch the potion, I'll handle this one." Detron quietly obeyed Yekom's orders.
Chris didn't put up much a fight with the potion as the fowl sustains was forced down his throat; his main concern was with Byron at the moment.
Nothing seemed to be taking affect so all attention was now on Byron.
Yekom started to form a clear light of energy in his ugly clawed hands. Once the light was about the size of a soccer ball he smirked evilly then tossed it toward the terrified boy.
Chris turned away not wanting to see anyone else die a gruesome death, but after a few seconds of nothing happening he turned back.
The energy had somehow grown and now had Byron encaged inside. The demon smirked once more before raising it's hand.
At first nothing happened then Byron started yelling in tremendous agony as he fell to the floor, unable to stay upright. His body started to convulsing, his become face twisted and distorted.
"NO BYRON!" Chris shouted, knowing it was useless but he had to try. "Stop it, let him out of there!"
What happened next, no one could have expected, not in the wildest nightmare could anyone have witnessed what was to come.
The energy cracked, it burst open, but not only did it burst Byron also did.
The room was suddenly wiped in a bloody mess as bits of organs made heavy splats on the walls, bright crimson dripped from every corner, soaking everything it touched.
Chris couldn't move, he couldn't even think. His clothes and face all coated in one of his best friends. He head the demons laughing but it sounded so far away, nothing felt real, nothing looked real and if it wasn't for the smell so think in his nose he would have sworn it wasn't.
He turned to see Detron licking the blood off his lips, but the young witch felt nothing, right now he couldn't even begin to comprehend an emotion.
"Lets finish this." Yekom strolled over to Jake, who up to now hadn't said a word the whole time, his eyes wide, unblinking. It gripped the boy by the head, but Jake who was usually so lively remained motionless. Chris looked into his eyes; there was nothing there, the boy he had once known was long gone.
With one great tug Jakes head was lifted from his shoulders, body dropping numbly below. Yekom shuffled it around in his scaly claws, smiling briefly before throwing it thoughtlessly away.
It hit the ground with a sicking thud, stirring the unconscious Libby who was lying nearby. Detron walked over to her and roughly picks her up, her body also covered in Byron's blood.
The small girl slowly opened her eyes; Chris could see the haunted expression they held as she tried to take in everything that lay around her.
"Chris?" her voice came out as a near whisper.
Suddenly the whitelighter's vision blurred, as an intense sick felling kicked in, darkness started to claim him, overbearing him until he couldn't hold on any longer. The last thing he heard, that would remain ringing through his ears for the rest of his life was a frightened scream then a deep scratchy voice replay:
"Happy birthday."
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Okay I know it's creepy and slightly sick, I guess I'm going through a faze, pretty sure none of the other chapters will be this bad so just bear with me. Criticism is welcome but not on the gore I don't need any more people telling I need professional help. If you like it I'd love to hear it!
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