Wyatt was never evil. Chris had lied. Almost everything we had heard from him was lie. Then what is his purpose about his travel to the past? Who was evil? Who was good? OR there was no good or evil, only the power made everything different?
Please read to find out.
Note: Chris Crossed never happened.
There was no good or evil
Chap I:
San Francisco, 2026…
Black clouds twisted above what once was the beautiful Golden Gate Bridge. Now, it was just a lonely steel pile standing above an exhausted ocean. The bottom of the ocean was dried out, revealed a new ocean of bones spreading and was stopped by a sudden cracking line. That's the end of the San Francisco and also the end of the North America. Outside that line was… the darkness.
"Hah! Hah!"
One small figure ran out from a ruined building, followed by a bunch of hungry dogs. They chased their prey through the rubble, tried to drive it into the corner. One of them jumped from an old post-box to the prey. From inside the dirty cloth, a pair of red eyes flashed and the dog howled in pain, turning into a living torch. The others slowed down a little but the hunger had driven them in mad. They continued chasing the prey, even some others were burnt down.
CRACK!
"Arghh!"
The prey stopped just in time not to fall down into the big black mouth of darkness. The old avenue leading to Golden Gate Bridge just broke apart, opening a new hole into the death. The dogs stopped and were ready for the final bite.
GROWLLL! They plunged to their small prey. And…
KABOOMM!
Another figure suddenly appeared between the dogs and their prey, threw into them a ball of light. This time, the dogs didn't have enough time to choose. They were all dead. The bigger figure turned to the smaller.
"Are you okay, Julie?"
The hood was took off, revealed the face of a girl. She would have been a beautiful girl if she didn't have a scar cut through one of her eyes.
"Prue!"
The little girl named Julie jumped in to hug Prue.
"You, idiot!" Prue hug her back and growled angrily. "I remembered I told you to stay at home. I can't always come in time like this time."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I just want to help." Julie started to cry.
"Okay, don't cry. Why did you come here?" Prue shushed the child.
"I remember that one times he asked my mom to find an address and the result was an apartment around this area." Julie said while sniffing.
"Your mom, aunt Billie. And he?"
"Chris…" The moment the word out was the moment Julie regretted.
"DON'T SAY THAT NAME!" Prue screeched with hatred.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Julie apologized profusely and jumped back, nearly stripped to the hole. Prue pulled her back and softened her voice.
"So… what did you find?"
"I found in the tenant book this name." Julie pulled out from her dirty coat a piece of paper. "Lynn Phoenix. I think she was a Phoenix assassin. She disappeared with her daughter 5 years ago and it was written two months later, her tenant fee was transferred from this account. I believe that you can recognize it. It was P3's account. All her belongings were moved to the payer. What did he want from a Phoenix, Prue?"
"I don't know. I thought the Phoenix clan was all murdered why trying to attack the Heaven and their power was taken back to the Elders…. But not the Grimoire. That bastard, he wants the Grimoire." Prue ground her teeth in anger.
"For what, Prue? I still can't understand why him?" Julie timidly said.
"Isn't it so clear? He wants to rule the world. Maybe in the Grimoire there's a way to take Wy's power after unbind it. Look at what he had done with Wy and with our family. He was never the one we had known, Julie. Forget about that person. Remember the demon who killed your mother and ours. I will definitely find a way to come back to the past and kill him. Even if I must chase him to the end of the hell."
They fell into silence, only the thunder and the wind howling above the black sky.
"Let's come back, Julie." Prue finally said.
Julie took a last look into the black space, where other parts of this world were floating and day by day, broken apart. She sighed and gripped Prue's hand. They faded out of that place before the acid rain coming.
San Francisco, 2003
It was a Sunday afternoon when the 4 years old Bianca went to the park near her apartment with her mother. She was let out to play with other children in the play ground after promised not to burn or blow up anything or anyone. Her mom had to meet someone. A man.
Playing with the sand but after some minutes, Bianca would take a quick look over those two. He was much younger than her mom so no way there would be an affair between them. Bianca hates any other man come into her and her mother's life. One time when she looked up, her eyes met his. Urgh. She looked down and wondered what just happened with her chest.
Finally the man stood up and so did Bianca. He came to her.
"Hey, are you Bianca?" He said gently and kneeled down before her.
"Uhm. What do you want to do with mommy?" Bianca asked straightly. He just smiled and held her left wrist up.
"Do you think this mark not beautiful?"
"Uhm." Bianca looked at the red mark and nod. Some children at her kindergarten class always teased her about it.
"Then, do you want me to take it away and also your power?"
Bianca's jaw dropped. She quickly looked at her mother. She still sat on the bench and nodded with her.
"You can take it? Really. You don't lie to me." Bianca couldn't control her heart. She will become like any normal children. She can come out and play with them, not play alone inside the apartment.
"No, I'm not, Bianca."
"So please take it."
He slowly put her hand over her wrist. Bianca felt some stars dancing before her eyes and one second later, everything turned back to normal. Her wrist … was plain. No mark.
"Wow, that's great." She jumped in excitement.
"What will you do with it?" She asked a little worrying. "You won't blow something boom, right?"
"No, I will put it into a trash can so no one has to have it in their wrist. It's time for me to go." The man replied and stood up. Something fell down. Bianca put it up. It's a photo of a girl.
"She's nice."
He smiled at her comment and received the photo.
"You will be beautiful just like her, Bianca. And you will be happier than her. I promise."
Bianca watched the stranger walk away. When she ran back to her mother, she remembered that she had forgotten to ask his name and thank him.
"Mommy, who is he? I forgot to thank him."
"It's okay, he will know anyway because he's an angel." Was her mother's reply.