A/N: I heard this song on the radio and this came to me. Haven't done a song fic in a while, enjoy.
Russian Roulette
Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me
If you play, you play for keeps
Take a gun, and count to three
I'm sweating now, moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go
He didn't want to be here, he was only 17 years old. Seventeen! And here he was in the underworld, with his older brother, sister and all his cousins. They stood in a circle; in the pit below them were a mixture of demons, witches and mortals, all of them unwilling to serve Wyatt in his reign as Source.
And this was how the Halliwell children were going to prove their loyalty.
By killing the disbelievers.
'Ha! Greatest source of good my arse!' he thought bitterly standing to the right hand side of his brother, his face impassive.
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
Know that I must pass this test
So just pull the trigger
Paige's twins were sobbing, begging Wyatt to stop the madness. The begging didn't last long, The Source silencing them with a flick of his wrist; Chris flinched before he put his mask back into place hoping his cousins would follow his example.
It didn't last long; Henry lashed out from across the pit, his dark eyes furious.
But poor little Henry's powers were never as powerful as Piper's children. Melinda flicked her hands causing the boy to explode in a shower of orbs.
Chris looked at his sister from the corner of his eye just in time to see a tear roll down her cheek.
Say a prayer to yourself
He says, close you eyes
Sometimes it helps
And then I get a scary thought
That he's here means he's never lost
Wyatt looked triumphant as one by one his cousins fell.
The children of the eldest Charmed one stood together looking down, Chris raised his hand fire erupting from his fingertips killing all the demons with one swift flick of his hands.
He would make this one concession for Wyatt. Just this one.
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
Know that I must pass this test
So just pull the trigger
He looked at Henry jr, his emerald gaze meeting his cousin's brown, willing him to stay where he was, to just play dead and maybe he'd make it out alive.
As my life flashes before my eyes
I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise?
So many won't get the chance to say goodbye
But it's too late to think of the value of my life
Melinda's hand shook as her powers fell upon the witches in the pit, sobs wracking her body as the life was drained from their bodies. She fell to her knees in exhaustion, crawling away from her brothers, her revulsion at what she'd done, at them, was plainly evident on her face as she collapsed next to Henry, whispering apologies for blowing him up. For the death of the girls.
And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving
Know that I must pass this test x2
So just pull the trigger
Wyatt grinned at Chris, clasping his brother's shoulders with his hands proclaiming how this was the start of a new era, the Halliwell children ruling as one. The world was theirs for the taking and they would take it. As a family.
Chris' lips curled into a smile, Wyatt was right about one thing, today was a new day. And one way or another he'd find a way to stop Wyatt, save his family and the world.