Title:I Am Back
Author: Captain IF
Posted On: May 3rd, 2007
Summary: Time has been turned back, and only Chris remembers what took place. His Shadower self, Sirhc, is determined to break free of his prison inside Chris. And when he finally breaks free, Chris will end up with nothing but more torment. Sirhc knows more than he tells, and visitors from the dead and the future make things even more complicated. In the final installment of the 'Shadower Trilogy', will and power shall be tested and the fate of the universe will be decided. sequel to 'I Am Dead'
Note: I'm baaaack! Here it is, finally. Review replies are below, and thanks for the tremendous support. Thank you all!
Rated For: Language, thematic elements, cataclysmic writing, intense emotional rants, some blood/gore, and descriptive scenes of atrocities.
criminally charmed: /laughs/ glad you liked it, and here is the story for your needs!
MidnightLightning36: /smiles/ is this soon enough? How's this: we both kick ass!
denise: Not at the moment, just a oneshot. I'm working on a series of drabbles, oneshots etc and I might possibly be doing a prequel to the Shadower Trilogy. If you have any ideas, let me know!
fairyofmusic: Glad you liked it!
MissHaunted-MoonLight: Ha! I'm not the only one who's life is kicking her in the teeth. It's okay about not reviewing, so long as you like the story I'm cool. Hope you like the sequel!
RBDFAN: Heh, thanks.
Kitty-Witty-Kate: Glad ya like it, hope ya like the sequel!
Sparrow317: Yup, time turned back. I have a few interesting twist planned for this story.
clois-liper-carbby: Thanks, I like the titles. I'll use some of those for the Vignettes. Which I must go work on...
Chapter 1: It Returns WithinChris orbed to the manor's attic. He flinched when he recognized everything around him. Flashes of dark moments of erased time were thrust into his head. So much had happened here, but it was gone. It had never happened, and that's the way it needed to be.
He cautiously walked over to the Book of Shadows. He glanced at the floor, and closed his eyes. The vision of his blood pooled on the wood floor sent a sharp stab of pain in his heart. Anara had been right. The pain had been real, and it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Chris opened the book, flipping through its pages with a sense of determination. He had been given a final chance, and he was not going to blow this one.
"CHRIS?!" a woman shrieked. Piper stood in the doorway, hands curled into fists of wrath.
Chris's throat tightened, cutting off the words stuck in his throat. He shook his head. "No." he whispered, and orbed away, book in hand.
"YOU THIEF!" she screamed after him.
Chris materialized at P3 in the storeroom where a couch served as his bed. He slammed the book on a desk scattered with papers. He had very little time, so he would need to work fast. Flipping rapidly through the pages, eyes scanning the text and pictures for anything that would help. He reached the end of the book in a few minutes. He went through it again. And a third time, and even a fourth.
Nothing.
"Come on!" he growled, kicking the desk as he stood up. He ignored the sharp pain in his foot. Pain was nothing new, and this was nothing compared to the distant memories that haunted every moment. Anara had not told him it would be so horrid. He could feel the Shadower, the dark side of him pulsing just beneath the surface. It would take so much less than a catastrophe to set the Shadower off, and once he went back, there was no returning.
Orbs trailed in front of him. Paige, Phoebe, Piper and Leo were before him, poised for a fight. Chris sighed, running hand through his hair.
"Take the book. It's done me no good anyways." he said.
"Book of Shadows." Paige orbed the book to her hands, clutching it tightly.
"You're a demon aren't you?! A thieving demon who tricked the book!" Piper shouted.
Chris smiled weakly. "Demon? No, I don't think so. I'm three things, but a demon is not one of them."
"Who are you?" Phoebe demanded, anger seeping through her words.
"Chris." he answered softly.
"What are you then?" Leo growled, hatred blazing through his eyes.
Chris flinched as if he had been struck across the face. The burning hate in his father's eyes stung him.
"Answer the question." Piper commanded, raising her hands in warning.
"Give me one reason to." he spat. The Shadower spiked through his body like an electric shock. "No. No. Don't." he whispered to himself. The Shadower retreated.
"What are you talking about? Don't what?" Phoebe demanded.
"Don't come back." he murmured.
"What do you mean 'don't come back'?! I should be telling you the same thing. In fact, I've already told you I never want to see you again!" Piper snarled.
Sirhc spiked again, stronger than the last attack. Chris closed his eyes tightly. His fists clenched till his nails pierced the sin. Blood trickled through his fists, dripping to the floor.
Blood. So much blood.
The Shadower roared to life, as if it had been called.
"I warned you Chris! I told you I would come back, and I will! And it will happen, no matter what you do to stop it!" Sirhc shouted, vicious glee at Chris's torment swirling with triumph. Chris squeezed his eyes tighter.
"Please." he tried to orb away, and was pulled back. Hard. He slammed to the ground. His eyes snapped open, revealing Leo as the one who had yanked him back.
"Let me leave." he commanded through gritted teeth.
"You're in no position to be ordering anyone around Chris!" Paige yelled.
Chris looked at them with pleading eyes. "You don't understand. I have to leave. He'll come back. Then it'll all be over."
"Who'll come back?" Phoebe asked, her tone softening at his sincerity.
"I can't tell you. I already went through this hell once, I can't do it again. This is my last chance, my very last chance." Chris replied cryptically.
"No Chris, you already screwed up your last chance!" Piper retorted.
Chris orbed away, this time succeeding. He orbed to the Golden Gate Bridge, in hopes of returning to Anara's world. Ocean wind whipped around him, sending an icy blast that soothed the Shadower blazing just below the surface. Chris sat down cross legged, his hands clasped together. The wind calmed him. The gentle sounds of the ocean below allowed his mind to drift.
"Hey!" someone shouted behind him. He jumped to his feet, panic spreading through him. He expected the sisters.
No, he couldn't be that lucky.
It was the Fallers.
"Oh not now, I'm not in the mood to deal with you guys." Chris hollered over the wind, moving into a fighting position.
"Whatcha gonna do kiddie?" a Faller mocked, his nails glistening with blood of another victim.
With a yell, Chris used his telekinesis to send the three demon before him sailing over the edge before they could kill him. One tossed an athame, and it buried into his shoulder. With a cry of agony, Chris orbed away to a park.
"You're such an idiot!" he berated himself aloud. 'How could you forget the Fallers? They're half of what triggered the Shadower!'
The said force inside him pulsed at the use of his name. Ripping the athame from his shoulder, Chris bit his lip till it bled. The crimson liquid dripped into his mouth and onto his teeth and tongue. The metallic taste felt satisfying in a way, to both Sirhc and Chris. But before Chris could think things out, three voices rang in his head.
'To solve what we can't, bring Chris Perry to where we chant.'
He vanished in a golden glow, and reappeared in the manor. Before him were the Sisters, Leo, and Prue Halliwell. The sisters must have summoned Prue.
"Oh no." Chris groaned. He held his head in his hands, shaking it slowly. "Not now guys, you have no idea how bad this is."
"You tell me my son is evil, and you want sympathy?!" Piper snarled.
"Because it's the truth!" Chris exploded.
"Prove it!" she shot back, venom soaking her words.
"Then go to the future! See the carnage that litters every single space of the Earth and Underworld! See the children that lay covered in blood, dead from Wyatt's minions! Go there and watch those who fight him be killed or taken away to be tortured to the point where they want death, where they hope and pray for it because they know life is so horrible that death can't be as bad! Go to where I grew up and see it, a SHRINE to Wyatt's sick and twisted kingdom! A shrine to the power he rose from, the power that corrupted him and killed nearly a billion people, and is killing hundreds all over the world every day! Watch me fight for my life for fear of being captured, because if I'm captured then I can forget about being able to fight for a few months! The last time I was captured, Wyatt personally tortured me! I couldn't breathe for a whole year without it hurting! It still hurts, he's damaged me so badly I'm lucky to be able to live!" he shouted, arms spread out to show vulnerability and defeat. He stared at them, eyes shimmering with unshed tears of memories resurfacing. Before anyone could respond, or even open their mouths, Chris orbed away. He was on the rooftop of a city building. The stars glittered overhead, and the moon glowed with radiance. But below their beauty, Chris was fighting the Shadower within him.
Sirhc pulsed like a heartbeat, coursing through him. Chris held his head and squeezed his eyes shut. His body went rigid with the distortion of his will battling the Shadower's. And he was losing.
I know that was a not-so-nice cliffie, but I'm working on this story as often as I can. Unfortunately, my life has gotten so busy it's scary. I've got 17 packets due by the day before my Science State Test. (on Friday we get to have a party and burn the packets, MWHAHAHAHA!!) I'm going to visit my youngest cousins with my older cousin, so that wipes out my Saturday. Friday I'll be so busy with finishing all my work that I'll possibly be up till after 1 AM. So that leaves Sunday... And an hour or two on Monday and Tuesday.
Ending my pointless ramblings, so feel free to ignore me and review. Pwease?