Wow this is the first story i have written in ages, i think i need to go back and update or revise the old ones. Anywoo this is a charmed spin-off called Charmed Sons!
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But here's my pilot!
The Pilot
DISCLAIMER:
"CHARMED", "The Charmed Ones" and other related entities are owned
by CONSTANCE M. BURGE, AARON SPELLING Television Inc (A Paramount / Viacom Co.) and WB (AOL Time Warner Company). All Rights Reserved.
CHARMED SONS: THE NEXT GENERATION
1X00: PILOT
INT. APPARTMENT - LIFT - DAY
The sun is shining through the large glass windows of the apartment. Chris Halliewell stands impatiently tapping his foot as he waits for the doors to open. The elevator doors finally slide open and he kicks a box into the apartment, while trying to pick up another one. The door begins to close and he mutters a curse as he presses the open door button. For some reason it doesn't seem to want to respond and stop half open half closed. Through the cracks of the closing door he manages to yell for help.
"Wyatt a little help here".
"What" cameWyatt's response. Tilting his head sideward he looks at Chris through the crack of the elevator doors "what are you doing" he laughs.
Chris shrugs "Oh I don't know, maybe I'm suck in the lift" his tone is dripping with sarcasm.
Sill acting clueless he continues to stare at Chris "Need some help".
"No, I called you because I felt like being an animal in an exhibition cage".
Wyatt straighten, look slightly offended"Ok, you can stop with the sarcasm".
Chris inhales deeply, his tone softens "So you gonna help me out or what".
"Fine" he waves a hand and Chris plus all the boxes are in the apartment.
Chris throws his hands up in disbelief "What the hell Wyatt, put me back".
Wyatt blinks "what? Why?".
Chris looked at him as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "You used magic".
Realisation dawns on Wyatt and he shrugs sheepishly "sorry".
"That will be 5 dollars in the magic jar". Chris points to a large jar in the corner of the room.
"Oh come on Chris".
"Now" Chris crosses his arms over his chest, his face is serious and his eyebrow is raised in his famous. Do you want me to start something look.
"Right" Wyatt walks over to the jar and unscrews the lid, pulling out his wallet he pulls out 5 dollars and put it in the jar. It is already half filled. "Why am I the only one filling it up?".
"Because, Mr no restraint can't keep a handle on his powers".
"Hey, it's harder having restraint when you've been using your powers from the womb".
Chris turns his back on Wyatt and reaches down to grab a box, where he begins to mumble to himself "Mr Show-off is more like it".
INT. APPARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY
Chris is unpacking some dishes from a box and placing them in one of the cabinets. Some modern song with a good beat is pumping out from the stereo on the floor. Which Chris is dancing to while he works.
"You call that working" cuts in Wyatt voice from the doorway.
Chris stops dancing and straighten "how long you been standing there?".
"Long enough to know that my brother has some" he attempts to imitate the moves that Chris had been doing "moves on him".
"Ha ha" Chris turns back to the unpacking "you finished out there yet".
"Yep fixed the elevator, unpacked the electronic station and fixed it up" he grins at his accomplishment.
"Good then you can start in the bathroom".
Wyatt's grin drops "Er I don't think so".
Chris stops packing again and face's Wyatt, who is leaning on the door frame "Why not? Someone's got to".
"Then you do it".
"Can't man, I'm doing the kitchen".
"Ah come on Chris, I'm your older brother you've gotta listen to me".
"Please, that all you've got. Look your some freakin powerful witch and you're afraid to clean up the bathroom".
"I'm not afraid" Wyatt stands up and makes out of the kitchen "I'll just put five more dollars in the jar".
Chris laughs and calls out "When you're finished, you gotta help me cook".
"Cook?" Wyatt backtracks into the kitchen.
"Yeah, what do you expect them to eat when they come over your jar of dollars?".
"I thought mum was cooking".
"We'll she is, but we can't keep expecting Aunt Paige to orb mum over to cook our meals everyday".
"We could orb her".
"Wy" groans Chris.
INT. UNDERWORLD- CAVE - NIGHT
There is a large congregation of demons gathered in the small cave, a women with long black hair is standing on some sort of make shift stage. A large pot is in front of her and steam is bubbling up from within it.
"So what do you see Seer" asks one of the demons, his tone is rough-the usual for a demon ofa high level.
The girl rolls her eyes "Would you give me a second".
"Now seer, we don't have all day" he conjurs up a firebal and raises itto attack.
She squares her shoulders and glares at him "Oh please, you kill me, you get nothing, so knock it off".
He squashes the ball and takes a step back "well get on with it".
She sighs, rolls her eyes still not satisfied but willing to go on.
"Let's see" she walks over to the pot and moves a hand over it then peers into it. When she looks up her eyes are pure white. "I see a power the world has never see, a fury untamed a battle that will change the course of history".
"Power, whose side is it on" someone calls from the fray.
She tilts her head to the side "this power has no side, but I will tell you this, a witch will stand in your way".
"What Witch?".
Her eyes fade back to its normal brown "I don't know, the vision didn't last all that long".
"What use are you seer" a demon asks.
"Well" she makes to walks of the stage "I know that it is not the charmed ones, but…" her voice trails of "I think you should look to their kin- but those unlike them".
"Her kin?" asks another demon.
The demon who had been the first one to speak suddenly turns and jumps on the stage "perhaps sons, charmed but not female".
Turning to the seer he roughly says "Tell me seer, where are they".
She pouts and looks over her shoulder "I don't know, maybe you need to lure them out".
"Bait?" he grins "who is willing to be the bait to trap a couple of inexperienced witches".
A normal looking demon pushes his way through the crowd "I will".
"Well what powers do you have?".
"I can create illusions"
"Illusions. That could come in handy."
INT. SUPERMARKET - MIDDAY
"Hurry up Chris" Wyatt is leaning on a shopping cart and is looking bored as he watches Chris peruse some vegetables.
"I'm coming, but might I remind you it'll be a lot easier if you were helping".
"Fine" he walks over to Chris and grabs a piece of paper from his hands "so what does it say we need".
"We need to check the tenderness of the meat".
"How'd we do that?".
Grabbing back the list Chris walks over to the meat section of store "how the hell am I suppose to know".
Pushing the cart and following behind Chris he replies "Well, you spent a lot time with mum in the kitchen".
"Yeah, learning how to make potions does this look like I'm making a potion".
"Man you've really perfected mum's sarcasm".
"Fine I'm sorry" he deeply inhales "lets just pick one and get out of here".
"How about this one and that one" Wyatt asks as he points to two different kinds of meat. At Chris's shrugs he dumps them into the cart and then follows him to the checkout.
They head outside loaded down with bags.
"You sure you can cook all this".
"No, but maybe we can" relies Chris stressing the we.
"Chris" Wyatt has stopped in the middle of the road and is staring across the street.
"Man move" screams Chris as he pulls Wyatt safely onto the pavement.
"What were…?".
"Hold this" said Wyatt pushing the bags into Chris's already full arms. Then making his way across the street.
"Damn, he so got that habit from Dad".
INT. ALLEY - DAY
Wyatt is walking into the alleyway after having seen a young woman being attacked by what he thinks is a demon.
"Hello" he calls out as he walks further into the alleyway, unaware that this is a group of demons surrounding him. Shaking his head he turns around only to find that the exit is bricked up.
"What I…" he turns back around in a confused manner, shakes his head and then looks back at the exit where he can nowsee the street. "I'm sure I...".
"Excuse me" he turns to the sound of the voice and sees the woman that he had been watching from across the street.
"You're here".
She gives him a confused look "here where".
He shakes his head "doesn't matter are you ok".
"Me" she smiles "I'm fine" she takes a step backward "but you, your gonna need some help".
"What" he looks around and the illusion covering the demons falls and he finds himself surrounded. "Chris" he shouts as he orbs behind a dumpster. His phone rings and he takes it out of his pocket well aware that the dumpster won't last long "hello… Chris… your calling me on the phone… yes I'm well aware that your not gonna use magic but" he pauses as he stand up and waves at some demons, sending them into the wall "I really need your help… magic help" Some blue orb lights appear beside him and Chris appears from within them.
"What did you do?" he asks.
"Hey, this wasn't my fault".
Chris rolls his eyes "and they think I'm the one to watch".
"Well after setting fire to that woman hair, I think they had reason to".
"Hey" Chris raises one finger "I thought she was a demon, there was no way someone could possibly look that ugly".
Wyatt shakes his head "Are you ready".
"If I said no would you orb us home?".
"Come on little brother, I haven't had fun in a long while" with that said he stands up narrowly missing a fire ball to the head
"Yeah this is a riot" grumbles Chris as he stands up "Hey where'd they go" he looks around then throws up his hands "you couldn't even save me one, now this is just like you. I remember when we were little an…".
"Not now Chris, their still here, from what I gather theirs an illusionist amongst them".
"So what you're saying is that we can't see them, but they can see us".
"Yep".
"This is just great" he looks at Wyatt and finds that he is concentrating on something.
"What you doing?".
"Seeing if I can sense them".
"Can you?".
"Nope, maybe they've gone".
"You think they've just gone".
"For now. We need to get back to the mansion" he pauses "I mean the apartment we need to scry for them".
"Why?".
"Because we can't risk them resurfacing and causing damage".
"Looked like it was a trap, I mean they lured you in here".
"Yeah and who know what they would do to lure me out here again".
"True".
"So can we orb home" he grins.
"No Wy, the car is just a few minutes away" he begins to walk out.
Leaving Wyatt alone "Damn just like Dad".
INT. APPARTMENT – LIVING ROOM - DAY
Wyatt is using his laptop to scry for any demon activity while Chris who's donned an apron is half cleaning the house, half cooking.
"Have you found them yet?" he asks as he lays the table.
Without looking away from his laptop Wyatt replies "No, you finished cooking".
"No" Chris heaves a sigh.
"Maybe we should cancel".
"No, we can do this" he stops fixing the table "This is the first time in ages were all gonna be together".
"But we have a demon on the run".
"Then I suggest you hurry up and find it, because this party starts in 5 hours".
Wyatt lies back in his chair looks up at the ceiling and then returns to scrying.
INT. UNDERWORLD - CAVE - NIGHT
The head demon who we nowknow as Lenoc is standing in front of the quaking illusionist demon.
"Why didn't you kill them?".
"I" the demon looks up from his position on the floor "his brother came".
"So, you could have killed them both".
"I will, I have a plan".
"You mean your kind can think" his tone is laced with mock surprise "What is this plan".
"I plan to…".
INT. SOME PARK ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
"Are you sure this is the place".
"Yes… besides it's all we've got".
"Fine lead the way fearless leader".
"I" something changed in Wyatt vision "I saw something, did you" he turns to find Chris gone "Chris".
"Wyatt" he looks around to find himself all alone in the park "this does not look good".
"Alright what have you done with my brother?" Wyatt's tone is unusually different from his normal carefree one, angry is laced beneath it.
A demon steps out from under one of the illusions made to look like a tree "I wonder if you can see him soon enough to save him" Wyatt raises his arms when the demon stops him "you don't know where you brother is he could be standing right in the line of fire. You want to risk it" lowering his arms Wyatt looks on in defeat.
"Ok, now you need to stop" Chris is bleed and from the looks of it outnumbered, holding out a hand his telekinetically sends a wave of demons backward buying himself some time.
"What I would kill to switch places with Wyatt right now" he thought as he watched the demons advance on him again.
"This is you end witch, unfortunately for you, you can't kill us like your parents could".
"Yeah, maybe I can't but Wyatt can" with that said Chris began chanting.
"Power of the witches rise
Visions unseen by all man's eyes
See the truth from one so near
Shatter the image so my brother sees clear".
"Chris" Wyatt called out as he blinked back the smoke that had suddenly appeared.
"Wyatt".
"Chris" Wyatt called again as he found his brother bleeding on the ground, kneeing next to him he examined his brother's wounds.
"It worked, who would have thought I'd be good at the magic stuff".
"Yes, you did good little brother" he pats him on the shoulder and then stands up to face of against the demons.
"I told you once before leave my family alone" he then raises his arms sending out a pulse wave effectively obliterating them.
"If I ever see you again I will kill you".
The eyes of the illusionist demon that had been hiding in the shadow widens, before he shimmers out.
Turning back toward his brother Wyatt says "what do you say I heal you".
Chris nods "that would be good" and then they both orb out together.
INT. APPARTMENT – DINNING ROOM - NIGHT
A newly healed Chris and Wyatt are standing around the table; it is neatly made with candles and china plates. But there's no food anywhere insight.
"Did you finish the food" asks Wyatt as he loosened the collar of his shirt.
"Nope, I had to throw most of it away".
"What? Why?".
"Come on, we knew it was going to be inedible anyway".
"But what are we going to do, they'll be here any minute".
Chris smiles "well firstly" he walks into the living room "I'm gonna do this" he waves a hand towards the 'magic use jar' and shatters it.
Wyatt raises an eyebrow.
Chris looks down his tone apologetic "look I guess I only made up that stupid rule, 'cause I was jealous that you could do more magic than me".
"And now".
"Now I know that although you may be more powerful than me, I can make spell's up" he snaps his fingers "like that".
"How is this going to help us cook dinner?".
"Well" Chris heads back into the dinning room
"The plates are empty,
Wine glasses to
So fill them up with… yummy food".
Sparking white lights appeared over the dinner table before revealing a table filled with edible food.
"That was a spell".
"It worked didn't it".
The bell of the elevator ringssignifying that someone was coming down.
"There here".
"Let's go…hang on Chris I don't think we should tell them about the demon incident".
"What demon incident" his faceis twisted in a confused expression.
"You are to much little brother" laughes Wyatt as he pats himon the shoulder.
"Wyatt, Chris" we hear the sound of Piper's voice and the camera fades to black.
THE END
Tell me what you think; this is just the pilot of my Charmed Sons series.
I will be revising my story again so if there's any grammatical errors i will catch them!
TITLE/OPENING CREDITS
CHARMED
1X00: PILOT
Starring:
DREW FULLER as CHRIS Halliwell
WES RAMSEY as WYATT Halliwell
Written by: REDSIRENA
END CREDITS