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Made a Deal

1. THE DEATH

"Here or there, I'm dead anyway." Chris bitterly said.

"No. He gave me his word he wouldn't hurt you." Bianca responded. That's the only reason she betrayed Chris. She knew she was naïve to believe a person like Lord Wyatt but she had no other choice. She loves Chris and would do anything to keep him alive.

`You don't know there's something more than Wyatt. Something deeper.` He looked at her hurtfully and orbed away.

"Don't give up. Okay? Don't give up." His dad started begging.

If he could he would smile because in his dictionary there isn't the word "give up". He would never give up on his family. He would never give up on his brother. But his dad's eyes full of unshed tears made him somehow regret when he knew how deep the sorrow his death would bring to his family.

But there's something more than that.

"You either." He weakly said and let out the last breath he had hold so long to wait for his dad.

Blackness came to embrace him. And then came the light. He waited for the Angel of Death.

"Chris!" Clarence opened his arms to welcome him.

"Clarence! … Did I change anything? … My life, my death, was it worth something?" He asked.

"Yes, it's worth. You are a strong and brave person, Chris." Clarence gently replied.

"Then… take me to her, I want to receive my reward she promised me." He took a deep breath and clenched his hand tightly.

He had something to fulfill, to make sure.

18 years later…

"There was a fire at the apartment. Some children stuck in the third floor… your brother jumped in to help. We didn't know that a murder had hidden in that apartment… The children jumped out through the window with Chris's help. The last one prepared to jump. And … we heard a shot gun… The child jumped and then your brother fell… We think… the bullet killed him almost immediately… before he fell… your brother, he's so brave. We're really sorry." The policeman sadly said.

This can't be true. Right? Wyatt convinced himself. Chris is a strong man. God, he is a witch with the Power of Freezing, he can orb, how can he die of a bullet?! With 18 years experiences of facing demons, more than 10 years experiences of vanquishing demons, how can he be defeated so easily like that?

"We found his wallet but we still need the family's confirmation." From far away, the policeman continued. His voice dragged Wyatt back to reality. Maybe there's still hope. Maybe Chris lost his wallet in his way. But his pain early and the nothing he had felt when he tried to sense Chris, both of them told him different.

"Please give us some times. I need to call for my parents, is it okay?" Wyatt tried hard to steady his voice.

"Please take your time. Contact us when you reach to San Francisco Memorial."

They left. The Manor fell into silence. His sister, Melinda sat like a statue on the couch. He didn't know what to do. Every time, when something big happens so sudden like this, Chris always is the one who acts first. Wyatt couldn't handle this situation alone, he knew that. He called like a lost child.

"AUNT PAIGE!"

The orbing light appeared immediately. His aunt asked before she was fully formed.

"What's wrong, Wyatt?"

"Can you take mom and dad and aunt Phoebe home? I don't think I can control my orb now and I can't explain it twice. Please." He still couldn't stand up from the couch. Looking at her nephew and her niece's lost eyes, Paige quickly orbed away. Something bad, very bad happened.

Wyatt was sinking in his memories…

*FLASH*

"Where are you going, Chris?"

"To the library. I have to take my note and finish some reports. I'll be late."

"Do you have to go now? I have some demon to hunt."

"Do it yourself and be careful, Wy. I won't be always beside to watch your back. See ya."

***

His mom had come back. How could he break the news for her?

"Mom, it's Chris."

*FLASH*

"Hey, that's cheating." His grandpa frowned at him.

"It wasn't me. It's Chris." Wyatt said, a hint of pride in his voice. His baby brother had just helped him to win grandpa.

***

"No way!!!" Mom shouted the same sentence with grandpa. Totally different case.

"They said we need to go to the San Francisco Memorial Hospital. I will call a cab."

*FLASH*

"Wy, stop it. Don't fight. Wyatt."

"Stay away Chris." Wyatt punched the red head boy one more time before Chris jumped in and pulled him away from his victim.

"That's enough, Wyatt. You will be in trouble."

"No one can lay a finger on my brother and stay safe with me. Remember it!" Wyatt shouted the last time at the bully who dared to pick up on Chris.

***

He was Chris's big brother. His responsibility is protecting Chris. And he failed.

"I will lead you. This way, please." A doctor gently opened the door for his family. A doctor...

*FLASH*

"I want to become a doctor. Like dad." Chris said while chopping some carrot.

"Why? You won't work at the restaurant? Mom really wants you become her assistant."

"Because I can't heal like you and aunt Paige. So, I want to learn how to heal in a different way. I still help mom when I have time."

"Hmm, I'm sure you can do, buddy."

***

The doctor pulled out the tray. Wyatt clenched his teeth.

*FLASH*

"Wyatt, meet your baby brother, Christopher Perry Halliwell. Be nice to him and protect him for mommy, okay?"

"O'tay, mommy." Wyatt tried to touch the baby in the bundle. All he could touch is a small hand. It's…

***

… so cold and white… and lifeless.

"NOOOOO! NOOOOO! CHRIIIIIIS!" His mom collapsed in his aunt's arms.

He stepped backward and bumped against the table. Something fell and broke. Something cut into his finger… Something cut into his heart.

The death.