Hey, yet another new story!!!!! But this one is actually planned out so...you know it might actually work out! (I've had this written for forever so figured I might as well post it given that I won't be posting anything else for a while...)
IMPORTANT NOTE! - AFTER THIS ALL OF MY STORIES WILL BE GOING ON HOLD UNTIL AROUND MID JUNE DUE TO EXAMS - AFTER THAT THEY WILL ALL BE RESUMED I PROMISE...THEY ARE NOT ABANDONED I WILL RETURN TO THEM!
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Christopher Halliwell stood gazing over the destruction with a small smile on his face, the witches, innocents and demons all lay broken and bloodied on the floor beneath him. He made his way over the bodies, not caring who he trod on headed for the black leather jacket he had spied earlier during the fight. The bottom of his black jeans were covered in blood that was slowing seeping further and further up and the soles of his trainers were full of it. He shrugged the black jacket off the corpse and pulled it on over his own black hoodie once again ignoring the blood. He grinned as the jacket slipped on easily, fitting him as if it had been tailor made. Casting one last look over the carnage behind him, the youngest surviving member of the Halliwell family flamed out, not giving a damn about exposing magic, hell if people hadn't realised by now that this was not run of the mill World War 2 style takeover then there really was no hope for the human race.
Just after he left a blonde haired three year old girl stirred shifting the body off the top of her, not yet old enough to realise that said body was a corpse and whimpered as her clearly broken wrist caught against the floor as she tried to sit up. A brown haired whitelighter orbed in in front of the girl, surveying the scene in shock and horror her feelings clearly evident on her face. She took hold of the girl's wrist allowing the healing glow to come. A few minutes later she was done and she pulled the girl into a tight embrace anxiously looking round for her parents. The whitelighter sighed as she spotted their corpses just a few feet away and pulled the three year old closer as if trying to cut her off from the world. She orbed off the girl still in her embrace trying to wipe the image of the girl's dead parents lying on the floor broken and lifeless, the girl clinging to her shirt like it was a lifeline; which at this point it was.
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Christopher Halliwell arrived back in the Underworld a triumphant smile on his face as he waved his prize in his older brother's face. Wyatt sighed and swatted his brother who immediately put a fake look of hurt on his face and pouted, annoyed at having his moment of triumph wrecked.
"You're no fun anymore Wyatt." He moaned. "Good job I can entertain myself now."
"Congratulations Christopher." Wyatt said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so proud of you."
"I know you are Daddy." Chris shot back, determined to get his money's worth now he had his brother alone; plus he was still Wyatt's little brother and still loved annoying him.
"Careful Christopher." Wyatt said in a mock stern voice. "You wouldn't want me to have to cut out your tongue would you?"
"No. Then how would I annoy you?"
"That would be the point dear brother." Wyatt said laughing.
"Exactly, where would the fun in that be?" Chris replied, joining his brother in laughter.
Both of the boys were secretly glad they could still do this, no matter how much of America they had control of it was still good to mess about and have a laugh with each other; so long as it wasn't in front of any of their, as Chris liked to call them minions, or in Wyatt's terms lackeys. Either way neither of them could show any weakness in front of any of them; many demons were still jealous of how the two Halliwells had completely taken over the both the Underworld and the mortal world and, according to rumour, they were finally starting to dominate the astral plane too. Any sign of weakness could destroy what they had spent two years trying to create. A thud on the heavy wooden door interrupted the two boys who both immediately stopped laughing and Chris finally noticed the blood on the bottom of his jeans.
"Damn." He muttered. "That's the third pair this week."
"You shouldn't be so quick to go running through blood after a massacre then." Wyatt shot back as he sent the door flying open with a gesture from his fingers.
"I wanted the jacket!" Chris sent at his brother defensively.
"Whatever." Wyatt said turning his attention to the upper level demon that had just walked into the room. "Yes?"
"I just thought I should let you know that she showed up again."
"I thought we'd told her to stop interfering?" Chris said to his brother.
"We did." Wyatt said through gritted teeth annoyance clear on his face. "What did she do?"
"Took a child." The demon said.
"I thought I told you to leave no survivors." Wyatt said to his brother glaring.
"I didn't! At the one you told me to go to; at the other though..." Chris trailed off looking uncomfortable at being thought incompetent instead of angry like he usually did. Maybe that would have something to do with her being involved.
"You know what I don't want to know." He turned back to the demon. "Despatch a squad, find the kid do whatever you want with her. Just make sure you get her too – but don't kill her, I don't think she learnt her lesson last time," He paused and added as an afterthought. "And I'm kind of looking forward to it."
The demon hurried off eager to get on with the task and not get in the way of the brothers.
"So. She's still trying to mess with us then?" Wyatt mused.
"I really did think that was obvious Wyatt." He rolled his eyes. "And you were saying I was the dumb one." He laughed.
Wyatt scowled. "Don't you have an elsewhere to be?"
"Yes." Chris said grinning. "But this is more fun."
Wyatt sent a book flying at his younger brother who, to Wyatt's annoyance, ducked so the book sailed harmlessly over his head. Chris smirked at how his brother had reacted, he may be the Source of all Evil but he was still an idiot. And a big one at that. The younger Halliwell flamed out headed back to the scene of his massacre to leave his calling card; just in case she came back. Which she would, of course she would. She was delusional, still thought that he wasn't completely gone, that he could be saved. Christopher Halliwell shook his head laughing at her stupidity. He dipped his fingers into the pool of blood covering the entire floor and started drawing on the wall. Licking his fingers clean once he was done Chris took a step back to admire his handiwork. He smiled, it was perfect; one of the best he'd ever done. He flamed back out, his only just dry jeans once again wet.
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The brunette witch sat on his bed still clothed from head to toe in black, though now no longer in jeans. He played with a loose thread on his tracksuit bottoms bored. Christopher Halliwell was powerful and bored with a Halliwell temper, not the best of combinations under any circumstances but given that Christopher Halliwell had almost complete control of the Underworld and most of upside America; if he felt like it he could destroy half of that just for the sake of it.
Chris grabbed the closest book off of his bedside drawers and rolled onto his stomach opening the book to a random page and reading just for the sake of something to do. His eyes ran over the text written in an ancient demonic text that very few people nowadays could understand. He flipped the page continuing to read the, very, graphic torture methods listed inside; many long since lost. He barely glanced up as one of the 'minions' brought a tray of food in. He waved a hand in recognition and the demon bowed and hurried off, unwilling to be in the presence of the Dark Lord for any longer than necessary. The brunette stared at the tray already feeling sick at the thought of eating, his body was used to going long times without food when he went off to the astral plane or undercover in the resistance, and he'd only eaten earlier that day. He sighed and forced the food into his mouth desperately fighting the urge to throw it all up.
He finished, pushing the tray as far away from him as possible and grabbing his book once more. Half an hour later he closed it and, changing back into his jeans and grabbing his newly acquired leather jacket, sauntered through the Underworld until he once again came to his brother doing something that only Wyatt knew.
"Christopher." Wyatt said also dressed purely in black however his jeans weren't covered in blood and the leather jacket he was wearing hadn't been taken from a massacre victim. His blonde hair and blue eyes didn't seem to fit with the picture at all but somehow Wyatt had managed to take control of the entire Underworld; as well as most of America.
"Hello to you too brother." Chris said falling into step behind him.
"Am I to presume there is a purpose to this?" He said wondering why his brother was there, normally at this point he was refusing to eat not out and about chasing after him. Although sometimes it was both. "Did you eat."
"Yeah, barely and now I'm bored." Chris stated. "I'm also bored of the torture book, interesting though it is."
"The one in that dodgy ancient language?"
"Yes. And it's not dodgy, you just don't understand it." Chris said. "Although there was one method that looked extremely painful, I wanna try it out on her if they ever come back."
"Patience Christopher." Wyatt admonished. "It's only been a day."
"And that day has been one filled of boredom."
A demon coming the opposite way quickly slipped into a side cave lest he incur the wrath of the brothers. Wyatt smirked at the demon's obvious display of fear, purposely shooting him a glare as they walked past his hiding place causing the demon to tremor.
"You'd think being demons, they'd act a little bit more scary." Wyatt said to his brother deciding to change the subject, for no apparent reason.
"Hello! Have you seen yourself lately?" Chris asked, an expression of disbelief on his face. "You killed four demons yesterday just because you didn't like your food!"
"That was a good reason Christopher." He said smiling. "Anyway what was this torture method you want to try?"
"You'll have to wait and see." Chris said deliberately trying to annoy his brother, speeding off leaving Wyatt no choice but to run after him to catch up.
"Real mature Christopher."
"What can I say? I'm just a child at heart."
Wyatt smiled and ruffled his younger brother's hair, the latter of the two immediately starting to protest and pull away, the other laughing as his younger brother tried to escape. A demon in front of the pair put that to a stop and both quickly regained composure, wiping the grins off their faces and attempting to look deadly serious.
"Sir, I thought you might like to know that we found the girl."
"And?" Chris asked his interest peaking.
"The girl is in the dungeons however she has not been located." The demon said and would have been cowering if it were not for his fear of being called weak.
"Well find her!" Wyatt roared. "And give the girl to Christopher or else I think he'll end up blowing half of this place up out of boredom."
Chris grinned, an evil look in his eyes. Wyatt rolled his eyes at Chris' love and obsession for torture. Without a backwards glance Chris sped off heading for the dungeons, or torture chambers as Chris called them, mentally planning on the best way to get a scream out of the girl. Wyatt watched him go, swearing he could feel his brother's excitement and glee at having something to do. Mind you it wasn't a shock, Chris was often over reactive when he had something fun to do. As Chris himself had said he really was a child at heart, which would explain why, when Wyatt had sent him off on a massacre, Chris' face had lit up like a five year old who had been given a bag of sweets and told he could eat them all.
Christopher Halliwell stepped into the 'torture chamber' his face cool but his eyes full of excitement. The blonde haired three year old was chained to the wall, her clothes already ripped and stained with blood from Chris' earlier massacre, and probably some that came from the demons who went looking for her. Her eyes were full of fear and dread at what was going to happen, the clear cut crystal blue almost sharp enough to rival Wyatt's. Her pale pink top was missing a sleeve and she was shaking making the chains pinning her there rattle. He walked forwards slipping off his new leather jacket and pulling a sharp silver dagger out of his jeans; he stopped a few feet away from the girl and tested the blade against his finger, it immediately drew blood and he smiled. Perfect.
He stepped in front of the girl slowing drawing the blade across her cheek enjoying the moans of pain coming from the three year old. He wiped the blade clean on a small dark cloth he had pulled out of his pocket and slipped it back into his jeans watching the tears fall down the small child's face. His face was one of pure joy as he watched the three year old in pain, chained to the wall and struggling half from pain, half from fear and desperation. He sat there, perfectly still for five minutes watching the girl cry, almost pathetically in Chris' eyes, before once again pulling the dagger out of his jeans, this time though it wasn't a gentle cut, nothing like it.
Wyatt Halliwell stood listening to the tortured screams of the three year old girl and smiled.
A brunette whitelighter stood watching him, a single tear running down her cheek.
What on Earth had happened to the two of them that made them end up like this? What happened to the boys she used to know?
A tear ran down her other cheek.
God only knew.
She blinked, wiping away the tears.
But she was going to stop it. No matter what it took.
She wanted her brothers back.
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So.........reviews please, first time I have tried anything like this so what's it like????????????????? If you don't like then blame the evil, and very persistent, plot bunnies that keep arriving in my house. I swear there's a whole network of tunnels down there full of them!!!! Lol This one will actually get to grow into a story rabbit though – I like it too much not to.
Oh and the little kid was alone because well I don't know she just was so I could write the whole thing at the end. This is just to see what you think – I might not finish it because I have an a4 sheet of writing and this didn't even cover one line...will eventually be a Charmed/HP xover I have decided I like writing them...
Ldf x