A/N: Hey everyone! So I recently back into the fandom of Charmed and decided to write a fan fiction on it. Anyways this is my first fan fiction that I've ever written for Charmed so I hope you enjoy it. =)
Summary: Demons start targeting Chris for reasons unknown and of course the Halliwells are gonna do everything in their power to stop the demons from succeeding but when these plans go awry, what will they do?
Warnings: Cursing/Spoilers (only a few)/Blood, Violence and Gore/Mentions of Sex and other naughty things
Disclaimer: If I owned Charmed then Chris would've been in every episode. ;)
(I'm a page break since normal ones no longer work. :D)
Chris couldn't stop tapping his foot loudly against the linoleum-tiled floors of his kitchen as he subconsciously picked at his sandwich. He checked the clock every five seconds as he tore apart his sandwich slowly but surely.
Piper stood at the stove, stirring a pot of some sauce she was planning on using for dinner, glancing back at him every so often with an even more annoyed expression than the last.
She finally lost it when Chris had completely destroyed the meal she made for him and was now tapping his foot even louder than before. "Stop tapping your foot or I will blow you up," she snapped, pointing her dripping-stirring spoon right in his face.
Chris looked taken aback by the disgusting spoon almost touching the tip of his nose. He wrinkled his face in disgust and muttered some form of an apology before going back to staring intently at the clock.
Piper didn't like being blown off like that but she was just content that her son was no longer being as annoying as possible. She went back to adding the final ingredient to her sauce before turning the burner off and placing the hot pot aside.
With nothing else to distract she knew she should probably try and comfort her son whose eyes has not yet blinked from his staring. God this was the worst part of being a mother.
"The time's not going to go by any faster just because you're staring at the clock, you know?"
Chris tore his gaze away from the clock to give his mother an aggravated look. "Not if I use magic," he smirked and pretended to chant a spell underneath his breath. Piper smacked the spoon down on the table and Chris' smirk just widened at his mother's rage. "I'm just kidding," he rolled his eyes while his mother gave him the look that just said, "Don't fuck with me kid."
"You better be kidding. I've already given you the lecture on personal gain and I don't want to repeat myself for the millionth time today. I already had to convince Wyatt not to turn his roommate into a ant so he could stomp on him," Piper sighed.
Wyatt was Piper's oldest son and Chris' older brother. He was two years older than Chris so he had gone off to college earlier this year and already was off on the wrong foot with his roommate. Wyatt never told Piper why he hated his roommate so much but Chris knew it was because he had tried to have sex with Wyatt's girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) the first week of being there. Wyatt had almost killed him when he saw the two of them, but luckily all he did was slug him. Wyatt took a picture of the purple bruise on his roommate's face when he was sleeping and sent it to Chris through text message. Chris got in trouble in his Pre Calculus class for bursting out laughing when he saw the picture, but hey it was fucking funny. He didn't even mind having his cell phone taken away. He just orbed it back into his pocket after his teacher put it in her desk. She never found out what exactly happened to Chris' cell.
"Seriously? You should've let him mom, his roommate's a dick-"
"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Piper warned, waving her spoon about again and ended up splattering half the wall with yellow guck. "Ah shit," she grumbled as she grabbed a paper towel to clean up the mess she made. Chris just laughed silently from his seat as he watched his mother wipe off the sauce.
"But that's beside the point Chris," she continued, "You know that if we use magic for personal gain then nothing ever good comes from it… it always ends up biting us in the ass at the worst possible moment. Take it from me, I have too much personal experience to count," She discarded the paper towel as she finished cleaning the last bit of sauce off the wall.
"I know mom, I know," Chris replied distractedly, once again looking up at the clock. Piper noticed her son's attention was once again diverted and she rubbed her temples tiredly. God, she needed a nap.
"I don't understand why you're so impatient to take your road test. I thought you didn't want to take it in the first place," Piper stated.
Chris turned his attention back to her as he replied a little bit angrily, "Because mom, you said I can't orb to school so I either have to drive or take the bus and I hate taking the bus so the only option left is getting my license."
"Of course you can't orb to school. Do you want to expose us?" Piper retorted.
"No! But I think I know how to orb by now without exposing myself," Chris replied hotly. This was the one discussion he wanted to avoid having with his mother.
When Piper found out that Chris had been orbing to school about a week ago she went ballistic on him and planned on grounding him for a month but luckily Leo talked her out of it. Leo did agree that Chris shouldn't be orbing to school but he convinced Piper to give Chris Wyatt's old Toyota if he managed to get his license so that he could drive to school instead of taking the bus. Piper begrudgingly agreed to it but grounded Chris for a week anyways. Today was the last day of his grounding and also the day he scheduled his road test on purpose.
The subject had been too touchy to even think about going anywhere near this past week but now that Piper brought it up again it reminded Chris how the whole situation was bull.
"Yeah so did other people and look what happened to them!" His mother nearly shrieked before composing herself. She promised Leo that she would try and control her temper even though it pissed her off even more to try and control it but she was trying not to think about.
She took deep breaths before continuing, "Listen all I'm saying is that it's too risky and I don't want you to be exposed because something happens. I'm not saying I don't trust you I just don't trust everyone else."
Confusion crossed his face before he admitted, "That last part made no sense." Piper smiled slightly, "I know, I just couldn't think of anything else to say."
Chris smiled at that but his face dropped at the sight of what had just entered into the room. "Mom! Behind you!"
Piper whirled around with her hands at the ready but she put them up too late as the demon whacked her across the face and all Chris saw was a whirl of his mom's long hair as she fell to the ground unconscious.
"Fucking bastard!" Chris waved his arm and the demon soared through the air before crashing to the floor in the next room. He ran to his mother's side quickly but before he had the chance to orb both of them to safety another demon shimmered in. He kicked Chris in the chest and sent the boy flying back. A gasp of pain escaped his lips as his head connected with the counter and the world grew fuzzy around the edges.
"Don't kill him, he's the one," he heard one of the demons grunt in distaste. Chris tried lifting his head but the world continued to spin out of control and he knew that if he wanted to stay conscious then he needed to stay down. If he blacked out and something happened afterwards he didn't know what he would do. "What about her?" Chris heard the faint sound of the demon lightly kicking his mother. He growled.
"Kill her, we don't need her," the other replied.
"Don't you fucking lay a finger on her," Chris groaned, finally pushing himself up just a bit to get a good look at the demons. They looked like normal humans except for the fact that they had the grungiest clothes on possible (like most demons). The taller one that Chris had attacked had a pointed goatee and he actually smirked when Chris spoke up. He strode over to the injured brunette, grabbed him by the hair and threw him back against the counter. Chris cried out in pain.
"And what are you going to do? Huh?"
The other one walked over as well and spoke in a calm manner, "Stop taunting the brat. We don't know what he's capable of."
The taller one snorted in disbelief, "Please, don't give him that much credit. He may be the son of a Charmed One but he's still a brat with no experience… just give me the athame so we can get this over with."
The other one's eyes glowed red for a quick second before he reached into his jacket's pocket and withdrew the knife. Chris' eyes widened in fear at the sight of the object and his attention turned to his mother who was still unconscious. The tall one looked in the direction Chris was looking before barking out a hollow laugh. "This isn't meant for her."
Chris opened his mouth the question the statement but was cut off when the demon shoved the athame deep into his stomach. Chris had never felt so much pain before in his life. He wanted to scream till his lungs collapsed but the only screaming heard was inside his own head. His body had gone into shock and couldn't produce his cries of pain. Through the blinding white pain he also noticed that the athame was glowing faintly and the demons were grinning wildly at the sight of it.
The taller one glanced up into the brunette's eyes and cruelly pulled his hair back so that he was no longer looking him in the face.
Chris had heard before that people black out from the pain but this situation was the complete opposite. The pain was so intense that it heightened all of his senses ten fold so he felt every little discomfort his nerves picked up. How he wished he could just black out from the pain.
"Almost done-" The demon was cut off as it was blown to bits. Chris fell onto to his side with no one there to hold him up anymore and saw his mother with her hands poised in the air while she slowly got up from the floor. Just as she was about to blast the other demon he shimmered away.
Blood pooled around Chris, staining his clothes, the linoleum floors and no doubt his skin. His body began to convulse slightly as his mother ran over with something close to hysteria shining in her chocolate brown eyes.
"WYATT!" She screamed to the sky and a few seconds later the tall 18-year old blond orbed in looking annoyed.
"Mom, I told you not to call me when I'm in class-"
"Heal your brother." Piper interrupted her son mid-lecture and that's when Wyatt took in the scene before him before rushing next to Chris' side and inspecting the damage.
Chris had never felt so weak and so alive at once. He was aware of his consciousness fading in and out as more and more blood poured out of him but every time he came back into full consciousness his gut would scream in agony.
"We need to take the athame out," Wyatt said seriously and something that looked like an apology lined Wyatt's features but without further warning he pulled out the athame.
All Chris saw in that split second was a blinding white light that irrupted into even more pain that before. His vocal cords started working again as a blood curdling scream escaped his lips. Seconds later though he felt the familiar warm glow of being healed and in no time at all the pain had disappeared completely.
Both Piper and Wyatt helped Chris to his feet and sat him down in the kitchen chair. Wyatt saw the cut on Chris' head and healed that as well. Chris managed to murmur a thanks as he tried to put the current events together. What had just happened?
"What happened?" Wyatt asked, all annoyance from before completely gone as he looked genuinely concerned for his family.
Piper looked at Chris quickly before turning back to her oldest soon and replying, "I don't know."
Needless to say, Chris did not take his road test that evening.
(I'm a page break since normal ones no longer work. :D)
A/N: Well that's about it. I hope you enjoyed. =)
Reviews and whatnot are always welcome. Thanks for reading!