Charmed Stories
A/N: This is my first Charmed Fanfic, I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Charmed characters or anything related to them.
Claimer: I do own the fictional Wilson Junior High, Wyatt's friends, and of course, my friends.
Chapter 1
Wyatt Mathew Halliwell
It was raining when Wyatt stepped out of the tall Victorian house that he lived in with his Aunt Phoebe, Aunt Paige, and his mother Piper. Just like my mood, he thought grimly. Having grown up without a Dad, Wyatt had the sensitivity that was rare to fourteen year old. Walking down the mist covered street, Wyatt thought about his family.
There was Aunt Phoebe, the journalist of the Halliwell family, Aunt Paige, the feisty red head with the temper, his mother Piper, calm and reserved, and the other spirits of dead Halliwells.
His father was a person Wyatt keenly missed. It wasn't that Leo was talked about in the mansion, it was nearly the opposite. From what Wyatt could piece together over the years, his Father had been tall, green-eyed, and brown haired. Just like me, Wyatt reflected bitterly.
He stopped at the donut shop and picked up a sugar frost donut. Taking a bite, Wyatt continued his walk to school. He wished he could just orb, but there were people all around him. Sighing dejectedly, Wyatt took a shortcut through the abandoned alley near 25th street.
But it wasn't abandoned. Wyatt's instincts told him to duck, and he did immediately. A piece of metal flew pass where his head was moments earlier. A second later, a tall scrawny teenager stepped out of the darkness. "Looking for someone boy?" He hissed.
Wyatt was cautious. "No."
The gangster was persistent. "Well you won't find her here. She's not here. She's being taken to the boss."
Wyatt was instantly alert. An innocent! "Who?"
"I dunno. Some girl we found near the school. Pretty girl."
"Where is she?" Wyatt demanded suddenly, aware that time was running out for whoever the girl is.
The dark haired gangster shrugged. "Who knows? Its not like I'm related to the boss. But I suspect that she's in P3 somewhere, in the back in one of those private party rooms partying with the boss." He grinned, a leering sickly grin. "She was pretty too, had a nice tight butt."
Wyatt was already orbing away. "I'll deal with you later. When I'm done with your boss. When I'm back, you'll wish you're never born!"
He found himself in a party room, and the lights were dark. He could hear muffled screaming and a low soft voice. "Don't worry girlie...it'll be done in a moment, just hold your breath and relax..."
A squeal echoed through the room. Wyatt turned to the corner where it was. He could just make out a battered mattress. On top of it was a large man and he was on top of a girl. The innocent! Wyatt thought immediately, and turned to rescue her.
A/N: This is my first Charmed Fanfic, I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Charmed characters or anything related to them.
Claimer: I do own the fictional Wilson Junior High, Wyatt's friends, and of course, my friends.
Chapter 1
Wyatt Mathew Halliwell
It was raining when Wyatt stepped out of the tall Victorian house that he lived in with his Aunt Phoebe, Aunt Paige, and his mother Piper. Just like my mood, he thought grimly. Having grown up without a Dad, Wyatt had the sensitivity that was rare to fourteen year old. Walking down the mist covered street, Wyatt thought about his family.
There was Aunt Phoebe, the journalist of the Halliwell family, Aunt Paige, the feisty red head with the temper, his mother Piper, calm and reserved, and the other spirits of dead Halliwells.
His father was a person Wyatt keenly missed. It wasn't that Leo was talked about in the mansion, it was nearly the opposite. From what Wyatt could piece together over the years, his Father had been tall, green-eyed, and brown haired. Just like me, Wyatt reflected bitterly.
He stopped at the donut shop and picked up a sugar frost donut. Taking a bite, Wyatt continued his walk to school. He wished he could just orb, but there were people all around him. Sighing dejectedly, Wyatt took a shortcut through the abandoned alley near 25th street.
But it wasn't abandoned. Wyatt's instincts told him to duck, and he did immediately. A piece of metal flew pass where his head was moments earlier. A second later, a tall scrawny teenager stepped out of the darkness. "Looking for someone boy?" He hissed.
Wyatt was cautious. "No."
The gangster was persistent. "Well you won't find her here. She's not here. She's being taken to the boss."
Wyatt was instantly alert. An innocent! "Who?"
"I dunno. Some girl we found near the school. Pretty girl."
"Where is she?" Wyatt demanded suddenly, aware that time was running out for whoever the girl is.
The dark haired gangster shrugged. "Who knows? Its not like I'm related to the boss. But I suspect that she's in P3 somewhere, in the back in one of those private party rooms partying with the boss." He grinned, a leering sickly grin. "She was pretty too, had a nice tight butt."
Wyatt was already orbing away. "I'll deal with you later. When I'm done with your boss. When I'm back, you'll wish you're never born!"
He found himself in a party room, and the lights were dark. He could hear muffled screaming and a low soft voice. "Don't worry girlie...it'll be done in a moment, just hold your breath and relax..."
A squeal echoed through the room. Wyatt turned to the corner where it was. He could just make out a battered mattress. On top of it was a large man and he was on top of a girl. The innocent! Wyatt thought immediately, and turned to rescue her.