Charmed fanfic – Chris Halliwell's live
Past, Present and Future Issues
Chapter one – 1. Cold and Miserable
Chris Perry Halliwell was sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge, his legs crossed, his hands upon his face. It was chilly up there, with a cold wind causing him to shiver, but what do you expect in the middle of the night. He had sit there for a long while now, at least three of four hours, but he'd lost sense of time a long while ago.
The only thing he wore was a thin T-shirt, no jacket, but he didn't mind. Of course he did feel cold, but he already felt so miserable, that he didn't care about the weather at this moment. What he did care about was his family. His family betraying him like that. Somehow he could understand them, he understood why his family didn't trust him. But it still hurted like hell.
He was banished from the manor, his mom... Piper, had told him she never wanted to see him again. His father who already mistrusted him, lost the last bit of faith in him as well as Phoebe and Paige did. And so now he was homeless. Completely homeless, and all alone with no one to rely on.
It happened a couple of hours ago, and the pain was still fresh. Chris sighed as he thought about the event of the evening. Wyatt had been turned evil, and of course Chris was to blame. Sure, he was NOT to blame, but they didn't believe. And why would they? They had no reason to trust him, for all he did was lie to them. But it was not because he liked to lie to them, he just had to. He couldn't risk them find out who he really was. Their son.
It could mess up the future in even worse ways. And that future of his, that already was pretty fucked up. Because of his brother nonetheless, who he now was unable to save.
Why was live so hard on him? Why be so cruel on him?
Another shakely sigh escaped his mouth. Partly from the cold, partly from the way he felt right now: Miserable. That was the best way to describe it. Miserable. Betrayed. Alone.
After he had been banned from the manor, he had orbed to P3, to pick up some stuff, like his engagement ring, and the golden necklace his mother had given him when he turned 14. He never wore the thing though, because he was afraid it might get broken during a demonfight.
Also he had gathered some money, and a few potions he had left. But he forgot to take his jacket, and now he was suffering a cold because of that. But he didn't want to go back there. It would only remind him of Piper, the look on her face when she told him she never wanted to see him again. The looks of both his aunts gave him were almost as bad, with thesame hate and mistrust and disappointment. But his moms was worse, she was his mother for crying out loud. But she couldn't know. It wasn't her fault. And Leo, he had looked at him the same way the others did, but Leo didn't matter that much to Chris. He tried to avoid him anyway.
The cars below him just rushed through the night, no stopping it. It was weird to realize the people down there were busy living, while he had the feeling his life was ending. How could he possible safe Wyatt now? Now, when he was all on his own.
For a moment he considered going back to the future. But he rejected that thought immediately. He couldn't do that, not after all he'd promised to the others. After all he promised to his sister, and to the one he loved. No, he had to keep fighting. But how was he going to do that, with no one to support him? No one to trust or to help.
And so he kept awake most of the night, until his sight finally got weary and blurry and his eyes got heavy and at last he let the sleep get over him.
A long night sleep, that's what he longed for at the moment the bright shining of the rising sun stung his eyes, and he opened them grumbling. It took him no more than two seconds to realize where he was, and what had happened.
"Ah no..." He mumbled recalling the event of yesterday evening to memory. How was he ever going to fix this on his own? He had to somehow regain their trust, although he didn't quite know how to do that. But that had to wait anyway, not just because he didn't know how, but also because they probably needed time to scale down their hate for him. He did at least. So weird to know your own family hates you, he thought. His future was bad, you could easily say horrible, but at the moment he thought this was just as bad.
He tried to sit up, and felt his body was half frozen. He looked at this hands and shocked came to realize they were slightly blue. He had to get out, to go do something. When he moved over to his other hip, he felt the potions in his pocket slide and clang. That's when he pulled himself together and decided to go on with what he was here for to do in the first place. The sooner he found the demon that would turn Wyatt, the sooner he could go home, to his own future home. Home to Melinda and Bianca.
He smiled at the thought of seeing them again, happy and safe, and orbed out.
He retook his form in P3, and silently, not knowing what time it was, and afraid Piper would be in P3 hearing him, he pulled a little box from under the bed and put it on the table, which was covered in papers and books, which he first genly pushed aside. In the box there were even more papers, but he searched for one in particular. When he found it, he pulled it out carefully and glanced at it a moment. On the paper were names, written in a sloppy handwriting. His writing, but a few names were written in a very tidy handwriting. Melindas.
But before he could do anything else he quickly orbed out when he heard familiar footsteps closing up, not wanting Piper to notice him.
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Damn it! He cursed himself, now he had again forgotten to take his jacket. Standing on the bridge again, he felt his body slightly trembling. But it didn't really matter, he now had something to keep him warm. He glanced at the paper in his hand. It had names on it, names of demons the resistance had gathered, demons that possible had something to do with Wyatt turning evil. Now the sisters wouldn't vanquish them, he had to do it himself. The only problem was that he couldn't use the book now. He would have to kill them with his bare hands, and the potions he still had left over from the previous demon hunts.
He read over the names and picked one he figured he could take by himself.
-Domian
Domian was just a regular demon, Chris knew, not a hard victim, but still a treath to baby Wyatt. He fold the paper intwo and put it in his pocket. He knew where to find Domian, he had crossed paths with him in the future. He devoured his victims in a small hidden cave, somewhere in the underworld, not hard to find.
Let get this over with, he thought bitterly and he orbed. Occuring in white lights, he recognised the cave. This was the right place, Chris thought and slipped his hands in his pocket when he heard a gasp from behind him. He turned around and ducked immediately. He faced Domian, a big filthy looking Demon, dressed in rags, who was throwing energieballs at him. Chris instinctly waved his arm, causing the Demon to fly across the cave, crashing against the wall. The demon briefly looked at him stunned, but restored himself quickly.
"You're a witchlighter?" He said confused. Trying to struggle up he threw another energyball aimed at Chris, who easily avoided it.
He shrugged. "That's right," He said pushing the demon against the wall again with his telekinesis. "Must be an honour, being killed by a witchlighter, they're quite rare." He said sarcastically, after which he threw a blue coloured potion to the demon, who shrieked briefly, then dissappeared in an explosion.
Chris sighed, another demon of his list, but his relief only lasted short, for he suddenly heard the rustling sound of demons shimmering in. Immediately he turned around, freezing several energyballs rushing towards him, and sent the energyballs straight back to three of the demons, who screeched and exploded. He again turned around when he heard demons behind him shimmering in. Instantly he grabbed some more potions and directed them at the two demons, who also shrieked and exploded. But time to be relieved wasn't there for Chris, for even more demons shimmered in, now everywhere, surrounding him.
Chris waved his hand, through which several demons were sent flying through the cave, but that wasn't enough to scare the demons away. Demons kept shimmering in, and Chris kept vanquishing them at full speed, at the same time dicking and avoiding energyballs flying towards him. He thought he had it under control, but no he wasn't so sure how he was going to get out of this mess. Just when he threw the last potion he had left he heard a voice in his head, calling his name.
"Chris! Chris Perry! Get your ass down here!"
"Great." Chris muttered, still fighting for his life. He got distracted from the fight when he heard the voice again, this time screaming his name.
"CHRIS!" An energyball hit him hard in his shoulder, and burned a bit of his flesh. Moaning in pain he vanquished a few other demons, but when the voice sounded again, in an anxious way, and his arm viciously ached, he decided it was time for him to bring the fight to an end. With as much power as he could put into it, he waved his yet unharmed arm to send a few demons to the wall, then dropped himself to the floor, to create confusion and orbed out.
He reformed in the manor, where he found himself cought up in a fight again. He spotted his aunts and his mother, who noticed him orbing in as well, but couldn't welcome him, for the demons were throwing energyballs at them merciless.
Chris waved his hands, sending two energyballs in the direction of two big dirty looking demons, who screamed before exploding. Chris felt the sisters glancing at him surprised, but he didn't react at them. He send as many demons as he could through the wall, and cleared his way towards the sisters, who now were in a easier position, and could now bale him out.
"What the hell? Chris, how did you grant that power? Whitelighters don't have that power!" Piper yelled at him over the screaming over the decreasing ammount of demons.
"He isn't a whitelighter." A familiar voice sounded, and Chris turned around so fast he lost his balance.
"Bianca?" He practically cried out. But before he got an answer he found himself flying across the room, after a energyball had hit him hard in the stomach. Oddly though, the energyball hadn't been on high voltage, he realised when he hit the flour hard but found himself still conscious.
"Oh my god, Chris!" He heard another voice scream, followed by the sound of flames, screaming and at last exploding demons. Finally they were all gone, and Chris heard footsteps running towards him. Moaning in pain he opened his eyes and stared in the eyes of the one person he had never expected to see here.
"My god..." He stuttered while the young woman in front of him gently pushed Piper aside and held her hands above the big hole in Chris' stomach. A golden light came out of her hands, and Chris felt the gap in his stomach healing quick.
"Melinda? Bianca? What in heavens name are you doing here?"
