Fifteen Minutes

A trap. A fucking damn trap! That's what the only thought which got a place in Chris' mind, as he was racing through the dark and dirty corridors of the hospital in which they were locked up at the moment. They ended up as the victims of an ancient demon, which trapped witches in different places and forced them to fight for their lives while the conditions were horrifying. There was only one rule. No orbing. No orbing, because it fucking hurt like hell!

The whole damn 'game' started several traps before. The six of them were taken from the middle of a Christmas dinner. Petra, Prue, Patty, Penny, Chris and Wyatt. In each trap they were paired up differently, but never together all of them. Oh and Chris and Wyatt never ended up together either. Maybe because it would have been their only chance for escaping.

This time he was holding Petra's arm, clenching it so tightly that he was sure it really hurt. However, the fourteen years old girl was way too terrified to notice. Not that he would let go. Not a chance. His other cousin, Patty was running next to them, still keeping up with his speed luckily, though she looked really pale and way too close to collapsing. But they couldn't afford it. Not, because if she collapsed, she'd be instantly killed by those malformed and inhuman creatures which really reminded Chris of zombies. Though Chris'd have preferred zombies this time rather than these.

They couldn't run forever, he was sure of that, however he had no damn clue what to do. Petra didn't have active powers, Patty could orb things, like how her mother does, but she was already exhausted, and really… orbing an athame around against so much demon? Nope, not a chance. And Chris? Okay, maybe he could have fought back, but alone or preferably with Wyatt as a back up, but not with two young girls who he needed to protect! He clenched his teeth. It was a damn trap which he couldn't overcome like this.

Suddenly something flashed through the corridor in front of them and a wall appeared blocking their way. He barely had time to stop himself and Petra no to run into it head first. Patty skidded against it with a scream. She slammed her hands against it desperately. She was really close to a panic attack and he couldn't do a damn thing about it, because he was panicking himself.

Their enemies were closing in!

"I saw that you have a little dilemma, Christopher," they heard the voice of the demon, "and because I feel like being generous this time, I think I help you make the decision!"

The wall blurred and two tight niches appeared in it.

"The girls go in!" the demon ordered.

Patty backed away from the wall and Petra grabbed onto Chris' arm and pulled herself close to him.

"No damn way!" Patty shouted. Petra started crying silently, burying her face into his once white shirt.

"Do it or you will be ripped apart pieces by pieces slowly and painfully. Your choice, "the demon stated totally seriously, but still not caring at all.

Chris was damn right panicking. What should he do? Their enemies were already there, their intentions flooding his mind like a tsunami. But there was no guarantee that his cousins wouldn't be hurt if they obeyed.

Suddenly Petra let go of his arm and stepped towards one of the niches. He wanted to scream her name and pull her back, but when she turned towards him, her eyes stopped him. She was certain that it was the right thing to do.

"Patty," she begged silently. Patty stared at her wide eyed.

"You are crazy," she stammered then her gaze fell onto the floor. "I am crazy!"

In the end she shakily walked towards her niche. They both stepped into one. And Chris let them. He didn't know if it was the right decision to make, but he couldn't find it in himself to stop them. He watched numbly as the wall moved again, closing the girls inside the niches. Their gazes burnt themselves into his mind forever. He was sure of that.

"Now, you!" the demon started. "Your task is to defeat these demons. You have fifteen minutes! Of you fail, the girls die and I take away your powers. I think you can imagine what will happen after that!"

The wall disappeared and the corridor was there again. "Time starts!"

Chris angrily spun around and waved his arm towards the demons which had been already behind him. His movement made a wave of telekinetic blast flood out of his body. Its force reduced few of the demons into ashes and another few were partly destroyed. These were the unlucky once. Their death struggle on the floor made the other demons back away slightly.

The achievement of his power outburst gave Chris' overused mind an idea. That was what he had to do. Kill them all with one strike. Use his powers on the whole building. He needed something which connected the whole building… Water! There was a large pool somewhere. For therapies. He closed his eyes, though his guard was still up. He really needed his photographic memory this time… he had seen a map, before the whole madness started in the building… The pool… the corridors… the turns…

His eyes snapped open, immediately he turned and took off running. There was no time to waste. With a madly dash, he could make it!

He ran as fast as he could. Or more. He was sure he never had run so fast ever in his life. The demons were chasing him again, but as long as they were behind him, it was good. He used his power to clear his way. Doors, walls, demons. With telekinetical blasts he destroyed everything without a second thought.

Demons were appearing from everywhere. There were so many. And he was supposed to kill them all. Alone. Moreover, there was barely time left.

He burst through another door and few steps later he ran against a metal rail. He looked down. There, the pool. One floor below. He clenched his fingers around the railing. He pushed his feet off the ground and turned his body. He was falling. From the battle cries of the demons, he knew that his example was followed.

Everything went completely silent as his body slammed into the water. He barely stopped himself from letting the air out of his lungs. After the fast movements now, he was sinking slowly. Just for few seconds while he collected his remaining magic.

There another bodies falling into the water. It quickly turned dark. Bloody arms, hands, black eyes and sharp teeth were nearing him. He curled around himself as his magic concentrated somewhere really near his heart.

Petra. Patty.

Then he let his magic burst out of his body. His limbs shout out, his head fell back. Everything turned blue. Flames, and electric bolts covered everything, filled the whole pool, got into the aqueducts, reaching everywhere. For seconds he felt like that he had become one with the building. And he destroyed it.

When there was nothing left, his feet touched the hard ground. He looked around dazed. Everything was torn apart and ash was covering everything. There was no water left. Everything was dry and lifeless. Some things were still burning with his blue flames. Those flames which were hi strongest weapon and his symbol as the Guardian in the same time. Watching them die out slowly, it occurred to him.

There were no demons.

He let himself fall to his knees. He wanted to pass out. Maybe he should pass out and have a break. He was tired. He fell forwards as his eyes closed.

He heard one last thing….

"Very well, Christopher! Very well!"

Jaj! I did it! Hope you like it! It's a one shot, if you don't want it to continue. Or it will be a series of one shots if you want it to continue.

Bye!