Future Charmed
New Generation
CHAPTER ONE
Chris is running towards his brother Wyatt as a baby, then watches him grow older in to an evil person.
"No, you cant be evil again." Chris cried with disbelieve.
" Still stuck in the good verses evil moral. Its all about power now, little brother." Laughs Wyatt.
"That's my boy" Smiles Leo from behind.
"Yeah Wyatt, show him what you got." says phoebe, who standing besides Leo. Next to her is Paige and Piper smiling as well.
"No, no, no. this cant be happening its not true." yells Chris louder.
Chris sits up from his dream. He looks around then shakes his head, he picks up the glass next to him and pours water from the jug. He drinks it, then goes back to sleep.
"Morning, gramps." Wyatt said with a big smile. He walked round the counter and sat down on the stool opposite his grandpa.
Victor was staying at the Halliwell mansion while Leo and Piper are on their vacation. Wyatt and his brother Chris are sons of the most powerful witch, the charmed one. They lived together in the mansion with Wyatt's best friend Rachel Collins, who is also a witch. She used to live next door to them when she was five but was abused by her mother for being a witch. Piper Halliwell couldn't take it, so took her in as her own. Rachel and Wyatt grew up together as the best of friends, but she and Chris never seemed to have get along. Chris's girlfriend Bianca visited the mansion to see Chris at anytime of the day.
"Morning, Wyatt. Sleep well?" asked Victor as he passed Wyatt toast.
"Yep." replied Wyatt. He looked up and saw Rachel creep behind Victor and smiled.
"MORNING GRAMPS." she said loudly. Victor jumped and laughed with her. He gave her hug and a toast.
Hmm nice to see the love gramps gives Rachel, thought Wyatt, just wish she'd get on with Chris the same way she gets on with gramps. His thoughts we're interrupted as Chris orbed in with white circle balls next to him.
"You know Rach, we don't need a morning alarm clock." Chris said with a glare, while he sat on the stool beside Wyatt.
"No I don't know, cheery." she said unaffected by his words.
Ahh, here we go. Like to see a morning with out an insult or a sarcasm. Wyatt thought. He looked down and started to swipe the crumbs of the table with his hands. Just at that point, Bianca shimmered in the kitchen. She wrapped her arms round Chris and sat on his lap. Wyatt watched the stern look Rachel gave Bianca. Rachel never seemed to trust Bianca. Although Wyatt felt as though it was because Rachel was jealous because she loved Chris since they were young. Though she deny it fully if I ever asked her that or maybe she doesn't realise her real feelings for Chris like he doesn't towards her, thought Wyatt.
" You know as a doctor I'm gonna prescribe you guys to get a room." said Rachel with a raised eyebrow as Chris and Bianca have seemed to have glued their lips together. Rachel who worked as a qualified doctor saved lives at the hospital as well as fighting the forces of evil with Wyatt and Chris. Chris worked for Darrel Morris at the police station. Whereas Wyatt followed in his Aunt Phoebe footsteps and became a journalist but is a full time reporter.
"Er…guys quit it. Ur gonna be late for work." Wyatt interrupted before Chris argue back. Seriously they never shut up arguing once they start. Wyatt got up and picked up his report.
"You know in my days we used to drive cars with keys and you were in control of your own car." Victor said looking at Wyatt as he heads out towards the kitchen door.
"Firstly we are in control of our cars as you call it and secondly in your day cars where slow and they had a higher chance of crashing." laughed Wyatt turning around to face his grandpa. Bianca, Chris and Rachel smiled at Wyatt's words.
"Yes true but in my day those were the cars that got you to school on time." smiled Victor. Everyone laughed, Wyatt shook his head, smiling more broadly and walked out in to the hallway. He walked out the front door and went to his hover jet. Just as he got in Rachel ran out and knocked on his window.
"Hey can you give me a ride to work?, my jet still at the shop for repairs." she said to Wyatt breathing heavily.
"Sure hop in." he said. She got in the jet and the jet automatically started, with a cool female voice it said " DESTINATION TO HONEST HOSPTAL."
Wyatt smirked as he took the wheel.
"Why are you smirking?" asked Rachel as she surveyed Wyatt.
"Sorry, its just the name honest hospital. Couldn't they think of something better?" he replied.
"Er…I don't know. I wasn't at the meetings when the building was given its name." she looked at him and they both burst in laughter's.
Shit, gonna be late for work again. Chris watched at the red light furiously. Come on turn green already. He signed and looked at his watch, it said 8:56am. The light turned green. Finally, I never thought it would turn green. He drove on, glancing at his watch now and again.
He parked his jet outside the police station parking lot.
Phew, no Darrel. He'd kill me for being late again. He walked quickly to his office door. Just as he got to the door, Darrel's voice boomed from the other side of the room.
"Chris. My office now." he glared at Chris and walked in to his office.
Dam. Busted. He signed and walked slowly towards Darrel's office. He stood at the door and knocked.
"Come in."
Hesitating, knowing what was coming he opened the door and walked in the office. Darrel office was big and had photographs of him and his awards. Darrel sat behind a huge desk and behind him was large window. On Darrel desk was a picture of his family on one side and on the other a picture of him and the halliwell's.
"Morning Chris." Darrel said with a strange cheeriness in his voice. "Come and sit down, relax."
"Er…ok" Chris said with a confused look. He sat down on the chair opposite Darrel. "Are you feeling ok this morning, sir."
"Of course, I am and please call me uncle Darrel as you usually do." he continued with the same cheeriness. "I mean after all this is just like home to you. You can relax, come in late. No need to worry about work. We've got other officers to handle it."
"Oh Kay. Look Darrel I can explain." Chris started, getting scared by Darrel's cheeriness.
"It better have something to do with a demon attacking or you catching a criminal. Otherwise I have no choice but to put you on probation." Darrel said with a angry stare.
"Well actually, I've been have really strange dreams that I think may be linked to a future evil. So I decided to check the Book of Shadows to find anything to help and I kinda lost track of time." Chris started. Darrel glared at him and signed. Knowing the charmed one's personally, Darrel new all the evil they had stop and how much they went to protect the world. Having himself to be the one to get them out of tight spots to cover up for them. Also knew how much they referred to the book for help when a new evil popped out to try and take over or vanquish them.
"Fine, I'm giving you this one last chance. You come to work late again, I'll suspend you for a week. You got that." Darrel said sharply.
"Yep, clear as crystal" Chris said trying to hide his relief. He got up and quickly walked out to his office. He went and sat down behind his own desk. He signed and put his hands in his head. No more looking through the book of shadows before work again. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and he looked up to see who it was. It opened and Nick poked his head through the door.
"Hey, escaped narrow death again?" he said smiling. Nick was Chris's best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, grew up together, went to high school and college together and even got in to the same job together. Chris was grateful to have a friend like Nick and there was never a time when they didn't help each other out on bad situations. Through all this Chris hated one thing and that was lying to Nick to hide secret about himself. There were many times Chris wanted to tell Nick but couldn't bring himself to give such burden to his friend.
"Barely. So what you up to?" Chris replied.
"Oh, nothing much. Still on the case of the bank robberies. Seriously the guys move fast an quick, leaving no evidence behind." he said as he walked in and sat opposite Chris.
"Heh, I'm sure you'll find summat. Criminals always leave something behind, even the masterminds." said Chris rubbing his eyes. He stifled a yarn and signed.
"Everything ok. You look worn out. Get any sleep?" asked Nick with a concerned face.
"Yeah, just constant bad dreams. That's all." Chris replied.
"Well, sure but you still look like you could do with some sleep. Take some rest. Kay. The world's not gonna end if you fall asleep." Nick said.
Hmm, not so sure about that, Chris silently thought.
Deep down in the underground, a demon screamed and blew up in to flames.
"Failure, I don't want any failure." growled Eckard. He stood in the middle of a dark circle room with torches to give light. There was a throne at one side and opposite at the far end was a tunnel. Demons were standing around in a circle, with their heads hung down. No one spoke when the ring leader was angry. It may provoke him in to vanquishing them.
At that moment a demon shimmered a few steps behind Eckard.
"I have news for you sir. The charmed ones younger son is starting to get agitated due to the dreams. If I may sir this may be good opportunity to bring down the boys and that retched girl." said the demon.
"No, not yet give time. I want him to completely break down before I crush them." he grimed. "Hover around a little longer. Make sure he's more tensed and irritated by the dream. Let him be at the nerve cracking, then move in for the kill. He smiled broadly and his eyes glowed bright red with the murderous look it showed.
