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Henry coughed violently as his vision blurred from the lack of oxygen. The grimlock sneered down at him and he was vaguely aware of cheers coming from behind him. But then the grimlock tumbled to the ground releasing his magical hold. Wyatt growled as he was pushed off by the deathly colored demon.

Coughing, Henry fell on all fours as the much need air filled his lungs but before he could stand he felt two large hands grab for his arms. Henry tried to push off the wall to throw off the attacker but a third came kicking him hard in the stomach. The grimlock held his hand out towards Wyatt who orbed out quickly. He rematerialized behind the demon and kicked him in the back. Wyatt ducked down as a trash can was thrown at him. The brute demon who had joined in grabbed the blonde witch by the back of the neck only for Wyatt to place pressure on the demon's elbow, allowing Wyatt to drop back onto his feet.

Henry loosened his muscles freeing his arm from the demon's grasp and turned with a swift punch to a warlock. Spinning he fell to the ground with a thud clutching his arm, his shoulder bleeding freely from the energyball that came from behind him. He yelped as a hand lifted him by pulling on his hair. A warlock threw the young witch's body like a rag into a wall watching as he crumpled to the floor. He lunged at Henry, atheme in hand, and plunged the blade to his heart. Henry grabbed his hand stopping the blade, the tip dangerously close to his shirt. Panting Henry pushed the atheme towards the pale warlock who in turn tried pushing the blade back. Henry released one hand from the atheme and moved to his opponent's wrist twisting it. The atheme dropped to the ground and Henry kicked it out of both their grasps. But then the warlock grabbed his forearm, twisted it harshly behind his back and pulled up. Henry yelled as he felt his shoulder pop causing him to drop to his knees. He felt several kicks to his stomach, his breath leaving him again.

Wyatt turned calling for the atheme before shoving it into a demon's chest. He needed to get to Henry who had the bigger group of demons attacking him but he couldn't risk using his energy blast while Henry was still mixed in the group of attackers. His cousin had a lot of fight in him but not enough to last him long, a reason why he had developed the defensive power. But why wasn't he using it?!

"Henry!" Wyatt called concentrating on the form of his cousin who appeared in a group of orbs next to him on the ground. Picking him up with one hand Henry grasped his stomach painfully as the movement jarred his ribs. "What's wrong with your powers?!"

"They're not working." Henry heaved a breath as they backed into a brick wall. Nodding quickly Wyatt grabbed hold of Henry's elbow.

"Alright then we need to get out of here."

"Why leaving so soon, twice blessed?" A demon growled moving in front of the pack who were edging closer to the two witches. He was tall with jet black hair and stone cold eyes. Bending on all fours he growled loudly like a dog, barking at the two witches.

Wyatt's eyes darkened when he saw another demon shimmered in, atheme to someone's throat. Chris in his black pants and white chef shirt was shoved against the brick wall as the demon held his arm high behind his back. He turned him around to face the other two witches and shoved the blade of the atheme closer to Chris's neck. But quickly Chris grabbed his arm and twisted it, kicking him.

"Wyatt, my po-" Chris began but stopped with a gasp as he felt a sharp pain take away his speech. Looking down he saw the arrow head sticking out of his stomach and slowly felt himself drop to the ground hard. The darklighter on the roof of P3 smiled before orbing out disappearing into dark purple lights. A light blue shield appeared around Chris's body, another around Wyatt and Henry. The demon who barked before then crashed into the wall of magic and fell to the ground with a whimper.

Flicking his hand, the shield still up in Chris's direction, a large golden wall of energy appeared. Shrill screams filled Henry's ears as demons fled trying to out run the magic. Only the dog demon shimmered out in time. Breathing deeply through his nose Wyatt dropped his hands and spun around to Henry.

"Are you alr-" But he was interrupted by a pained scream. Chris dropped back to the ground twisting as the painful poison coursed through his body.

"Oh my God." Wyatt gasped as Chris cried out again. Wyatt slid down to the younger witch scooping him up in his arms. The darklighter arrow must have moved because Chris screamed loudly again. Henry dropped to his knees numbly and raised his hands to inspect the arrow. "Henry don't touch that!" Wyatt said sharply causing his cousin to flinch at the tone, pulling his hands back. Wyatt calmed his voice. "OK. Alright buddy." he tried to relax himself as he felt the younger man tremble. Blood was starting to flow onto Wyatt's shirt. Wyatt held onto Chris, looking around panicked making sure no one was around. "You're going to be ok." And with that Wyatt orbed them out of the alley.

Cerberus flinched as the darklighter next to him cried out with a death shrill scream. Bursting into his flames his crossbow disintegrated.

"You've ruined everything!" Hecate shouted in outrage. Cerberus bowed his head.

"We did everything you told…"

"NO! You didn't!" The blonde demon stopped him.

"But we successfully wounded one of the Charmed Ones." Cerberus pleaded.

"Yes and in the process alerted the others. It's only a matter of time before they figure out what we know." Hecate snapped at the demon.

"But…"

"I've told you, when there is a yin there is a yang. We need to split yang up! You made them stronger by attacking them together. That means attacking them separately, weakening them." Hecate growled. "And I distinctly told you to attack the Charmed Ones. If memory serves correctly there are three of them."

"But we did attack them. All three of them were half breeds." Cerberus trembled slightly as the blonde demon's wrath didn't die down. "They were half breeds, with Halliwell blood in them. What…"

"Did you honestly think the Twice Blessed is the only half breed with Halliwell blood flowing through his veins?!"

Cerberus froze. "Wha…What?!"

Hecate moved behind her large desk, slamming a paper onto the wood. Cerberus slowly walked to the desk and looked. She was pointing at the white dot that sat in the middle of the yin side of the ancient symbol. Hecate raised an eyebrow, flexing her jaw as she waited for Cerberus to figure out her meaning.

"Mom!" Wyatt shouted mid orb as the three of them materialized in the foyer. Panting Chris let his head fall back as he squeezed his eyes shut as another wave of white hot pain came from his stomach. Feet walking on the floor was louder than it should be and the room seemed to spin endlessly in an unformed circle.

Piper ran in, Henry shortly behind her as she saw both her sons on the floor, Chris in Wyatt's arms. "Oh my God." She felt her breath leave her as she dropped to her knees pushing her long strands of hair behind her ear. Unconsciously she placed her hand on his head wiping the warm sweat off Chris's head. Her hands slowly made their way to the dark arrow sticking out of his stomach, and she bit back the urge to shout out her husband's name knowing he couldn't hear her like he used to.

"Wyatt, go get some towels." She ordered slightly pushing her son aside. The blonde witch began to protest. "Go."

"Henry, hold Chris up." Piper watched as Henry shakily sat down behind Chris. Chris's breath hitched at the movement but the brunette witch bite his lip. Henry grabbed hold of Chris's hand. The storm outside rumbled noticeably shaking the ceiling chandler. Wyatt orbed in with a bundle of old towels quickly handing them to his mother. Piper unfolded the light pink color towel and cautiously placed it over the tip of arrow head. With a wince she snapped the end off tuning out Chris's short lived yell.

"Henry, hold him." Piper said in her hard tone. Henry nodded grabbing hold of Chris shoulders. She started to grab the broke arrow but decided against it and switched places with Henry so that he was holding Chris up from the front and she was grabbing the arrow from behind. Wyatt watched impatiently from the sidelines as the two worked.

"Alright peanut. On the count of three. Ok." Piper said softly as she wiped his forehead again. "One…Two…"

She pulled the arrow out.

"Three." Chris screamed caused Henry to wince again. "Wyatt."

Piper didn't need to say more Wyatt was on his knees next to Chris and Henry, hands held out on one side of the wound. The soft golden glow appeared beneath Wyatt's hands. But something was wrong. Piper's eyes widened as the soft healing power didn't absorb itself into her son's body and heal the now free flowing arrow wound

"What are you doing?" Henry asked looking at Wyatt.

"I'm not doing anything. Chris?" Wyatt defended keeping his hands by the arrow wound in frustration. Chris who had fallen unconsciously had his head lying on Henry's shoulder, his breathing coming in short and raspy. "He's not letting me heal him!"

"Just concentrate!" Henry said in panicked frustration.

"I'm trying!" Wyatt voiced loudly.

"Paige!" Piper called louder than the two arguing boys. With half a second blue orbs filled the Halliwell Manor ceiling before forming into the woman known as Paige, Piper's sister. Paige with her long curly dark brown hair in a ponytail looked at Piper confused. Piper shook her head and pointed to Chris. Paige bent down beside Wyatt who was still trying to heal Chris.

"Wyatt, you need to move." Paige softly said to her frantic nephew. But the blonde witch just shook his head.

"No, I got it."

"Wy…"

"I can get it!"

"No," Piper said softly bowing her head as she stood behind him. "You can't. Let Paige try and we'll figure out why it isn't working after Chris is healed."

Wyatt flexed his jaw silently before dropping his hands in defeat. Paige raised her hands quickly with an intake of breath before the soft golden glow illuminated her palms. Nothing was happening.

"Paige…" Piper's voice cracked with panic. But then the soft glow magically soaked into Chris's wound, healing the fabric and skin. The unconscious brunette witch gasped as he shot straight up nearly knocking Henry down. Gulping for air his green eyes searched frantically throughout the room until they landed on Henry.

"Oh thank God." Paige breathed as Piper gathered Chris into her arms.

"Don't you dare scare me like that ever again!" Piper mumbled as she kissed his head.

"Ok…what happened?!" Chris asked uncertainly as Piper began to rock him back and forth. "Mom…Mom stop, I'm fine."

When Piper finally released him he turned to Henry. "He didn't hit you did he?!"

It took a moment before an expression of an unknown emotion came across his smooth features. "No."

"Was he supposed to?" Wyatt jumped back into the conversation. Did Chris gain a new power? The demons had attacked Henry first maybe…

"No, it's nothing. It's fine." Chris flexed his jaw and Henry's eyes searched the floor boards.

"What happened?" Paige as she raised her hands to try and heal Henry who was now sporting a split lip and a swollen cut above his eyebrow along with the energyball wound. A frown appeared on her beautiful features as the bruises and cuts didn't heal. "My healing power is out."

"I don't understand." Chris said as he stood from the floor.

"Neither do I." A familiar voice chimed in.

"Leo?" Piper looked to see her husband close the secret door to Magic School before rushing down the stairs.

"Piper, we have a big problem." Piper cocked her head as she noticed the out of breath tone in her husband's voice. He was still wearing his dark robes but they were disheveled and lope sided as if Leo thought they were in the way.

"What…" She began but Leo took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Dean's missing."