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Could It Be Any Harder?
"Where are we going?" Chris asked his brother as Wyatt turned around the corner from the College building. Normally Wyatt would come by for Lunch and take him to the restaurant up in the front, but now Wyatt was going somewhere he did not recognise.
"You'll see," Wyatt replied glancing towards the agitated half-witch in the passenger seat, "How was your day then?" he continued trying to calm the nervous male. A minute passed and Wyatt had not received a reply from the brunette so glanced over to see Chris staring intently at something on the dashboard, obviously Chris was in a world of his own.
Biting his bottom lip, nervously, the blonde man placed his eyes back on the road, he needed to concentrate, he had to get Chris somewhere safe, somewhere where nobody would be able to find him and hurt him, just until midnight.
"Did she not say which way they drove?" Wyatt asked, his voice trembling over his cell phone as he drove down the street towards Chris' college, so he could pick up Paige.
"No Wyatt," Paige's panicked voice came through, "I never even asked her, I thought you'd picked him up."
"Damn it, Aunt Paige!" Wyatt shouted as he punched the horn furiously, trying to get the car upfront to move faster, "You know Chris is far too trusting for his own good, and now you are saying that this demon or shape shifter looks like me, who knows what he could done to Chris by now……Its all my fault. I shouldn't have stayed in the meeting, I should've left earlier, its all my fault."
"Wyatt, don't lose it now, its not going to help you or Chris," Paige said as Wyatt swerved his car, nearly hitting a guy and a dog in the pavement, who yelled after him.
"Don't you think I know that?" Wyatt hissed back as he stepped on the gas.
"You know what, just go to the Manor and start scrying for him," Paige replied in a voice that was tense and pissed, but the Twice Blessed was too worried to care about it, "I'll go and get Phoebe and we'll meet you there."
At that, the Halliwell stepped on the brake as the car screeched forward before coming to a halt, as other cars behind him swerved out of the way, trying not to hit the car as he nearly caused as traffic jam and a multi-car pile up. He needed to find Chris now, he did not need this messing around of driving half way across the town to have to drive back the other way.
"Ok, I'm on my way to the manor now," Wyatt said into the phone, "I'll see you and Aunt Phoebe there." Without waiting for the Witchlighter aunt to answer, he hung up the phone, throwing it on the passenger seat before swerving his car around once again and drove through the streets.
Wyatt felt as if time is running away from him, testing him, since its already one and yet he has not gotten anywhere close on finding Chris. Deciding he needed to get to the Manor faster, he turned the car and crashed into a bush, before abandoning his car as he orbed to the Manor.
The blonde hair man continued driving down the road and tried to make a flowing conversation with Chris, however Chris did not answer him, he was still in his own little world. He tried something different the third time, asking about something that he knew Chris was interested into, knowing that would get Chris talking to him rather than sitting in a silent car.
"Did you have your art class today?" That caught Chris' attention and he looked up at Wyatt.
"It was ok." Chris stated, no tone in his voice what so ever, making Wyatt nod his head.
"What did you do?" Wyatt asked now, as he turned a corner, a corner that he would not normally take. All he knew was that he could not go down a certain road, he could not let the real Wyatt see him with Chris in his car.
"Wyatt calm down!" Phoebe comforted her nephew, "Just think for a minute, have you tried everything? Have you even sensed for him yet?"
The Twice Blessed groaned as he realised he had not done it. He had been so worried trying to find out the information from his youngest aunt, and to get home, that he completely forgot to do the one thing that he always did when he thought Chris was in trouble, or just to check up that nothing had happened while he had been away.
"Ok, Wyatt, just calm down." Phoebe said sensing the worry and the rage from her eldest nephew.
"Calm down!" Wyatt shouted at his two aunts as the old hat boxes in the shelves exploded, "You're telling me to calm down? Chris is missing, gone off with someone who he thinks is me, anything could happen to him, anything could have happened to him already."
"Wyatt, being worked up like this won't help you," Phoebe sighed, as she gently pulled her eldest nephew on the old couch in the attic of the manor, while Paige used the scrying crystal to find his younger brother, "You need to calm down ok, concentrate on finding Chris, not worrying about him."
Wyatt sighed and leaned forward running his hands through his blonde curls, while his eldest aunt rubbed circles on his back, something that she would always do when he was stressed or just needed someone. It always helped sooth him, which relaxed him, which he knew would help him to find Chris.
He closed his eyes, searching for any little sense of his younger brother, but so far it was coming up blank. This was not good, even calm he could not find Chris, that always meant something bad. The only other time he could remember not being able to sense someone was when his parents went missing.
Wyatt was only twelve, but his powers were growing stronger each and every day, after all he had had them since before he was born and like his parents great powers comes with great responsibilities. Well that was Leo's motto, always telling Wyatt to use his powers, only for helping others and never for personal gain and if he does, it might not effect him, but the consequences would be deadly for those who surround him.
Wyatt was in his room, playing on his Playstation. As usual its one of his favourite fighting games, actually it was a game that had come out years ago and had been released. Street Fighter. It was his father's favourite game as well, and Wyatt always lovde to fight his father, he was always the Japanese fighter, Ryu, he was the best with the ability to fire off what looked like energy balls, it reminded him of himself, he had the ability of energy balls and it was great.
"Wyatt, dinner," he heard Piper shouting from downstairs, "Get Chris please."
The young Twice Blessed rolled his eyes, he was always getting Chris, even though he would never mind, his mother sometimes cals them at bad times for either one of them. Chris needed Wyatt to look out for him. The brunette Elder-witch had a condition that meant he could not really look after himself, he had no real common sense, but he was bloody smart. It scared Wyatt at how smart his younger brother was, so smart that he was labelled a geek at school, he would have been fine if it was not for his Asperger's Syndrome, he would have been perfectly fine, but he was so trusting that it got him into some trouble at school, so Wyatt was always there to look after Chris. He was dreading in two years time when he would go to high school and leave Chris at middle school where he would have nobody there to stand up for him.
"Wyatt?" The 12-year-old was pulled out of his thoughts and then realised that he had just been killed on his game.
"I heard you mom," Wyatt shouted back, "I'm coming."
"Don't forget to get your brother."
"Yes mom." Wyatt shouted back down before dragging himself out of the room. He was on the second hardest guy to defeat, and he would have possibly finished it if his mother did not holler for him every two seconds.
He was making his way to Chris's room, when he heard an explosion followed by a scream. Wyatt immediately knew something was wrong, so without a further thought he rushed into Chris's room, finding his little brother painting.
"Crystals circle," Wyatt said as swirling orbs appeared around each corner of the room, with that Wyatt dashed out as he heard his father's voice.
"Piper!" Leo's voice called out as he heard a strange whizzing noise.
"Mom!" Wyatt shouted rushing back as he heard his parents voice yell at him.
"Wyatt stay away," Leo's voice shouted as he heard a china break, however Wyatt was known to not listen to his parents as he rushed down, just as the front door slammed shut in a gust of wind.
"Mom…Dad," Wyatt shouted looking through into the dinning room, then sunroom followed by the kitchen, but everything was in tact, there were no sign of struggle or any attacks. That was the first time in his life, that Wyatt couldn't sense them, as if they disappeared from the face of the earth.
"Wyatt…." Phoebe's voice called out to him as Wyatt blinked out of his thoughts. However without a word, Wyatt got up and made his way to the book, before frantically flipping through the parched pages of the old volume, until he came to the page he was looking for as Paige and Phoebe looked at the title of the page: To summon a Lost Witch.
"Where are we going?" Chris asked looking out of the window of the car, realising that something was not quite right, this was somewhere he was not used to.
"I've just got to pick something up," Wyatt lied to the brunette. He can see that the brunette was getting agitated and nervous by the minute. "You're ok with that, right? It won't be long."
He glanced over again to see that Chris was now not listening, and had turned his attention to something out of the passenger window.
Sighing, the blonde haired man turned his own attention back to the road, just in time to see the traffic light turning red, but he did not have time to stop the car. He went through the red light, trying to slam his breaks on, as he heard a horn blowing from the passenger side. He looked over, his blue eyes growing wide as he watched a truck coming their way. The older Halliwell turned the steering wheel trying to swerve, but it was too late, the truck collided with the back of the car, causing the car to spin out of control, down the street the other side of the crossroads.
He had no idea what was going on, everything was going way to fast for him, as he heard a bell, similar to a train bell, as Wyatt looked to his left to see a Tramp before the entire car was turned upside as he heard Chris scream his name out.
"Why is it not working?" Wyatt pounded the book with his fist in frustration.
"Because he is not a witch," Phoebe said as Wyatt looked as if he was ready to scrunch the pages of the old volume.
Wyatt hated this feeling, he feel useless…helpless. Till this day, he never found out what happened to his parents, what caused their death. The sisters have interrogated every demon in the underworld, yet there was no one that could point them to the demon that could have killed his parents, since when the police found the body, all they could make out was that they were male and female, other than that, the body was…..decayed, rotten, as if some sort of animal mauled them.
"Phoebe…….." Paige trailed off as Wyatt looked up to see a man, dressed in black robes, with grey hair, looking directly at him. At the dress sense, Wyatt immediately assumed that this man was evil.
"What do you want?" Phoebe said with a hint of fear in her voice. She had not seen this man in about 20 years, and far as she concerned, its best not seeing this man cause he is the least person that the Halliwells wanted to see right now, with demons dropping in and out fairly often.
"Don't worry, I'm not here for any of you," the man shook his head, his English accent seemed to have got stronger over the years, "It's not your time." He simply said as Paige looked at him, with confusion etched across her face, why was he here if it was nobody's times, and why could they see him? Unless he wanted to be seen.
"So, why are you here?" Paige asked.
"I'm here to warn you…" But the man could not continue since Wyatt cut him off.
"Wait a minute, who are you?"
"I'm….. the Angel of Death," the man replied, "Don't worry, I don't kill people, I pass their souls onto…"
"Yeah, I've read about the Angel of Death," Wyatt interrupted the man again, "What do you want if its none of our times."
"If you would let me finish," the Angel of Death sighed, God did he hate working with the Halliwells, they had always caused more grief than it was ever worth, "I'm here to warn you about Chris."
"Chris?" All three looked at the Angel of Death, waiting for the neutral being to continue.
"Mainly to tell Wyatt, actually, more than warn," the grey haired man continued, "You can't change what's meant to be. Chris has to die to maintain the grand design and meddling with the past does not help you."
"What?" Wyatt asked, shocked and confused at what he was hearing, "I don't…what do you mean? Chris is going to…… No….. he can't die." Wyatt's voice shook as the Angel of Death looked at him.
"I'm sorry, Wyatt," the Angel of Death shrugged, "Your brother needs to die by midnight and there is nothing I can do…..and meddling with the past does not help either." With that the Angel of death disappeared in blue smoke as the skull lingered in the air before disappearing altogether with the smoke.
"No, Chris," Wyatt shouted as he ran downstairs, while the two charmed ones, ran after their nephew, calling out his name, but Wyatt was too quick, he made it to the ground floor before they even made it to the first floor.
"Wyatt, wait." Phoebe shouted as she ran after her nephew, just to see him collapse near the landing.
Wyatt who was rushing out, felt a sharp pain surge through his abdomen and his head as he heard a shrill voice of Chris, calling out for him.
"CHRIS….." Wyatt hissed in pain as he saw white lights from the pain.
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