Chapter 4

Wyatt's little brother strolled down the hallway calmly. He was wagging his class and really could not be bothered to go back at all. He walked down the corridor just day dreaming, thinking about his birthday party tonight. He was so excited; he could not wait at all and being at school just made it drag on even further.

Chris saw a drinking fountain and went over to it taking down the lustrous gulps of cooling water. Drinking the water made him hungry and it was about another hour or so until lunch time. Behaving very badly Chris orbed home into his pantry. He grabbed a bag of chips and went into the lounge room to relax.

"Chris?"

Crap! Busted! The brunette boy saw his mother standing there with confusion placed on her face.

"Uh… Um." He looked around trying to get out of trouble, thinking, and thinking, come on think of something. He thought.

He was about to respond, but he was knocked off his feet, flying into the bookshelf across the room.

"Hey!" Piper yelled blowing the demon up. She ran over to Chris pulling him up on his feet. Chris and his mother walked over into the centre of the room pre-paring for any more unexpected visitors arriving.

Just as they both got themselves ready and raring three more demons showed up. Putting up a fight they tried to attack the mother and son. Without succeeding they we're turned into ash by Piper's exploding power. The slightly exhausted mother turned to her son.

"Are you alright?" she asked concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine, you?" Piper nodded.

"Okay know that, that's over. Get back to school before I cancel the party!"

Chris sighed and started to walk for the front door. But again his actions were stopped, but this time by his mother.

"Chris, get out of the way!" She said pushing him away from an oncoming fire ball. Chris shuffled out from under his mother. His mother had not moved yet. Why wasn't she moving?

"Mom?" he turned her over and saw what had happened. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he felt like he was going to be sick. There laid Piper with burn mark in her shirt and blood seeping everywhere.

"NO!" Chris yelled. Jumping off his feet and telekinetically throwing a knife into the demon. It exploded into flames and left Chris to fall onto his feet caressing his mother's body.

Piper tried to talk. But there was so much blood.

"P, peanut." She choked.

"No don't worry mom you're… you're going to be okay. It's not even that bad." He squeaked through tears.

The dying mother swallowed and looked at her little peanut. She knew it was the end and she hated it, she had to be there for Wyatt to help him with his destiny. She had to be there for Chris her little peanut her baby boy.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry about what?" Chris asked confused.

"I tried to keep them away… they, they ruined you're birthday."

In denial Chris cried out for his brother, slightly happier knowing that as soon as this happened Wyatt would have sensed it anyway and… and would… have probably been hear already? Where was he? Oh god not him too.

"WYATT!" he almost screamed. But there were no blue lights forming, no appearance of his blonde teenage brother. Taking the last resort he called for his father.

"Dad? Dad!" no reply.

"Please Dad! Mom's hurt, she needs you! I need you Dad!" still no reply.

Chris held his hands out and placed them hovering over Pipers wound. He tried everything but the golden light would not show.

"Come on, work! Please…"

But the hole would not heal. Chris fell on top of his mother trying to hold onto her so she would not pass on. Tears were pouring out of his eyes like a rain storm and he knew there was nothing he could do. Piper's body was getting colder and colder and sooner than later she would die. The mother wrapped her arms around her little peanut and whispered to him.

"I love you… peanut." Before slowly closing her eyes and becoming completely lifeless.

"NO! no, no, no." Chris rambled on like a crazy person. This was not happening. How could she do this! She was his mother! She wasn't supposed to leave him here alone. She was always meant to be there like she promised!

He tried calling again but no one came.