Future- Attic- Night
A time portal appeared on the wall and Jessie stepped out. She turned back to the portal and waited.
Jessie: Chris, come on.
She sighed and reached a hand into the portal. She felt around a little.
Jessie: Where are you?
She finally felt something and pulled hard. Chris almost tripped from the force of Jessie's tug.
Jessie: What kept you?
Chris: I had to leave a letter for mom since someone forgot to.
Jessie laughed nervously.
Jessie: Sorry.
Suddenly, a demon shimmered in next to Chris.
Demon: What are you two doing her? The museum is closed.
Chris didn't bother to explain. Instead he flicked his wrist and the demon blew up.
Chris: We better get out of here.
He quickly took Jessie's hand and orbed them away.
Viper's House- Night
In a flash of light Victoria and Camron appeared. Camron felt Victoria's hand on his shoulder once they arrived.
Victoria: Welcome home.
She took Camron's hand and led him down a hallway.
Camron: Where are you taking me?
Victoria: Aunt Viper wants to see you.
Camron's heart skipped nearly two beats. He stopped walking, making Victoria stop.
Victoria: You're scared.
Scared? She had no idea. Their aunt was a cold hearted women and she was ten times worse when she was pushed the wrong way. Camron had defiantly pushed her the wrong way when he ran away from home.
Camron: I'm not scared. I just don't want to see her, that's all. Can't I see her tomorrow, after I get some sleep?
Victoria could sense her brother's fear. She had seen nine years of it and knew it to well.
Victoria: Admit you're scared and you can wait till morning.
Camron: Alright, I admit it. I'm scared. Can I just go to my room now?
Victoria: Sure.
Camron rubbed his arms as he and Victoria continued down the cold halls. They finally reached Camron's room and Victoria opened the door. Camron walked in with Victoria watching him from her spot at the door. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew his room hadn't changed. It looked like a dream come true, but felt more like a prison. He had a king size canopy bed, cabinets and a refrigerator that filled magically with anything he wanted, and his own master bathroom. His room also included bars on the windows, three locks on his door, and security cameras that watched his every move.
Camron: Home sweet home.
While Camron wasn't looking, Victoria grabbed some sort of gun off of the dresser and put it to the back of his neck.
Camron: What are you doing?
His question was answered when Victoria pulled the trigger. Camron yelped as something sharp entered his neck. He tried to get away, but Victoria grabbed his hair and forced him on his knees.
Victoria: Stay still.
Camron obeyed, afraid of what was in his neck. As Victoria held the gun to his neck, he heard a clicking noise. Camron gritted his teeth when he felt something move under his skin.
Victoria: You're almost done. There...
Camron yelped again as the gun released his neck. Victoria let go of Camron's hair and allowed him to stand. Camron felt at his neck and found that something was stuck to it. He pulled at it, but realized that seriously hurt.
Victoria: I wouldn't pull at that if I were you.
Camron: What did you stick in me?
Victoria: An antipowlex. Hey, what did I say about touching it.
Camron: An anti-what?
Victoria: An antipowlex. As long as it's on your neck you can't use your powers.
Camron: That's not possible.
Victoria: Try to use your powers.
Camron tested his powers. When he tried to create an energy ball nothing happened.
Victoria: I can't let you have your powers back until I can trust you again.
Camron shrugged, looking exactly like his older brother.
Camron: Fine.
Camron cared more than he showed. He felt sort of empty without his powers. He also couldn't help but feel happy. His powers were as much as a curse as they were a gift.
Victoria: Get some rest. Don't pull at that thing. If you try to take it out it will pull out the skin around it.
Camron quickly removed his hand from the device on his neck. Victoria turned to the door and opened it.
Victoria: Know one thing little brother.
She turned to him before continuing.
Victoria: I'm glad you're home.
She smiled at her brother then left, locking the door behind her. She really was just happy to have her baby brother back home. Her aunt had other reasons for wanting him back.
In his room, Camron removed his shirt. He walked into the bathroom and over to the sink. He knew his room back and forth, from top to bottom. He had spent most of his time in his room and it was just something he would never forget. He turned on the water and put his left hand under the freezing liquid. Once he was sure it was cold enough to numb his fingers he splashed it over his face. He repeated this several times before he turned the water off and dried his face off. After he removed his shoes, he walked over to his refrigerator and took a bottle of water out. Camron removed the top and threw it the trash. He knew he would finish off the water and wouldn't need the top. As he walked over to his bed he drank the cold water. He had to have it cold. It was just a habit of his. He enjoyed the feeling that sent shivers down his spine. When Camron reached his bed he had indeed finished his water and tossed it in the trash. He walked over to the nearest window and reached one of his arms through the metal bars that kept him inside. Once his hand reached the window he unlocked it and opened it till it wouldn't open any farther. He felt the goose bumps on his body as the air hit his bare chest. Even though he wanted the complete cold feeling to rush in his room, he wanted complete darkness more. He closed his black curtains and that shut out all of the light from outside. The only light he had left was his lamp that barely provided any light at all, which was how Camron liked it. He went back over to his bed and pulled the covers back, which were also black like most of the things in his room. His favorite color was actually black, but he never admitted it. It was much easier to accept the things he liked when he didn't have his powers. When he had them he just felt like some dark and evil vampire. Without his powers he felt it didn't matter if his favorite color was black or that he loved the dark. He felt more free without his powers. He was restricted and trapped with them. Maybe he was better off without his powers. Maybe he was meant to be normal. In his mind he wasn't born into this world to be a witch or vampire. Both of his sides caused trouble. He just wanted to let it all go. If he really had a choice he would get rid of his powers once and for all.
Camron wiped his thoughts from his mind as he got in bed. As he reached to shut off his lamp he noticed something on the nightstand. It was a picture of him and his brother, Josh. Camron was about fourteen and Josh had just turned ten. Josh was on Camron's back waving at the camera. Camron remembered that day so clearly. It was about a month after they ran away from home and they were finally happy. Josh was the only family Camron had left that he knew cared about him. Aunt Viper didn't really care about anyone, Victoria was pure evil and couldn't show her soft side too often, and Vincent never associated with the family and mostly just stayed to himself. Camron sadly ran his hand over the picture frame.
Camron: Goodnight, Josh. Love ya.
Camron turned off his lamp and snuggled under the covers. He couldn't help but feel comfortable. It actually felt good to be home.
Past- Kitchen- Night
Piper, Phoebe, Paige stood in the kitchen going over the letter Chris had left.
Piper: Where do you think they went?
Phoebe: I don't know. Do you think Chris forgot to tell us in the letter?
Paige: No, I think he did it on purpose. They don't want us to find them.
Underground Battle Ring- Night
Jessie looked around the place. It looked sort of like an old football field. Instead of grass there was dirt. All the dirt area was inside a metal cage that was about twice as tall as the manor. Inside the cage, Jessie could see two people fighting. One was a man in his late twenties and the other was a boy around her age.
Man: Hey, you two!
Chris and Jessie looked behind them. A man about thirty, with huge muscles, walked over to them.
Jessie: Yes?
Man: I need to scan you before you enter the stadium.
Jessie: Scan us?
Chris: It's easy.
The man pulled out a hand held scanner and held it up to Chris' face. Chris allowed the man to scan his eyes. There was beep and the man gave Chris a nod.
Man: You're clean.
Chris: What did you think I was going to be, Jordan?
Jordan looked at Chris, confused.
Jordan: Do we know each other?
Chris: Yes. I'm Chris.
Jordan's eyes grew wide as he stared at Chris.
Jordan: Chris? Chris Halliwell?
Chris looked around wildly and shook his head.
Chris: Jordan, you know it's Chris Perry down here. If the others knew I was Wyatt's brother they would kill me.
Jordan laughed at his own mistake.
Jordan: Sorry, buddy. It's so good to see you.
Chris: You to.
Jordan: What has it been? Six years?
Chris scratched his head and winced.
Chris: Has it really been that long?
Jordan nodded.
Jordan: And, who's this hot thing?
He was referring to Jessie, who blushed.
Chris: This is my sister, Jessie.
Jordan: Nice to meet you, Jessie.
Jessie: It's nice to meet you to.
Jordan: So, what brought you back here? Is your crazed brother still chasing you, Snake?
Jessie smiled and looked at Chris.
Jessie: Snake?
Chris: It was my old nickname.
Jordan: It's still is your nickname.
Keith: Jordan, get your ass over here and do your job!
Jordan: I'll be right there, Keith!
Chris: Listen, all I need to know is where Ryder is.
Jordan: Oh, that's why you came here? What do you want with a punk like Ryder? He's nothing but a headache. The kid has been trouble ever since he got here.
Chris: I need his help. He's the only one I know who can do the job.
Jordan: Okay, if you really want him.
Jordan pointed to the cage. Jessie saw that he was pointing to the boy that she saw when they walked in.
Chris: Thanks, Jordan.
Jordan laughed and waved his hand.
Jordan: No problem. Just don't wait six years until your next visit.
Chris: Alright, see ya.
Jordan: Bye.
Once Jordan had walked off, Jessie couldn't help but start asking questions.
Jessie: Okay, what's going on?
Chris: I use to come down here on weekends and battle for money. It's just like a little club for witches and some demons.
Jessie nodded and looked around Chris. He followed her gaze over to the cage where Ryder and some other man fought.
Jessie: Who's this Ryder guy?
Chris frowned slightly and sighed.
Chris: I met him when I was sixteen. He's kind of a bad boy. He was ready to start selling drugs before I introduced him to battling down here.
Jessie: How old is he?
Chris mumbled as he tried to figure it out exactly.
Chris: He's not much older than you. I think he's about to turn seventeen.
The crowd watching the fight cheered as the fight continued.
Chris: Come on. We need to get down there. I want to catch him before he leaves.
Jessie followed Chris down to the stands and took a seat next to him. She watched as Ryder went to a corner of the cage and sat down; drinking some water a girl gave him. The man he had been fighting walked over to the opposite corner. He was twice Ryder's size and it was obvious he lifted weights. Jessie's eyes went over Ryder. He had super straight hair that was a mixer between red, brown, and black, his eyes were an emerald color, and he was pretty tall for his age. Jessie could tell that he was a rock and punk fan by his outfit. He wore torn black jeans with two or three chains hanging from them, a sleeveless red top with a skull on it the had the word 'rock' over it, and to finish it of he had a spiked dog collar around his neck.
Announcer: Who will win? Will it be our rock god Ryder?
The crowd went wild. Mostly the women lost it. Jessie had to cover her ears to drown out the sound of their screams.
Announcer: Or will it be our titan of pain Tank?
The crowd went wild again. It was mostly the men cheering this time.
Announcer: Let's find out.
A bell rang and the two fighters got to their feet. They both looked very tired and worn out. Tank attacked first. Magically a chain shot out of his palm and at Ryder. Ryder barely ducked in time as the chain came at his head. After he missed, Tank grunted as the chain went back into his hand. When Tank wasn't paying attention, Ryder kicked him in the face, knocking him over. Ryder went for another when Tank shot the chain out of his hand again. The chain wrapped itself around Ryder arms and chest so he could move his arms at all. Ryder tried to get free as Tank rose to his feet.
Tank: I don't think so boy. That's solid steel.
Tank lifted his hand, which made the chain lift and carry Ryder into the air with it. Ryder helplessly kicked his feet as he tried to get down.
Tank: Let's bring on the pain.
The men in the crowd just went crazy as the women shouted angry comments at Tank. He ignored them and swung his hand to the left, which made Ryder slam into the metal bars. The women gasped as Ryder cried out in pain.
Tank: Let's go to the right.
Tank, of course, swung his hand to the right, making Ryder slam into the other side of the cage.
Tank: Had enough boy?
Ryder blew a piece of hair away from his face as he regained his strength.
Ryder: What? Are you to chicken to finish me off?
Tank: Wrong answer.
Tank swung his hand down and Ryder hit the ground at full force. Ryder nearly screamed this time. It was obvious Ryder was unconscious.
Announcer: That last move did some damage I think. I guess our new champ is Tank.
The crowd cheered and booed. Jessie didn't pay attention to them. She was focused on Ryder. She watched as Tank removed his chain and kicked the boy aside.
Tank: I am the champ!
Jessie rolled her eyes at Tank's bragging.
Ryder: Hey!
Tank spun around in shock. Ryder stood behind him, hold what appeared to be a broken arm.
Tank: You want more?
Ryder: How about you? You want some?
Tank: Bring it on.
Tank flexed his muscles before he got down on all fours. The crowd gasped as fur appeared over Tank's skin. After a minute Tank had turned into a wolf.
Tank: Come and get some if you want it.
Ryder laughed at Tank's attitude. Tank obviously didn't like being laughed at. He ran at Ryder at jumped on top of him. Before Ryder had a chance to fight back, Tank bit into his already broken arm. Ryder cried out again and gritted his teeth as he tried to push Tank of if him. Finally, Ryder kicked Tank off and away from him. When Tank looked back up at Ryder he saw that Ryder was on his knees with his back to him.
Tank: I got you right where I want you.
Tank ran and Ryder again. He snarled and growled, ready to kill. He did have Ryder right where he wanted him. Or did he?
Ryder: Stay back.
Tank: Why should I?
Ryder: Because, I don't think fire likes fur.
Right as Tank jumped on Ryder, the boy's body ignited in blue flames from head to toe. Tank yelped and whimpered as his gray fur caught on fire. He ran around the cage trying to get the fire off of him. Ryder stood up and watched Tank. Ryder stared at his hands and saw that they were on fire as well as the rest of his body.
Ryder: Oh no. Not again. Just stay in control and everything will be fine.
Tank finally got the fire off of him and stared at Ryder with dagger eyes.
Tank: What are you? You're not a fire starter. That was no ordinary fire.
As Jessie watched she noticed Ryder's whole attitude had changed. He was afraid. When she read his mind she knew what it was he was so afraid of.
Ryder: Stay back. I'm warning you, Tank.
Tank snarled again and went at Ryder. When he was in touching distance, he was met by a blast of fire. Ryder held his hands out in front of him to protect himself.
Ryder: I told you to stay back.
Tank rolled on the ground to rid himself of the fire, but it wasn't coming off this time. He was covered in it.
Tank: Somebody help me!
Several men rushed in and showered Tank with water. The crowd watched in amazement as Ryder's body continued to produce the blue fire.
Ryder: Come on, Ryder. You control this. It's not the other way around.
Suddenly Ryder grunted as he was hit in the neck by a dart. After a couple of seconds he passed out and the fire went away. The crowd broke into the loudest applause of the night.
Announcer: I guess that's it. I'd say Ryder wins.
The crowd cheered even louder. Two of the men came over to Ryder and carried him out of the cage. Jessie watched this until Chris tapped on her shoulder.
Chris: Come on.
Jessie followed him as he followed the men that took Ryder away. Chris and Jessie followed them until they reached a room far out of sight and sound distance of anyone at the stadium. Chris put his ear to the door and listened as he heard voices speaking.
Inside of Room- Night
A man in a gray suit sat at his desk watching as the two men laid Ryder down on a couch across the room.
Man in Gray: Did our boy do well tonight?
Man 1: Great, sir. If he had gotten any angrier, he probably would have set this whole place on fire.
Man 2: He burnt the hell out of Tank.
The man in gray smiled and smoked his cigar.
Man in Gray: What can I say? He's good.
He stood up and walked over to the couch Ryder was on.
Man in Gray: (to his men) Leave us.
The men nodded and turned back to the door. Chris and Jessie quickly hid while the men exited the room. Once they were gone, Chris and Jessie went back to listen at the door. The man in gray bent over and removed the dart from Ryder's neck. He then pulled a small stone out of his pocket and waved it lightly under Ryder's nose. Ryder inhaled and woke quickly. He looked around confused, until he saw the man in gray.
Ryder: Hi.
Man in Gray: Hi, my boy. You did a wonderful job tonight.
Ryder: Good for you.
The man in gray shook his head.
Man In Gray: No, good for us.
Ryder didn't say anything as he sat up.
Man in Gray: How do you feel?
Ryder: Tired.
The man in gray laughed lightly. Actually, it was more of a chuckle.
Man in Gray: The effects of the dart will wear off soon.
Ryder: Why didn't you just let my sleep like you always do?
The man in gray smiled again and sat down next to Ryder on the couch.
Man in Gray: Because, I wanted to congratulate you. You're getting stronger everyday.
Ryder shook his head, looking upset. The man in gray placed a hand on his shoulder and looked at him closely.
Man in Gray: What is it my boy? Are you ill?
Ryder: No, no, I'm just worried.
Man in Gray: Why?
Ryder trembled as he brought himself to say it.
Ryder: I can't control it anymore. The curse, it's to strong. I was afraid of hurting all those people, but at the same time I wanted to...
He stopped as his lips trembled.
Man in Gray: You can tell me.
Ryder looked at the man, who nodded his head, telling the boy it was okay for him to reveal his secret.
Ryder: I wanted to kill them.
The man in gray did his laugh/chuckle again.
Man in Gray: Its okay my boy. I'm here to guide you. Have faith in me.
He went to touch Ryder's face, but he jerked away.
Man in Gray: Don't tell me you still don't trust me?
Ryder: I'm sorry. I've always had a hard time trusting people.
Man in Gray: I put a roof over your head, give you food, and protect you from those who fear and hate you. After all that you still can't trust me?
Ryder shrugged and looked guilty.
Ryder: I just need some time.
The man in gray stood up and sighed deeply.
Man in Gray: That is the one thing we do not have. Time.
Ryder: Excuse me?
Man in Gray: To have a good and healthy relationship we need to stop all this not trusting me.
Ryder: I'm trying. I really am.
Man in Gray: You're not trying hard enough.
The man in gray walked around his desk and picked up his gray cane. Ryder let out an unheard gasp.
Man in Gray: How much money did we make tonight, Ryder?
Ryder froze. There was only one time when the man in gray called him by his name and not 'my boy'. Ryder jumped to his feet, open the door, and ran for his life.
Man in Gray: (chuckling) Ryder, Ryder, Ryder. You won't get far. You never do.
Out side of the room Chris and Jessie watched as Ryder ran as fast as he could down the hall.
Chris: Let's follow him.
They quickly did so. They almost lost him till Jessie picked up on his thoughts.
Jessie: Why would he go through the front way?
Chris: You heard that guy. He's done this before. They probably got guys guarding the back.
Jessie: Crap! I lost him again.
Jessie concentrated extra hard and found Ryder again.
Jessie: Orb us outside.
Chris: Why?
Jessie: He's almost there. He's a fast sucker.
Chris took Jamie's hand and orbed them back outside. They landed in the alley where the door to their side burst open and Ryder appeared. He was now wearing a black leather jacket and a black scarf was tied tightly around his neck.
Ryder: Hey, are you white lighters?
Jessie: Yes, we're here to help.
Ryder: Shit.
Jessie saw that Chris was the reason for his reaction.
Ryder: Chris, is that you?
Chris: It's been a long time, Ryder.
Ryder turned back to the door when he heard heavy footsteps.
Ryder: I got to get out of here.
Jessie turned to Chris and put her palms together.
Jessie: Can we help him, Chris? You said we needed his help also.
Ryder nodded to Chris before spinning to look at the door again.
Ryder: I'll do anything if you get me out of here.
Chris: Alright, I'll save your ass. Just don't give me any trouble.
Chris took Ryder and Jessie's hands and orbed all of them out just before several men came running out of the door.
Man: Shit! He's gone!