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Wyatt walked into Chinatown. He had traveled via BART, since he didn't have a car out in San Francisco. He had no idea where his brother had gone off to and even though Chris' car was in the driveway, he decided not to take it. He wasn't sure if Chris needed the car for anything or not later in the day.
He strolled through various shops, one being a magic shop of sorts. It had some swords and various nick knacks. It also had talismans and various potion bottles, even herbs and other strange ingredients. He turned to look at something and was met by a short man with light hair. "Welcome, can I help you find anything?" He asked.
Wyatt stared at the man for a second. He wasn't Chinese, but apparently he must have worked at the shop. "Well, I'm just browsing for now." He replied.
"Are you a practicing witch?" He asked.
Wyatt looked at the man curiously. "You know about witches?" He asked back.
"Well, I know about Wicca." He answered. Wyatt knew about Wicca too, but he didn't think of Wiccans as having real power, not the kind of power he was reading about in the book of shadows. "And I know about you, Wyatt Halliwell."
Wyatt's eyes grew wide in fear as a knife appeared in the man's hand, seemingly out of nowhere. He took a step back as the man lunged forward with the knife. He hit a cabinet and couldn't back away any further. "No." He cried out, as the knife came one more time. He felt a strange feeling, almost like he were dissolving. A bright light seemed to blind him. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out the light. When he opened them, he seemed to be on the other side of the shop all of a sudden.
He didn't understand what had just happened and his better judgment was telling him to run from the shop as fast as he could, but he didn't. Instead, he walked around cautiously to see if the man was still there. He found the counter with the register and peeked behind it. "Shit." He muttered. An old Chinese man was laying behind the counter with blood oozing from a wound in his stomach. Wyatt fumbled in his pockets for his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. The operator stayed on the phone with him until police and paramedics had arrived.
An officer approached Wyatt for questioning. "I'm Inspector Morris. I need to ask you a few questions about what happened here." He said.
Wyatt looked up at the African American man. He was probably only a few years older than he himself was. "Of course." He replied.
"First of all, can I get a name?" Inspector Morris asked.
"Wyatt, Wyatt Halliwell." He answered.
Morris looked at Wyatt curiously. "Halliwell?" He questioned. "I wonder if you're related the Halliwells my father used to know."
"Well, I don't think I know your father." Wyatt said.
"Right, well why don't you tell me what happened here." He replied.
Wyatt wasn't sure what to say, what to start with. "I eh, just walked in to look around. This guy came up to me and I thought he worked here." He explained.
"And that's when he pulled out the knife?" Morris asked.
Wyatt nodded. "Yes, he came at me with it and..." He trailed off.
"And what?" Morris asked. "How did you get away from him?"
Wyatt had no idea what to say, how to explain things. Some how, he had gotten away from the man and he had a feeling that magic might have been involved. "Well, I just pushed him away and was going to run out of the shop." He lied. "That's when I found the man behind the counter."
"After you pushed the man, that's when he disappeared?" Morris asked. Wyatt nodded. "Can you describe him to me."
"He was shorter than I am by a few inches. Maybe the height of that cop over there." Wyatt pointed to another officer. "He had light brown hair and these piercing green eyes."
Enson appeared before Be'lakor in the Underworld. "The Phoenix Witch has confirmed that the younger man is a Charmed Son. He is Chris Halliwell, which means the older boy must be Wyatt Halliwell." He explained.
"The twice blessed witch? Tell me they don't have their powers yet." Be'lakor said in anger.
"I attacked Wyatt at a shop in Chinatown and he orbed, but I don't think he did so intentionally." Enson continued to explain. "And that would make sense if the boys had just received their powers during the full moon. They may not even know they have their powers."
"I don't care if they know or not, we need to be rid of them before we find the grimoire. We can't risk them finding out what our plans are and have them screw it all up." Be'lakor replied. "I have worked at this for far too long."
"Yes, but maybe they can help us find the grimoire." Enson said. "It was hidden by their father, maybe with their blood we can locate it."
Wyatt walked into the manor. The sun had already set and he had his head hung low. The man who owned the shop in Chinatown didn't make it to the hospital. He had lost too much blood and they couldn't save him. "Chris." He shouted. He ventured through the old home, finally finding his brother in the attic. Chris was actually looking through the book of shadows. "What are you doing up here?"
Chris looked up from the book. "I think we need to talk to Mom and Dad about all of this magic." He said.
"Why, did something happen?" Wyatt asked. Maybe Chris had developed some kind of powers like he had.
"Not exactly." Chris answered and then explained. "I met this girl today and we went for lunch. She seemed so familiar, like I knew her from somewhere."
"What does this have to do with magic?" Wyatt asked curiously.
"Remember those dreams I used to have when I was in high school?" Chris asked back. Before Wyatt could answer he continued. "She was in them and she was some kind of witch. I didn't remember it until after lunch. This book was in the dreams. It all started in some dark future, where you were this menace. You were destroying the city. Then, I was in the past I think, helping Mom and our Aunts to save you. We fought demons and monsters, most of which are in this book." Chris whirled the podium around, showing a page for Scabber Demons.
"Scabber Demons?" Wyatt questioned.
"They were demons that I fought in these dreams." Chris replied.
"You mean the dreams I told you to talk to Mom and Dad about?" Wyatt asked rhetorically. "I do agree though, we NEED to talk to them. Something happened to me today."
Chris filled with worry. "What?" He asked.
"I took a trip to Chinatown and went into a shop. This man came up to me acting like he was an employee and then he pulled a knife out and tried to attack me." Wyatt explained.
Chris starred at his brother in disbelief. "Wait, you're serious?" He questioned.
"Of course I'm serious." Wyatt replied. "The man came at me and all of a sudden I was on the other side of the shop."
"What does that mean?" Chris asked.
"This bluish light carried me across the shop, it transported me somehow away from the man. He must have taken off though and that's when I found the owner of the shop bleeding behind the counter." Wyatt explained. "I called the cops, but the owner didn't make it."
"Wh...I.." Chris had no idea what to say. "A man died?"
"Yeah." Wyatt answered.
"This is just great." Chris muttered. His hands went out in frustration. The book and podium in front of him went flying at Wyatt. Wyatt moved out of the way just in time. "What the Hell was that?" Chris starred at the book on the floor in pure disbelief. Then, he starred at his hands as they trembled in front of him.
"I think that would be telekinesis." Wyatt replied.
"What?" Chris asked.
"I read about it in the book." Wyatt explained.
"But I...that..." Chris stuttered, barely able to get the words out.
"Yeah we need to get Mom and Dad on speaker phone now." Wyatt said. "I don't care about the time difference." It was nine pm there in San Francisco, which meant it was nearly midnight in Boston where their parents were.
Both brothers made their way down to the kitchen phone, which was the only one in the house with a speaker phone. It rang five times before a groggy Leo answered the phone.
Piper had just walked into the house after a late night at the restaurant and it was supposed to be her day off. Her arms were full of paperwork and other things and when she entered, the phone started ringing. It was one of those talking phones, alerting her that 'The Manor' was calling. "Leo, can you get that?" She asked. The phone continued to ring. "Leo?" She turned into the dining room, setting her stuff on the table.
Leo heard Piper calling from the bedroom. He had fallen asleep while reading the newspaper in bed. He heard the phone and reached for it. "Hello." He answered with a sleepy voice.
"Hey Dad." Wyatt and Chris said at the same time.
"Wyatt, Chris?" Leo asked. "What's going on?"
"You need to get Mom on the other phone, we need to talk to you." Wyatt replied.
"Uh, yeah ok." Leo mentally forced himself awake and sat up in bed. He took off out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
"Is that Dad or one of the boys." Piper asked him.
"Both boys. You need to get on the phone in the kitchen." He replied.
"Why?" She asked, but Leo only shrugged his shoulders.
Piper walked to the kitchen and picked up the other handset. "Hi boys. What's with the late call?" She asked.
"Are we witches?" Chris was the one to ask.
Leo joined Piper in the kitchen just in time to catch a look of pure shock on her face. "Well, we...I..." Piper trailed off.
"We found a book of magic in the attic and there were entries in their from Dad and even things in your handwriting." Wyatt said.
"You are both witches, part witch and part white lighter." Leo replied, answering their question.
"My sisters and I, we're witches." Piper finally spoke.
"I don't understand." Chris said. "Why didn't we learn about this before?"
"Remember when we explained to you that we lived in San Francisco when you were both born, but we had to leave and change names?" Piper asked.
Both boys responded with a "Yes."
"We had a huge battle with a demon and essentially had to fake our own deaths." She explained. "We always left that part out of the story."
"Why did you have to fake your death?" Wyatt asked.
Leo answered. "Part of being a witch or a good witch, is protecting magic, keeping it secret from the mortal world. If your mother and sisters hadn't have faked our deaths, they would have risked exposing magic."
"We bound your powers when we moved out here and just couldn't decide if we should even tell you about magic." Piper added in.
"So basically, what you're saying is that our whole lives have been a lie?" Chris asked, feeling almost angered at all of this new information, at everything their parents had kept from them. Wyatt looked at Chris. He felt the same way, but he was at least willing to let his parents explain themselves.
"It's not like that." Leo argued. "We did keep some things from you, I'm not going to deny that. We are your parents and we love you, that was not a lie at all. We did the best we could to protect you and to provide for you, but now it's time to let destiny run it's course."
"Destiny?" Wyatt asked curiously.
Piper gave Leo a look that screamed 'don't you dare say anymore', but he continued. "There was a prophecy foretelling your birth, Wyatt." He said. "You were prophesied to be a powerful witch, one of the most powerful." Piper shook her head at Leo. Telling him about the prophecy was probably not a good idea. Chris might get jealous, seeing how there was no prophecy foretelling his own birth. "And you, Chris, are a powerful witch in your own right."
"No, I can't deal with this right now." Chris replied. He turned away from the phone and stormed out of the kitchen.
"Wait, Chris..." Wyatt screamed after him. He walked off, leaving his parents on the phone alone.
"Wyatt, boys?" Piper questioned. She glanced at Leo. "Great their gone."
Chris finally showed a power, though we already know most of the powers he will get. He and Wyatt confront Piper and Leo. I know Chris is still being stubborn, but I think that's his nature, like his mother. Wyatt will try and reason with him in the next chapter and someone may have a run in with another demon. Let me know your thoughts.
