DISCLAIMER: I don't own Charmed
Chris was lying on his side on the dusty floor with his eyes closed. His head was spinning, his left shoulder hurt like hell and he could feel the poison coursing trough his veins, weakening him fast.
The demon brought him into this cave somewhere in the Underworld and had left him alone for some time now. Chris tried to orb, but soon he realized that the demon must have cast an anti-orbing spell on the cave. He tried to get up, but the pain and his weakening state were pining him down to the floor.
"At least it's not a wall," Chris mumbled to himself.
"Wall?" someone asked curiously, walking to him. The Whitelighter felt himself being pulled onto his back and he opened his eyes to see someone familiar. The demon smirked at him and yanked the arrow from his shoulder. Chris, used to this, manage to keep himself from screaming, but a groan escaped his lips. "I don't want you to die too quickly; I promised some demons that they could have you."
"Why are you here?" rasped Chris, staring at the demon.
"Oh, so you recognized me?" the demon sneered. "Your brother may have done some good for us, but we are demons after all. Our alliance with the Resistance against Lord Wyatt has its benefits, but, please, fighting side by side with witches? Killing him here, where he is a baby, will be much easier. And I can't allow you to get in my way."
"The Resistance doesn't want to kill Wyatt," protested Chris.
"No, you don't want to kill Wyatt," the demon corrected. "After you left, your Resistance changed policies. They offered us an alliance and both sides agreed that Wyatt should die. So they send me here. I was supposed to kill Twice Blessed Child and get back, but hey! – it's the past. I can do what I want. Even make myself the Source."
Chris snorted. When adult version of his brother find out about that, this demon and his followers would be wishing they stayed in hell.
"Don't worry, he won't suffer... much. Now, I must finish some things before I execute my plan. Have fun with my minions." With that, five demons shimmered in. "And don't count on somebody helping you. Even if they could sense you they won't be able to find you. And that's thanks to the new cloaking spell from the Resistance," he turned to the demons. "He's all yours."
"No!" Chris forced himself to get up, but the demons instantly sent energy balls at him. He managed to avoid a few, but the rest hit him, sending him on the floor again.
.
He didn't know how long they were working on him. Even tiniest movement was sending waves of agony trough his body. He was vaguely aware that Wyatt was calling him and trying to find him, but Chris couldn't answer him. Every bit of power he had left was focused on lifting the cloaking spell. He finally succeed in that and, exhausted, he let the darkness claim him.
"It seems that the party is over," laughed one of the demons.
"It is indeed," said Wyatt. The demons didn't even know what hit them. They were vanquished in a blink of an eye. The Source didn't pay attention to them anymore. He was focused on his brother, who was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. He was cut, stabbed, burned, bruised, and God knows what else. He knelt beside him and tried to heal him, but the golden glow didn't appeared. Wyatt cursed and carefully lifted Chris' body, leaning him against his chest.
"Wy," Chris whimpered softly.
"Shh, you'll be fine," Wyatt soothed and orbed. Or rather tried to orb. He glared at the ceiling. "Well, you never liked to shimmer," he addressed his brother. "So that leaves flaming." Wyatt flamed them back to the manor and called for Leo.
