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Chapter 8

Chris reached into the cupboard and grabbed the ingredients he needed; he threw them down on the counter with unnecessary force, a scowl on his face.

God, he wasn't a baby!! Why did they have to treat him like a stupid porcelain doll that will break if handled wrong? He could have done just as much good, down in the underworld. So he almost committed suicide, he wasn't completely useless!

Chris stared at the bubbling potion in front of them with a look of anger on his face, as if it had all the answers. He picked up a tiny brown root, and peeled the sides. After he got off the brown coating he came upon its purple insides and haphazardly threw it into the potion.

Phoebe sat, watching her nephew in silence as he continued to throw random ingredients into the bubbling mess. She looked around to her brother-in-law, and stared at him with a worried expression. Chris had left the Book of Shadows upstairs on its pedestal.

Leo shrugged, and shifted baby Chris against his shoulder, as the little tyke continued to drool on his shirt. Baby Wyatt looked up at the older version of his brother from the playpen that Leo had orbed downstairs to keep on eye on his kids.

As Chris worked in silence, he rolled up his sleeves and out of the way. As he reached for the next ingredient he exposed a horizontal scar across each of his wrists. Leo's heart skipped a beat as he froze staring at the mark.

Chris had cut himself, deep enough to watch the blood flow out of his wrist. Why would someone do that, least of all Chris? Sure his past life had a horrible life where he was constantly tortured and chased by his older brother, but they had changed that future. And from what he could tell the new future was a lot better than the first one.

So why would Chris try and kill himself? Phoebe by now had noticed he scars and couldn't meet Chris's eyes, that is if Chris had been paying attention to her.

His focus was on the bubbling potion in front of him. He threw another ingredient in as it exploded sending a thin grey smoke into his face. He coughed and smiled as he capped the potion into a vial.

"Ok, the vanquishing potion is done, so all we need to do is wait." Chris said rolling his sleeves back down over his wrists.

Phoebe nodded and walked over to her nephew pulling him into a hug.

"Um… Aunt Phoebe" Chris muttered confused at her actions. Phoebe smiled a teary smile and pulled away from him. Leo walked over and gently set the baby version of his youngest son next to Wyatt.

Before he could do anything, an energy ball came flying out of nowhere and hit the whitelighter, throwing his immortal body across the room. He hit the dinner table (which Paige had fixed with a spell) hard and knocked himself out on the sturdy oaken table top.

A demon stood at the other end of the room with a wicked smile on his face, his gaze went to the older people standing near the island and the two targets that sat in the blue playpen.

Phoebe who had seen his gaze, immediately rushed over to intervene. She was half-way there when she heard Chris shout her name. An energy ball hit her shoulder and sent her flying towards the unconscious Leo.

Chris's warning came too late as he watched his aunt being hit by the energy ball. She groaned in obvious pain and held her wounded shoulder, where blood was cascading down to her wrists.

She was conscious, and Chris saw that even though the wound looked serious it was not life threatening, unless she didn't get it healed or someone stopped the blood flow soon, than she would die of blood loss.

She looked around the room determinedly and attempted to stand but fell back in pain as her wound flared. Chris looked at his aunt worriedly, than turned cold as he looked at the demon.

He chucked the vial of potion towards the demon but the scum shimmered out just in time and than back in to watch vial smash against the cabinet behind him. He smirked at Chris and conjured another energy ball; he had to get rid of this nuisance.

Chris ducked as the ball of electricity was thrown at him and it exploded, causing the kitchen window to shatter. A shower of glass fell on top of him as he covered his head.

The demon used this as a distraction to get to his targets and walked towards the two boys. Wyatt raised his force field, covering both him and his baby brother in a radiant blue shield.

The demon smirked as the eldest's futile protection and pulled out a small urn. Uncorking it, white lights surrounded both baby Wyatt and Chris as their powers were taken and the shield disappeared. Baby Chris immediately started crying and Wyatt poised his body in front of his brothers in a last attempt to protect him.

Older Chris, who had felt his magic dissipate, stood up and used the last resort. He ran and jumped onto of the demons back and clung onto his neck, squeezing hard. The air was cut off from the demon and Chris smiled as his plan worked, but he knew that he would soon be thrown off and than would have to come up with a better one, but his one worked for now.

The demon stopped going after the two babies's and pulled on Chris's thin arms, to try and dislodge the boy. But Chris, for such a small boy, had an amazingly strong grip.

The demon growled, and swung around dangerously still trying get Chris to let go, using momentum.

"Aunt Phoebe, get mini and me and Wyatt out of here" Chris screamed, as the demon continued thrashing about. Phoebe nodded and with a new determination, that would not be crushed by pain, stood and hobbled over to her nephews. Baby Chris was still wailing and Wyatt was sitting trying to consol him.

Phoebe, using one arm lifted Wyatt out of the playpen and than bent down and picked up her younger nephew.

Her blood splashed on both of their clothes, as she rushed them out of the room. The demon finally dislodged Chris as he sent the young boy flying across the room and into the island. As Chris hit the wooden island, he clenched his teeth in pain as he heard an audible snap. He held his wrist in pain as his bone broke, leaving it in an odd angle.

Chris groaned as he kneeled, and his wrist flared in pain. He stood warily and watched as the demon walking toward him furiously. Anger had taken over the demon as he glared at the pest that had stopped him from completing his mission.

A loud crash from the other room brought both their attentions to it and the Demon smirked.

"My friends have come" he said as an energy ball appeared in his hands. Chris out of the corner of his eye, found the batch of potion still in the pot. He had yet to clean up his mess, and he saw his opportunity. Dodging the energy ball, he rushed over and grabbed the handle on the pot, and dumped its contents on the demon.

The demon screamed in pain as he erupted in flames and than with a giant smoky poof was vanquished. Chris forgetting his own pain, rushed into the other room.

Phoebe was backed into a corner, clinging onto Chris. Wyatt clung to her pant leg as a scared look appeared on his face. Ignoring the pain in his wrist, he grabbed a flower vase and chucked it at the two demons that stood in the room. It hit one of them in the back and he screamed in pain. He danced around clutching at his back where shards of glass were embedded into it.

The other turned its attention towards Chris, who had just run into the room, and growled at him.

"Oh, shit" he cried, berating himself for his stupidity. He had charged in here with out a plan, and without any powers.

Normally Phoebe would have scolded her nephew for swearing but she held onto the younger version and put a relaxing hand on Wyatt's head. Her body protested but she ignored it, as blood continued to run down her arm.

The first demon that had shards of glass in his back finally turned to him, and in anger threw an energy ball at him.

He narrowly dodged it but the impact sent him flying further into the foyer. Chris landed on his hands and knees and collapsed, his broken wrist not being able to support him.

The demons laughed and turned back to Phoebe, thinking that Chris was out of the race and no threat.

Chris crawled, using only one arm and his legs, and over to the stairs. Realizing he had to use the things around him as weapons, he grabbed a picture frame off the wall and rushed forward, his homemade weapon ready to fight.

He hit the first over the head, and the glass shattered. The demon screamed in pain, as the glass stabbed him in the chest, vanquishing him, leaving the remaining large shards on the floor under him.

The second demon snarled angrily and kicked Chris's feet out from under him and sent him spiraling to the floor. Chris felt the air knocked out of him, and felt a sharp pain in middle of his back. The demon smirked and summoned his crossbow.

"I'll get rid of you, once and for all" he said, aiming it as Chris lay helplessly on the floor. Phoebe screamed out in horror, as baby Chris continued his wailing.

The demon put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Chris desperately searched the floor with his hands for anything that could be used as a weapon. His hands grazed across one of the glass shards that had broken when he had vanquished the first one, and thrust it upwards before the demon could fire or defend himself, and into the demon's gut as he was vanquished.

Chris groaned in pain, and put his cut up hands from the glass shards, where the pain was coming from and pulling out a bloody shard from his back.

He collapsed as the adrenalin left him, and his pain finally caught up with him. And he realized just how much blood he lost. His body felt light, and he had the sudden urge to fall asleep, but he knew that if he did that, he would never wake up.

Phoebe laid baby Chris down next to Wyatt and told him to stay there and protect his brother, than ran over to her older nephew's side. His blood began to pool underneath him, and Phoebe had haunting visions of this happening before.

"Hey, come on Chris, you need to stay awake" Phoebe said, lifting Chris's head onto her lap, and her first thought was Leo, but remembered he was unconscious in the kitchen.

Chris's eyes fluttered, as he dimly heard his aunt's voice, telling him to stay awake and to hold on. Phoebe had tears running down her cheeks as she called for the next person she could think of.

"PAIGE" she yelled, as Chris's eyes fluttered shut.

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Paige sighed as the older version of her nephew vanquished yet anther demon. This was getting them nowhere. She rubbed her arms, as the chilly air went silent.

"This is getting us nowhere" Paige cried in annoyance, voicing her thoughts. Piper glared at her, and Wyatt sighed.

"Mom, I hate to agree with Aunt Paige, but she's right. Were no closer to finding the demon that Chris is failing an exam" he exclaimed, waving his hands around wildly.

Piper sighed in bitter agreement, "Ok, we'll go home and find a new plan" she said grabbing Paige's hand. Wyatt nodded and attempted to orb first, but than frowned in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked her eldest son, worriedly.

"My powers aren't' working" he said waving his arm out attempting to use to force blast.

Nothing happened.

"Ok, we'll go home and figure this out too" Piper said in a soothing voice, covering her worry. Whatever was affecting Wyatt's powers couldn't be good.

"PAIGE" a yelled resounded in Paige's head. She glanced up at the ceiling in worry. Phoebe had called her name in desperation, and she paled. What if something had happened?

"We need to go now" Paige said with worry in her voice. "Something happened at the Manor" she said. That put both Wyatt and Piper in gear and they both grabbed her hands. Orbing back to the manor she appeared into the kitchen and stared at the mess around her.

When Piper saw Leo lying unconscious at the broken table, she ran over and attempted to wake him but he was out cold. A metallic scent filled the room, and everyone looked over towards the door where the smell was coming from.

Wyatt took off running towards the room, praying to everything good in the world that Chris was ok, and the familiar scent of blood wasn't his.

His heart skipped a beat, and threatened to stop as he gazed around the bloody room in anguish. The still form of his baby brother lying in puddle of his own blood was forever going to stay with him. He rushed forward and collapsed next to him, sticking his hands out onto of Chris's chest, forgetting that he didn't' have his powers.

He shook his hands in memory and tears fell down his face. Piper and Paige came running into the room, and gazed upon them. Phoebe had pulled herself out from under Chris and eagerly watched as Wyatt attempted to heal him.

A sinking realization came to her, he didn't have his powers.

TO BE CONTINEUD


Plutobaby494: DUN, DUN, DUN!!! Will he make it!! Or will Chris meet his tragic fate here? Please review, it helps this lowly author feel better!! And a happy author will want to updater his/her story!!!

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