Here's my next chapter. I'm sorry it's later than I promised, but I hope you like it. I own nothing. I hope you enjoy.
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Twenty, the number rolled over in his mind. He had vanished twenty demons in one day; it didn't seem possible. Fresh blood stained the dark blue fabric of the tattered cloths. The lingering heat of fire burned against his bare arm, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered and nothing had ever mattered after his mother had died. Shaking his head, he darted down another alleyway just as more demons shimmered onto the street. Chris smiled stiffly as he reached into his pocket for another couple of potion bottles. Behind him, sounds of cars and screams filled the air, but those cries fall upon deaf ears.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up; his hand pressed against a wall to steady himself. Sleep was weighing on his eyes, but he shook it off. At the sudden movement, all the harsh yellow and red eyes glared at the young witch white lighter in frustration. Before any of them could throw their attacks, flames erupted around them as the potions hit them square in the chest. Harsh, cold blooded roars pieced the air as bodies exploded; their blood staining the young leader's skin with more guilt and anger. Leaning against the wall, he sighed and ran his hand through his knotted hair. Sleep weighed down on his eyes, but even as his eyes closed, those harsh words of Leo filled his ears.
Opening them, he muttered and shook his head. His voice is barely heard against all the small life of the city, but he felt it crack as a tear rolled down his face. All these demons meant nothing, none of them could reverse the damage they had inflected upon him and so many innocents. For just a moment, an image of Allyson's tear stained face floated into his vision. Again he shook his head as her cries echoed in his mind.
Footsteps splashed in puddle of blood from his right as another demon approached him. Opening its mouth, fire flew out of his mouth; the hairs along Chris's arm sizzling as his skin burned. Chris cursed loudly as he tried to face his attacker. His eyes drooped with lack of sleep as he tried to defend himself. The demon laughed and sent another blast of fire at the young Halliwell. Falling backwards, Chris felt even more blood run along his fingers; garbage and other items running through the small stream beside him.
"So, you've finally shown yourself, Lord Wyatt will be very pleased," the demon sneered; his dark gaze fixed upon his little prize.
Chris didn't even respond as he fall unconscious against the crimson pavement. The demon stood over his prisoner, but was suddenly blinded by white and blue light as the white lighter orbed away, leaving the alley deserted once more.
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Kevin paced up and down the club as the other members of the resistance shuddered in terror. More whispers and small squeals of terror floated around the room in hushed tones; it was a feeling in the air and everyone felt it. The other leaders poured over maps, scrying for their lost leader. No one even seemed to care about the lost girl in the back room…except anger. Chris hadn't been seen since the girl's sister had passed, a week ago. Kevin shook his head; there wasn't any time for blame that never solved anything.
Clearing his throat, he asked, "how's it looking?"
One of the leaders slammed his fist down against the table. "I thought we had him, but he disappear"
Suddenly, the familiar sounds of orbs filled the room as Chris fell onto the floor; blood running down his leg. His cloths were torn to shreds as sweet dripped down his forehead. His bare chest exposed with fresh burns and scars. More blood and burns ran over his body while his brown locks were knotted. Everyone was silent; unanswered questions filling the air along with terror. Kevin crouched down in front of his friend and gently shook him.
After a few moments, Chris began to groan; his eyes fluttering open. "What the hell happened?"
Kevin sighed in relief and shook his head. "I should be asking you that. Chris what the hell happened to you?"
Chris didn't say anything, leapt up to his feet swaying a little as Kevin caught him. With a single look, Chris showed his gratitude, but was interrupted by the other leaders. All of them simply stared at him; annoyance and irritation sketched onto their faces. Chris shook his head at the unanswered question that hovered in the air as he shook Kevin off of him.
More whispers began to circle around the room, but no one met the leader's gaze; even young mothers shielded their child's eyes from the awful sight. The young leader began to walk back to his room and paused. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at his friend and sighed. It still didn't help, even after a week of being away, something still felt wrong; the weight of the world seeming to double on his shoulders. Suddenly, the sound of orbs filled the air once more as everyone took a defensive stance, but Chris held up his hand.
Even without him completely formed, he asked, "What do you want, Leo?"
Once the elder had formed in front of his son, he snapped. "Is that the thanks I get for getting you away from those demons? You ungrateful bastard."
"That had nothing to do with you, Leo," Chris said; his voice wary and worn out.
Leo simply stared at the mistake he and Piper had created. Only Piper's spirit protecting her second born had saved him from being killed. Leo's green eyes flashed with anger as he shoved Chris back; the young white lighter witch crashing back against the bar.
Grabbing him by the collar, Leo spat, "You're lucky that your mother cares so much about you. You worthless mistake of a damned life. Your brother has done more good than you'll ever do."
Chris simply stared at the elder; his body to tired to fight back. Even his sarcastic mouth was at a loss for words as more blood dripped down his leg, a small pool forming around his feet. Leo thrust him back in disgust and looked around at the meager group of innocents and other magic creatures.
Shaking his head, he said, "You are wasting your time, Chris. You brother will teach you a lesson one day."
Without another word, Leo orbed away as Chris collapsed onto the floor. The young leader shook his head; Wyatt had already taught him the meaning of loss and the guilt of being alive. Closing his eyes, he remembered one of his older brother's many "lessons"; his own screams echoing in his mind.
He remembered the cold hand pressed against his back as Wyatt forced himself down on top of Chris; their body joined under one thick blanket. The only thing Chris knew that he didn't want Melinda to share the same "lessons". Suddenly, a hand fell across his shoulder, bringing the present back. Chris gritted his teeth against the pain, but Kevin helped him stand. All the other leaders mumbled, neither Kevin nor Chris paid any attention to them.
Shaking his head, Kevin opened the door to Chris's room and said, "get yourself cleaned up and rest. You look like you need it."
Chris rolled his eyes and nodded softly. Kevin nodded and left him alone as Chris closed the door. He paused and slowly turned around; his gaze fell upon the dark curls from beneath his blanket. He sighed; the burns on his skin seemed numb compared to the guilt crawling at his heart. Crossing the room, he began to clean himself off, the blood staining the white cloths almost on contact. As he began to change, he heard a noise behind him and a voice calling out in the darkness.
"Chris?" Allyson asked.
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I know it's short and stuff, but this was really a filler chapter. So yeah. Please review with as much detail as possible and check out my new story, "A Past Future" thanks and more coming soon.