Beginning of the Disclaimer:
Chris: Ha, I knew it! They like my disclaimers MORE than your stinky story, dragonsflyfree!
That may be the tide of public opinion. What do you think: Let's make this chapter only one big disclaimer without story?
Chris: You are ridiculous!
But soon I'm so out of all this!
I've got first feedbacks about the "Free the Halliwells Organization". SO GREAT. If you want to be a founder member, contact Warriora (Oh she is so gonna to kill me for that!)
I hope in this chapter I get to hound good old Wyatt some more!
Wyatt: This is the last time you do the disclaimer! (Conjures a BIG fire ball!)
Chris: We will see! (Conjures an even BIGGER energy ball!)
YOU TWO STOP THAT NOW! YOU ARE GOING TO TRASH MY COMPUTER!
Both (pouting) : OK, OK!
So all together now, what have you learned?
Both (defeated) : We don't belong to dragonsflyfree and we promise not to set anymore computers on fire, because then the author needs to do a LOT more of overtime, to buy a new one, which results in "New-chapters-delay", and the authors wrath will be taken out on the main characters in this story – us!
Good boys…!
End of the Disclaimer! ( …Just for you Karone Evertree )
Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.
Ambrose Bierce
Chapter ten / part two:
As soon as Wyatt had worked up his usual calm composure again, he took back the lead, fully resolved to not let his brother get him out of balance again.
"So lets first make sure of some basic rules here:
You will not talk in any insubordinate ways in front of my minions and underlings, or I'll have to punish you. I have a reputation to maintain. That can't allow any weaknesses, and you are no exception in this. So don't expect to be treated different in this measure."
Chris mouth opened for some naughty comment, but he was cut short by his brother, who kept on talking in a now much harder tone then before.
"For the second part you will always obey to whatever I or Bianca will tell you, otherwise I can't guarantee for your security"
"and..." Chris started once again with no effort.
"…AND the last: You will be given time to see and talk with me about everything my imperium encompasses.
After the appropriate time, you will decide if you join me, or if we part as enemies. How long that appropriate time will be will be caused by your behaviour and my opinion of to what extend you understood what I try to impart you…"
"…Which could range between tomorrow and eternity, if I got you right? " Chris snorted angry.
"You permanently breaking my speeches will not be tolerated in future, so be warned, but yes your right. Everything depends on your willingness to cooperate."
"Great, that's what I understand in an "invitation for a meeting", just great. I would rather call it a deliberate act of taking hostage."
"It'll be what you make out of it, lil brother." Wyatt said, now smiling again.
"So shall we start? Don't worry, we will find a toothbrush for you before bedtime, and Bianca has already prepared a room for you."
"Rather a cell, as I presume?"
"Hey, be patient lil one, one surprise after another, OK. Now ready for our sightseeing tour?"
+That's the fucking hell, why I'm here! So let's do some dirty little spy-work and then get out of here+ Chris thought and felt Serena grinning through their connection. He couldn't help but let a slight smile slip himself.
"Ah, that's the right attitude, bro. A smile will lighten up our moods. So say hello to Bianca, and we'll go. I'll be back in a minute." Wyatt told and shimmered away.
+And on with the nasty tricks+ Chris thought and felt more trapped then ever before.
+You are so stupid! How could you ever agree to THAT+ He was once again overcome by the urge to run- to run and never stop, till he was far away from all this madness called his life.
Only after some soft shaking he felt the hand that was put gently on his shoulder.
"Hey, kid! You're OK?"
"Who are you calling a kid, eh? You can be barely older than I am myself.
"Eighteen! You?"
"Seventeen."
"So I'm right, you are the kid here!"
"Ok granny, if you say so!" He countered smirking.
"But by all manner of means it's leastways clear who is the babysitter, and who is…"
"…Ah, I see you've already made friends. " Wyatt said happily as he shimmered in again."
"Like hell are we friends! You should be happy, that we haven't already killed one another!"
"Oh, I will wait and look forward to that!" Wyatt answered with an evil glacial smile.
"So let's go! Everyone fasten your seatbelts…" and with these words Wyatt took his brothers arms and shimmered him away.
They ended in front of a nice little building which could have been taken straight out of a fairytale book about a happy family. It was painted in bright yellow, with white wooden shutters and and a neatly, well-kept lawn. A white picket fence surrounded the house.
Dimmed laughter of children got through the half opened windows.
Chris looked astonished- one eyebrow raised- at his brother. Was he kidding him?
+This is not the information we need. Your not in the headquarter anymore+ He heard Serena.
+I know that, but what could I do, we have to wait and see what happens next. With some luck he will show me the headquarter anyways, but if I push him now, he will smell the rat. +
+O.K. Have it your way, you know him best, but don't get yourself endangered+
+Good joke, Serena! This whole action is one hell of a danger+
"Why so introverted, lil bro? Are you not the slightest bit curious why I brought you here?"
Chris was ripped out of his internal communication and flinched only the slightest bit, but the movement didn't escape the watchful eyes of his brother.
Now it was the older ones part to raise a brow.
"What's wrong with you? You are a little absent today…Already making the first plan to flee my companionship?
Anyways, feel free to try it! I love to see Bianca in action, you know!"
+Could anyone wipe away that bloody grin of that face+Chris thought, but said:
"You have destroyed a lot of places – homes! – like these, didn't you! So what are you trying to prove me?"
"Just follow me."
They entered the house and moved trough the hall toward the children's noises.
Carefully Wyatt opened a wooden door which was plastered with colourful kid's paintings. Chris started to eye some of the spare darker ones with big interest, but had no time to spend a second thought.
As they entered the room a flood of children poured onto his elder brother. They all clenched the evil source with one happy? – HAPPY! Cry: "Wyyyyaaaaaaaatt!"
The boys and girls laughed and clamoured all in total pell-mell. Everyone tried to get the blond mans attention first.
"This is what I try to reach for all children, Chris! A carefree, happy childhood!" Wyatt choked out between his laughter.
Chris got a painful stitch in the heart as he saw his brother lark around with these kids like the big brother he used to know from his childhood days.
But there was more.
Everything here seemed so surreal, so definitely wrong.
He just couldn't grab it right now…
The first thing he noticed, was that everyone here, adults the same as the children, wore the same enslaving wristband, that he was forced to wear now. Wyatt had even possessed the darned cheek to make the children's bands nice coloured as if they were some kind of tinselled finery. Such biting irony. Chris felt his temper rise. Not good…so not good!
"Blocking their powers! Overlook every step they take! Is that what you call "happy"? You made them slaves, Wyatt! Damit, you control them!"
Wyatt's features became darker and he shot him an angry glance.
"NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS!" He growled and a sharp pain shot of the band through Chris´ entire body.
The young whitelighter cringed and dropped to his knees. The whole room fell into silence.
A little boy twitched at Wyatt's trouser leg: "Is the man in pain?" he asked with wide worried eyes.
"Yes, he is" Wyatt said calm as he knelt down to the child.
"Why?"
Wyatt looked the boy in the eyes and answered: "He was disobedient!"
"He was disobedient" the children whispered one to another and nodded with knowing looks.
Chris couldn't believe what he saw. The children spend one last look and simply accepted what had happened. They went on playing without a second thought for the scenery or him.
They knew what had happened here- were frighteningly accustomed to it. The thought made him shudder.
Wyatt went on playing and laughing with the kids, as if nothing had happened.
This all seemed now even more false, so faked, that Chris could throw up instantly.
Bianca stud indifferent in the corner of the room with a blank stare, but Chris caught a peek of disgust on her face, as one of the children cried out elated: "Oh, I like you so much Wyatt, you are like a brother to me!"
Chris turned at the sight of these scenes. What did his brother perform here?
Bianca's face spoke indeed the truth – This was really disgusting.
He for himself would not longer take part on this hideous spectacle his brother had set up.
He was about to leave the room, totally aware of the consequences his new disobedience would have, as a slight movement behind a couch at the corner of the room caught his eye. Instead of moving out, he followed the concealed motions.
There, hidden under a blanket sat what appeared as one of the smaller children. Chris knelt down beside the now perfectly still blue bundle and lifted carefully one side of the blanket. To light came a little boy about four or five years. Chris got first sight of an unruly black mob of hair and anxious looking hazel eyes.
"Hey there buddy, no need to worry about me!" The young whitelighter said, while he held out his hand to the child, which eyed him weary from under his blanket and not sure what to do.
"Hey, are you alright? Should I go get your…ehm…teacher or something?"
Reluctantly the boy took Chris´ hand and led him back to where Wyatt stud, currently tickling two little girls.
The boy looked angrily up to the man, reaching barely his hip in height, but his determined stare made them even.
"I know you, mister." He stated, getting immediately the sources full attention.
"You should so, little one" Wyatt smiled.
"I know what you did to my mom and dad. You're an evil man, mister!"
Chris felt both, Wyatt and the boy ready to explode in anger. A situation he knew out of own experience well enough.
Quickly he brought himself between the boy and his brother.
"End this Wyatt, NOW!"
His demand earned him another, not to his surprise larger, bolt of pain from the band around his wrist.
+Damn Christopher, always the martyr+
+Serena…shut…up+ was all he managed to counter through his pain clouded mind.
For Chris the little stunt was worth it.
The boy had have time to withdraw and his fuming brother had taken out at least some of his wrath on him instead of the kid.
"YOU!" He pointed at a young woman, who stud now shaking but protective before the boy" Remove this brat out of my sight and make sure that he'll get a higher dose of the potion next time."
The source became all of a sudden deadly calm.
This was Wyatt's shiny new world, Chris thought sarcastically as he was roughly lifted to his feet and once more this day shimmered away into incertitude…
TBC…
