Chapter 2
Too Late
Chris decided to take the long walk home from the cemetery. He didn't feel like orbing. He needed time to think by himself. He slowly walked down Fairfield Blvd, with his hands in his baggy jean pockets. He stared down at the sidewalk as he walked.
Suddenly there was a bang. Chris immediately ducked, thinking it was a gunshot. Squatting on the sidewalk he looked around to make sure everyone was okay. There was no one outside of the big houses that loomed over him. There was no one with a gun either. He carefully and slowly got up, just in case someone was hiding with a gun. He looked around once more and realized what had made the noise. The mailbox he had just passed now only had one single red balloon on it. The other one was in latex shreds, dragging on the floor by a green ribbon.
Embarrassed, Chris looked around once again, this time to make sure no one had seen him make a fool of himself. Chris wanted to laugh at himself, he really did. But he couldn't. Instead he felt a lump in his throat as he stared at the red balloon with "Happy Birthday" imprinted on it. It wasn't the balloon that made him feel like crying. It was the flashbacks that he got when thinking about the girl or boy the balloon was for. His whole life no one had ever done anything for him. The world he had lived in had been a bitter, destructive place. The Titans had ruled then. But now he was someone from the future living in his past and his world was good now. He was the Charmed One's whitelighter. The world was at peace. Chris continued to walk towards the direction of the manor. He knew he would have to orb soon, the highway would be coming up. He tried to forget about his past but the next worst thing instantly popped into his mind. His parents. His parents had died the instant he was born, in a way. He had went to view their grave but was interrupted by his charges. Chris's mind instantly switched over to his charges. it was a whitelighter thing. What had happened while he wasn't with Piper and Phoebe? All he knew was something hit Piper and it wasn't a fireball. He tried to remember exactly what it was that had been lying next to Piper. The small ball with an "X" marked into it. And then he knew! He wanted to orb, to get back to the cemetery as quickly as he could. But he was now on a busy road and there were too many people there for him to risk using magic. Chris about faced and started sprinting. He sprinted as fast as his legs would allow. After a couple blocks he realized that running wouldn't even get him there fast enough to stop the damage the X-ball would do. He sprinted one more block hoping to find a large tree he could go behind or an abandoned alley. All he could find was a tiny construction site with a single porta-potty at the corner.
Chris was desperate. He crossed the street and made his way to the blue structure. He took a deep breath and opened the door, making sure he was holding his nose. He walked in and reached out to close the door. The door was stuck. He fiddled with it for a couple seconds and then couldn't hold his breath anymore. He took a quick breath, cringed at the smell and finally was able to pry the door and slam it shut. The porta-potty jumped at the impact and tilted. "Oh crap," Chris swore. Good thing he could orb. He instantly orbed out and found himself behind a tall statue in the cemetery. He took many deep breaths and hoped he didn't smell as bad as he thought he did as he ran towards the entrance, hoping the Halliwell's jeep was still parked in the parking lot. It wasn't. "Damn it!" Chris shouted. It was already to late. The Soul Controllers were now in control of Piper's soul. Frustrated, he orbed away, not even checking if anyone could see him. He could already hear the faint sound of Piper's cry for help. This time he'd be the only one who could save her.
~*It's too late now*~
~*I dont' think it can fade*~
~*It's too real now*~
~*Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze*~
Too Late
Chris decided to take the long walk home from the cemetery. He didn't feel like orbing. He needed time to think by himself. He slowly walked down Fairfield Blvd, with his hands in his baggy jean pockets. He stared down at the sidewalk as he walked.
Suddenly there was a bang. Chris immediately ducked, thinking it was a gunshot. Squatting on the sidewalk he looked around to make sure everyone was okay. There was no one outside of the big houses that loomed over him. There was no one with a gun either. He carefully and slowly got up, just in case someone was hiding with a gun. He looked around once more and realized what had made the noise. The mailbox he had just passed now only had one single red balloon on it. The other one was in latex shreds, dragging on the floor by a green ribbon.
Embarrassed, Chris looked around once again, this time to make sure no one had seen him make a fool of himself. Chris wanted to laugh at himself, he really did. But he couldn't. Instead he felt a lump in his throat as he stared at the red balloon with "Happy Birthday" imprinted on it. It wasn't the balloon that made him feel like crying. It was the flashbacks that he got when thinking about the girl or boy the balloon was for. His whole life no one had ever done anything for him. The world he had lived in had been a bitter, destructive place. The Titans had ruled then. But now he was someone from the future living in his past and his world was good now. He was the Charmed One's whitelighter. The world was at peace. Chris continued to walk towards the direction of the manor. He knew he would have to orb soon, the highway would be coming up. He tried to forget about his past but the next worst thing instantly popped into his mind. His parents. His parents had died the instant he was born, in a way. He had went to view their grave but was interrupted by his charges. Chris's mind instantly switched over to his charges. it was a whitelighter thing. What had happened while he wasn't with Piper and Phoebe? All he knew was something hit Piper and it wasn't a fireball. He tried to remember exactly what it was that had been lying next to Piper. The small ball with an "X" marked into it. And then he knew! He wanted to orb, to get back to the cemetery as quickly as he could. But he was now on a busy road and there were too many people there for him to risk using magic. Chris about faced and started sprinting. He sprinted as fast as his legs would allow. After a couple blocks he realized that running wouldn't even get him there fast enough to stop the damage the X-ball would do. He sprinted one more block hoping to find a large tree he could go behind or an abandoned alley. All he could find was a tiny construction site with a single porta-potty at the corner.
Chris was desperate. He crossed the street and made his way to the blue structure. He took a deep breath and opened the door, making sure he was holding his nose. He walked in and reached out to close the door. The door was stuck. He fiddled with it for a couple seconds and then couldn't hold his breath anymore. He took a quick breath, cringed at the smell and finally was able to pry the door and slam it shut. The porta-potty jumped at the impact and tilted. "Oh crap," Chris swore. Good thing he could orb. He instantly orbed out and found himself behind a tall statue in the cemetery. He took many deep breaths and hoped he didn't smell as bad as he thought he did as he ran towards the entrance, hoping the Halliwell's jeep was still parked in the parking lot. It wasn't. "Damn it!" Chris shouted. It was already to late. The Soul Controllers were now in control of Piper's soul. Frustrated, he orbed away, not even checking if anyone could see him. He could already hear the faint sound of Piper's cry for help. This time he'd be the only one who could save her.
~*It's too late now*~
~*I dont' think it can fade*~
~*It's too real now*~
~*Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze*~