Part Four.
Still in the past.
Wyatt settled at his desk, closed his text books and stared at the wall, focusing hard. He smiled as his bulletin board started smoking, then melted into a black, messy goo. Pinning up a poster to hide the hole in the wall, he sat back down and fiddled anxiously with the pens in his pot as he waited for his Aunt Phoebe.
"Hey, there." Phoebe put her head around the door. "Ready to get down to this homework, then?"
"Oh, yes." Wyatt nodded solemnly, trying desperately hard not to show his glee at how easy it was to get the young witch into his grasp. "It's this geography, Aunt Phoebe, I just don't understand it." He motioned at his books.
"I think it would help if you opened them." Phoebe joked. Wyatt spun around to face her, his eyes flashing. Shocked, she stumbled backwards into the wall. "Oh - my - God. Wyatt?"
"Do you know how much I hate that name?" Wyatt got up slowly, enjoying his aunt's distress. "I get teased about it all the time at school. Well, I did. But then."
"Then - then what?" Phoebe stuttered, too stunned to scream.
Wyatt simply grinned. "Never mind. You'll find out soon enough."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Phoebe scrambled for the door. Her lack of active power - apart from levitation, which would hardly do much - wouldn't save her from that look in her nephew's eyes.
"Piper!" She bellowed as soon as the bedroom door swung open. Giggling like a maniac, Wyatt followed the running Phoebe at a leisurely pace. "Piper!"
"Actually, continue with that." Wyatt called after Phoebe. "That way, Mom can watch you die. And that is so much more fun."
Wanting to scare his aunt, Wyatt raised a finger and the ceiling above their heads burst into flames. Phoebe's eyes widened in terror as she fell down the rest of the stairs into Piper's arms.
"Piper - it's Wyatt, he's - he - he's going to kill me, Piper! He's evil!"
Piper gave Phoebe a strange look. "What are you talking about?"
"Look at his eyes, Piper! They're - those aren't the eyes of a normal boy! What's happened to him?" Phoebe burst into tears, still in shock at the sight of Wyatt's evil face.
"Phoebe, snap out of it." Piper said impatiently. She looked up at her son. "Wyatt, are you trying to scare your aunt?"
Wyatt shrugged innocently, his blue eyes glittering mischeviously. Phoebe faltered, turning her head for a second to look at the innocent young boy. She raised her head to the ceiling, and there it was, white and plastered, and definitely not in flames.
"Honestly, Phoebe, get a hold of yourself." Piper sighed and walked into the kitchen. Phoebe swallowed, wondering if she had been hallucinating, and turned back to Wyatt.
He smiled at her, a look in his eyes that she definitely didn't like.
Why am I scared of him?
Still in the past.
Wyatt settled at his desk, closed his text books and stared at the wall, focusing hard. He smiled as his bulletin board started smoking, then melted into a black, messy goo. Pinning up a poster to hide the hole in the wall, he sat back down and fiddled anxiously with the pens in his pot as he waited for his Aunt Phoebe.
"Hey, there." Phoebe put her head around the door. "Ready to get down to this homework, then?"
"Oh, yes." Wyatt nodded solemnly, trying desperately hard not to show his glee at how easy it was to get the young witch into his grasp. "It's this geography, Aunt Phoebe, I just don't understand it." He motioned at his books.
"I think it would help if you opened them." Phoebe joked. Wyatt spun around to face her, his eyes flashing. Shocked, she stumbled backwards into the wall. "Oh - my - God. Wyatt?"
"Do you know how much I hate that name?" Wyatt got up slowly, enjoying his aunt's distress. "I get teased about it all the time at school. Well, I did. But then."
"Then - then what?" Phoebe stuttered, too stunned to scream.
Wyatt simply grinned. "Never mind. You'll find out soon enough."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Phoebe scrambled for the door. Her lack of active power - apart from levitation, which would hardly do much - wouldn't save her from that look in her nephew's eyes.
"Piper!" She bellowed as soon as the bedroom door swung open. Giggling like a maniac, Wyatt followed the running Phoebe at a leisurely pace. "Piper!"
"Actually, continue with that." Wyatt called after Phoebe. "That way, Mom can watch you die. And that is so much more fun."
Wanting to scare his aunt, Wyatt raised a finger and the ceiling above their heads burst into flames. Phoebe's eyes widened in terror as she fell down the rest of the stairs into Piper's arms.
"Piper - it's Wyatt, he's - he - he's going to kill me, Piper! He's evil!"
Piper gave Phoebe a strange look. "What are you talking about?"
"Look at his eyes, Piper! They're - those aren't the eyes of a normal boy! What's happened to him?" Phoebe burst into tears, still in shock at the sight of Wyatt's evil face.
"Phoebe, snap out of it." Piper said impatiently. She looked up at her son. "Wyatt, are you trying to scare your aunt?"
Wyatt shrugged innocently, his blue eyes glittering mischeviously. Phoebe faltered, turning her head for a second to look at the innocent young boy. She raised her head to the ceiling, and there it was, white and plastered, and definitely not in flames.
"Honestly, Phoebe, get a hold of yourself." Piper sighed and walked into the kitchen. Phoebe swallowed, wondering if she had been hallucinating, and turned back to Wyatt.
He smiled at her, a look in his eyes that she definitely didn't like.
Why am I scared of him?