Part Ten.
The past.
"Come on, guys, you gotta wake up, come on!" Paige sobbed, overwhelmed with a terror she had never felt before. She felt so helpless, lying in front of a child that she had loved for the past twelve years, but the realization of loss of her nephew hadn't struck yet. She was too busy trying to save her sisters and her own life. Piper stirred and muttered, and Paige's heart leapt, but still the eldest Halliwell sister didn't awake. "Wyatt, why are you doing this?" The blonde begged, tears streaming down her face. She hated the way he was just standing there, waiting to kill them - she knew that soon he would get impatient and then - then she didn't want to think what would happen. "Phoebe! Piper!" Paige tried desperately to summon up her energy to orb the three of them out of there, but they only landed several feet further away from the boy.
What's wrong with my powers?
Paige choked on another sob and slipped protectively in front of her sisters as Wyatt strode up to them. "Wyatt, this isn't you." She managed to force the words out between her sobs. "How can you do this to us? Your family."
Wyatt shook his head, smiling. "No, you're mistaken there. Because I don't have a family. Although you were right about the first. It isn't me." But he said no more.
"Please, oh God, please." Paige reached for Piper's wrist. Her sister's pulse was faint, but there, at least. "What do you want from us?"
"Nothing much." Wyatt shrugged as he reached the trio, then knelt down and stared Paige straight in the face, even as she tried to shy away.
Paige felt dizzy. The piercing blue eyes of her nephew boring into her made her light-headed and weak, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. She felt as if she were paralyzed into staring at him, and there was nothing that would wrench their glares apart.
Grinning, Wyatt stood up and walked over to Phoebe. Placing his palm over her forehead, the greenish mist began to form out of her mouth and nose, and into his own body. Paige began to cry again. She could almost hear Phoebe's silent screams, but she couldn't move - couldn't help. Even her lips couldn't form words.
The twelve-year-old left his aunt's side and bent down over his mother, just as she awoke.
"Wyatt?" Piper asked fuzzily. "What are you doing?" Her eyes widened in shock as he clamped one hand over her mouth and pressed one hand on her stomach, keeping her lying on the ground. Paige felt her paralysis weaken enough to turn her head, and she choked in horror at Piper struggling for her life as her own essence was slowly drained away. Paige could feel the pain of her sisters, the unbearable feeling of having themselves taken out of their own bodies and given to evil so willingly. "Mmmph!" Piper screamed for a final time under Wyatt's hand before she went limp, her face grey.
Paige felt the rest of the paralysis wear off from the anguish of seeing the two people she loved most in the entire world die in front of her eyes. She stared at their bodies, so still, so cold, and suddenly the tears could no longer come. She was beyond crying now - her pain was so much more than that.
The thousands of emotions floating around Paige's heart gave her enough energy to orb far away from the murderer of her sisters.
The past.
"Come on, guys, you gotta wake up, come on!" Paige sobbed, overwhelmed with a terror she had never felt before. She felt so helpless, lying in front of a child that she had loved for the past twelve years, but the realization of loss of her nephew hadn't struck yet. She was too busy trying to save her sisters and her own life. Piper stirred and muttered, and Paige's heart leapt, but still the eldest Halliwell sister didn't awake. "Wyatt, why are you doing this?" The blonde begged, tears streaming down her face. She hated the way he was just standing there, waiting to kill them - she knew that soon he would get impatient and then - then she didn't want to think what would happen. "Phoebe! Piper!" Paige tried desperately to summon up her energy to orb the three of them out of there, but they only landed several feet further away from the boy.
What's wrong with my powers?
Paige choked on another sob and slipped protectively in front of her sisters as Wyatt strode up to them. "Wyatt, this isn't you." She managed to force the words out between her sobs. "How can you do this to us? Your family."
Wyatt shook his head, smiling. "No, you're mistaken there. Because I don't have a family. Although you were right about the first. It isn't me." But he said no more.
"Please, oh God, please." Paige reached for Piper's wrist. Her sister's pulse was faint, but there, at least. "What do you want from us?"
"Nothing much." Wyatt shrugged as he reached the trio, then knelt down and stared Paige straight in the face, even as she tried to shy away.
Paige felt dizzy. The piercing blue eyes of her nephew boring into her made her light-headed and weak, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. She felt as if she were paralyzed into staring at him, and there was nothing that would wrench their glares apart.
Grinning, Wyatt stood up and walked over to Phoebe. Placing his palm over her forehead, the greenish mist began to form out of her mouth and nose, and into his own body. Paige began to cry again. She could almost hear Phoebe's silent screams, but she couldn't move - couldn't help. Even her lips couldn't form words.
The twelve-year-old left his aunt's side and bent down over his mother, just as she awoke.
"Wyatt?" Piper asked fuzzily. "What are you doing?" Her eyes widened in shock as he clamped one hand over her mouth and pressed one hand on her stomach, keeping her lying on the ground. Paige felt her paralysis weaken enough to turn her head, and she choked in horror at Piper struggling for her life as her own essence was slowly drained away. Paige could feel the pain of her sisters, the unbearable feeling of having themselves taken out of their own bodies and given to evil so willingly. "Mmmph!" Piper screamed for a final time under Wyatt's hand before she went limp, her face grey.
Paige felt the rest of the paralysis wear off from the anguish of seeing the two people she loved most in the entire world die in front of her eyes. She stared at their bodies, so still, so cold, and suddenly the tears could no longer come. She was beyond crying now - her pain was so much more than that.
The thousands of emotions floating around Paige's heart gave her enough energy to orb far away from the murderer of her sisters.