Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter, I know very sudden. I
myself was surprised when I realized, "Hey, this is the end!" I had
thought this story would go on for much longer, but it just sort of died.
I hope you liked it, no matter how short it was. Thanks to all who
reviewed.
Wyatt watched his brother orb out, not bothering to stop him. He sighed and rested his chin on his hands. It had just been Wyatt and Chris since their mother had died. Wyatt had done everything in his power to protect his little brother, now Chris' life was falling apart and there was nothing he could do about it.
Wyatt had tried so hard to make Chris' life easier, but it seemed that is what was destroying him. Chris had accused him of doing all this stuff for himself, he didn't understand why Wyatt did this, how much Wyatt cared. Wyatt sighed again, it was time to find Chris before he did something stupid.
Chris orbed in front of an abandoned building. He stopped and panted a little, he had been chasing witches all over the place, trying to get one to just talk to him. He had given up on that and now he was trying to find a hide out, with almost nothing to go on. He had orbed outside instead of orbing directly inside because he didn't want them to see his orbs appearing and have time to run before he was fully formed.
Chris tentatively pushed open the doors, he stepped inside and it was completely dark. He blinked a few times trying to let his eyes adjust. When his eyes adjusted he saw about a dozen people scattered around the warehouse. All of them were staring at him, fear in their eyes. Some of them took up a fighting stance, but before they could do anything he raised both hands in a sign of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said, "I need your help."
Wyatt orbed into the same spot Chris had been about ten minutes ago, in front of the warehouse. 'What is he doing here?' thought Wyatt, 'This seems like a...' Wyatt realized what Chris was doing here and grew angry. He formed an energy ball and through it at the door, it splintered inwards in a satisfactory way. He wanted Chris to know that he was mad.
Chris ducked as the splinters that were formerly the door came flying at his head. He stared with an open mouth as Wyatt stepped through the door frame. Chris mentally berated himself for being so stupid, Wyatt could easily sense him. "Hide!" he hissed to the other witches. Most ran out of the building, but some hid behind boxes in case Chris needed them. He had made them trust him, they knew that he would be very valuable.
"Let's go home Chris," said Wyatt.
"I told you, I quit," said Chris in a low, dangerous voice.
"You can't just quit, you can't walk out of family."
"I have no family, they're all dead," said Chris fiercely, enjoying the hurt look in Wyatt's eyes.
"I'm your brother, how can you just walk away from me after all I've done for you?"
"You've done nothing but ruin my life, now I'm finally going to do something about it."
Wyatt laughed, "You don't honestly think you can stop me, do you little brother?"
"I know I can try."
"Oh yes, you can always try, you always did, but don't expect do win this time. You don't want me as an enemy, if you go with me right now I'll forget this whole thing."
Chris took a deep breath and said, "No, I hate what you make me do, this is where I belong."
"No you don't Chris! You're a Halliwell! You're meant to be powerful with me," said Wyatt.
Chris shook his head sadly and said, "That's not what I want." Wyatt's eyes flashed and he was over come by a sudden anger. All he had done for Chris and he had the nerve to stand there and say that he didn't want it? No one defied him and got away with it.
Wyatt flung out an arm and sent Chris crashing into some boxes, scattering them, and the people behind them, every where. Chris groaned and saw a man ready to attack Wyatt, "No!" he shouted, but the man had already released his attack, a sort of mini lightning. Wyatt conjured an athame and telekinetically flung it at the guy, it stuck in his stomach. "Stop it Wyatt! This is our fight!" Chris shouted, disentangling himself from the boxes.
"No, the moment you joined their side you endangered them all, every time I go after you I will go after them too. Do you really want to do that to these...innocent people?" asked Wyatt smiling, he had Chris cornered. There was no way he would endanger all these people.
Chris looked at the people all around him, hiding in fear from this man. Most of them would die anyway, and Chris knew that if he fought he would have a chance to win. He couldn't sit back and let Wyatt take over the world. He had two choices, he could fight and possibly die, and risk other people's lives, or he could go running back to Wyatt "Fight the good fight," his mother's words were always with him. Chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he made his decision.
Wyatt watched his brother orb out, not bothering to stop him. He sighed and rested his chin on his hands. It had just been Wyatt and Chris since their mother had died. Wyatt had done everything in his power to protect his little brother, now Chris' life was falling apart and there was nothing he could do about it.
Wyatt had tried so hard to make Chris' life easier, but it seemed that is what was destroying him. Chris had accused him of doing all this stuff for himself, he didn't understand why Wyatt did this, how much Wyatt cared. Wyatt sighed again, it was time to find Chris before he did something stupid.
Chris orbed in front of an abandoned building. He stopped and panted a little, he had been chasing witches all over the place, trying to get one to just talk to him. He had given up on that and now he was trying to find a hide out, with almost nothing to go on. He had orbed outside instead of orbing directly inside because he didn't want them to see his orbs appearing and have time to run before he was fully formed.
Chris tentatively pushed open the doors, he stepped inside and it was completely dark. He blinked a few times trying to let his eyes adjust. When his eyes adjusted he saw about a dozen people scattered around the warehouse. All of them were staring at him, fear in their eyes. Some of them took up a fighting stance, but before they could do anything he raised both hands in a sign of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said, "I need your help."
Wyatt orbed into the same spot Chris had been about ten minutes ago, in front of the warehouse. 'What is he doing here?' thought Wyatt, 'This seems like a...' Wyatt realized what Chris was doing here and grew angry. He formed an energy ball and through it at the door, it splintered inwards in a satisfactory way. He wanted Chris to know that he was mad.
Chris ducked as the splinters that were formerly the door came flying at his head. He stared with an open mouth as Wyatt stepped through the door frame. Chris mentally berated himself for being so stupid, Wyatt could easily sense him. "Hide!" he hissed to the other witches. Most ran out of the building, but some hid behind boxes in case Chris needed them. He had made them trust him, they knew that he would be very valuable.
"Let's go home Chris," said Wyatt.
"I told you, I quit," said Chris in a low, dangerous voice.
"You can't just quit, you can't walk out of family."
"I have no family, they're all dead," said Chris fiercely, enjoying the hurt look in Wyatt's eyes.
"I'm your brother, how can you just walk away from me after all I've done for you?"
"You've done nothing but ruin my life, now I'm finally going to do something about it."
Wyatt laughed, "You don't honestly think you can stop me, do you little brother?"
"I know I can try."
"Oh yes, you can always try, you always did, but don't expect do win this time. You don't want me as an enemy, if you go with me right now I'll forget this whole thing."
Chris took a deep breath and said, "No, I hate what you make me do, this is where I belong."
"No you don't Chris! You're a Halliwell! You're meant to be powerful with me," said Wyatt.
Chris shook his head sadly and said, "That's not what I want." Wyatt's eyes flashed and he was over come by a sudden anger. All he had done for Chris and he had the nerve to stand there and say that he didn't want it? No one defied him and got away with it.
Wyatt flung out an arm and sent Chris crashing into some boxes, scattering them, and the people behind them, every where. Chris groaned and saw a man ready to attack Wyatt, "No!" he shouted, but the man had already released his attack, a sort of mini lightning. Wyatt conjured an athame and telekinetically flung it at the guy, it stuck in his stomach. "Stop it Wyatt! This is our fight!" Chris shouted, disentangling himself from the boxes.
"No, the moment you joined their side you endangered them all, every time I go after you I will go after them too. Do you really want to do that to these...innocent people?" asked Wyatt smiling, he had Chris cornered. There was no way he would endanger all these people.
Chris looked at the people all around him, hiding in fear from this man. Most of them would die anyway, and Chris knew that if he fought he would have a chance to win. He couldn't sit back and let Wyatt take over the world. He had two choices, he could fight and possibly die, and risk other people's lives, or he could go running back to Wyatt "Fight the good fight," his mother's words were always with him. Chris closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he made his decision.