Chris and Alison arrived back at the Manor. As soon as they
materialized, Alison collapsed on the couch, exhausted from astral
projecting through the shields around the cells. After a few minutes, she
got back up, ready to continue with the plan.
"He's here," Chris told her urgently, "we have to hurry." Alison walked outside and sat down on the steps in a cross-legged position. Chris stayed inside, as they had agreed, so that Wyatt wouldn't know he was involved, or even that he was in this time.
"Put that shield down and come out of there, and I'll let you live," Wyatt shouted. Alison had to laugh. He wasn't a very good liar. Wyatt saw this and began battering the shield with all the magic he could summon.
Alison closed her eyes and felt for his magic. She was alarmed at how similar it was to hers. Why did he turn evil, and not I? Surely I am more powerful than him, yet I don't want more power, and he does. Finally she realized. From when he was a child, Leo paid more attention to him that Chris, because he had more power. So he equates power with happiness He couldn't be more wrong..
Following the plan, Alison went into his mind and redirected the energy. To try to stop it would have been suicide, but all she did was aim it at another target- the shields around his prison. When he was completely exhausted, and the force field still had not wavered, Wyatt began to grow suspicious.
Alison ran back inside, and orbed to the prison with Chris.
"Now!" she called out, and used her telekinesis to bend the titanium bars of the prison, bars no longer enhanced by magic. Whitelighters orbed out with their assigned witches, but Maka and a few others stayed behind to fight.
Alison quickly walked to the door of Alex's cell, concentrating on the shields. She showed them her, shield, her magic.
I'm the one who created you, she thought at them, I am your master. Let me through. The shields were suspicious at first, they wanted to know why she was different, speaking in thoughts rather than words. Finally the shields parted, and she orbed in.
Standing there was a teenage boy who didn't look a day over fifteen. Huh. Wonder what he did that pissed Wyatt off so badly.
"Wha- Who are you? How-" he stammered, amazed.
"Prison break," she explained, "let's go help the others."
"O-okay," he said, still astonished, "But-" she grabbed his arm and orbed him out.
When they reappeared outside the prison cell, he took in the situation.
"I got your back," he told her, and they began to fight. His power was pyrokinesis, and he set demons on fire while she blew them up. He cried out in pain as a fireball grazed his shoulder. The others were gone now, it was just them against the demons, and they were closing in fast.
Alison tried to orb out, but she hit a wall. She frantically tried to shimmer, but was still blocked.
"I can't orb," she muttered to him. The demons threw more and more energy balls, and it was all they could do to stop them. The more they vanquished, the more appeared.
They can't do this to me! They're just demons! I refuse to let them kill me! She thought, growing angry. All of a sudden, the demons flew away from Alison and Alex, smashing into the walls. From then on, they just blew them up one by one, but more shimmered in.
"We can't go on like this," Alex told her, "They'll kill us." Then, to put the icing on the cake, Wyatt appeared.
He laughed. "You thought you could defeat me? No one can, and no one will. I am the last of the Halliwells, and no one is stronger than me." Alison glared at him, and her anger for years of hiding, of living in fear, her pain at seeing her mother tortured and killed by this man, all her emotions, locked deep within her heart, came to the surface.
She screamed, and every demon in the room blew up, leaving Wyatt looking a bit scared.
"You're wrong," she said softly, "You're not the last of the Halliwells." Then she raised her hands and imprisoned him in his own force shield. "Father," she added, and orbed out with Alex, knowing instinctively the binding would be lifted.
* * *
Alison stood before the freed witches and whitelighters. "We have fought hard for this day, but though we have won the battle, we still must fight the war. We are free, but there are thousands who aren't. We have proven that together, we are stronger than Wyatt, though alone, he has defeated us. We can win this was, and liberate San Francisco. Congratulations. We just became an army." The cheers were resounding.
* * *
Alison stood alone on the balcony, staring at the ruined city of San Francisco. Tears slid down her cheeks, for those that had been lost in the battle for freedom. Her mother, with her kind green eyes. Alison still remembered her smile, her laugh. Why? Why do people have to die? She knew the answer, but hated it. I didn't ask for this power, and I didn't want it. But I have it, so I'll fight, until I die if necessary.
Alex came and stood beside her. "You okay?"
She nodded numbly.
"We'll be all right," he told her. "Whatever happens, we'll face it. Together." And as their lips met, she knew she would never be alone again.
"He's here," Chris told her urgently, "we have to hurry." Alison walked outside and sat down on the steps in a cross-legged position. Chris stayed inside, as they had agreed, so that Wyatt wouldn't know he was involved, or even that he was in this time.
"Put that shield down and come out of there, and I'll let you live," Wyatt shouted. Alison had to laugh. He wasn't a very good liar. Wyatt saw this and began battering the shield with all the magic he could summon.
Alison closed her eyes and felt for his magic. She was alarmed at how similar it was to hers. Why did he turn evil, and not I? Surely I am more powerful than him, yet I don't want more power, and he does. Finally she realized. From when he was a child, Leo paid more attention to him that Chris, because he had more power. So he equates power with happiness He couldn't be more wrong..
Following the plan, Alison went into his mind and redirected the energy. To try to stop it would have been suicide, but all she did was aim it at another target- the shields around his prison. When he was completely exhausted, and the force field still had not wavered, Wyatt began to grow suspicious.
Alison ran back inside, and orbed to the prison with Chris.
"Now!" she called out, and used her telekinesis to bend the titanium bars of the prison, bars no longer enhanced by magic. Whitelighters orbed out with their assigned witches, but Maka and a few others stayed behind to fight.
Alison quickly walked to the door of Alex's cell, concentrating on the shields. She showed them her, shield, her magic.
I'm the one who created you, she thought at them, I am your master. Let me through. The shields were suspicious at first, they wanted to know why she was different, speaking in thoughts rather than words. Finally the shields parted, and she orbed in.
Standing there was a teenage boy who didn't look a day over fifteen. Huh. Wonder what he did that pissed Wyatt off so badly.
"Wha- Who are you? How-" he stammered, amazed.
"Prison break," she explained, "let's go help the others."
"O-okay," he said, still astonished, "But-" she grabbed his arm and orbed him out.
When they reappeared outside the prison cell, he took in the situation.
"I got your back," he told her, and they began to fight. His power was pyrokinesis, and he set demons on fire while she blew them up. He cried out in pain as a fireball grazed his shoulder. The others were gone now, it was just them against the demons, and they were closing in fast.
Alison tried to orb out, but she hit a wall. She frantically tried to shimmer, but was still blocked.
"I can't orb," she muttered to him. The demons threw more and more energy balls, and it was all they could do to stop them. The more they vanquished, the more appeared.
They can't do this to me! They're just demons! I refuse to let them kill me! She thought, growing angry. All of a sudden, the demons flew away from Alison and Alex, smashing into the walls. From then on, they just blew them up one by one, but more shimmered in.
"We can't go on like this," Alex told her, "They'll kill us." Then, to put the icing on the cake, Wyatt appeared.
He laughed. "You thought you could defeat me? No one can, and no one will. I am the last of the Halliwells, and no one is stronger than me." Alison glared at him, and her anger for years of hiding, of living in fear, her pain at seeing her mother tortured and killed by this man, all her emotions, locked deep within her heart, came to the surface.
She screamed, and every demon in the room blew up, leaving Wyatt looking a bit scared.
"You're wrong," she said softly, "You're not the last of the Halliwells." Then she raised her hands and imprisoned him in his own force shield. "Father," she added, and orbed out with Alex, knowing instinctively the binding would be lifted.
* * *
Alison stood before the freed witches and whitelighters. "We have fought hard for this day, but though we have won the battle, we still must fight the war. We are free, but there are thousands who aren't. We have proven that together, we are stronger than Wyatt, though alone, he has defeated us. We can win this was, and liberate San Francisco. Congratulations. We just became an army." The cheers were resounding.
* * *
Alison stood alone on the balcony, staring at the ruined city of San Francisco. Tears slid down her cheeks, for those that had been lost in the battle for freedom. Her mother, with her kind green eyes. Alison still remembered her smile, her laugh. Why? Why do people have to die? She knew the answer, but hated it. I didn't ask for this power, and I didn't want it. But I have it, so I'll fight, until I die if necessary.
Alex came and stood beside her. "You okay?"
She nodded numbly.
"We'll be all right," he told her. "Whatever happens, we'll face it. Together." And as their lips met, she knew she would never be alone again.