Chapter 2
He managed to get past the almost crippling sensation of fear that enveloped him and take a closer look at what was wrong. There was a single moment in time that had started the events of destruction that took place, and he needed to pinpoint its exact location. When he found it he was mystified. There was no great catastrophe, only a single moment when...
Without warning he was ripped from time and space in an agonizing pull of energy that left him in a state of shock he had never before experienced. He felt the sensation of plummeting towards something he did not recognize, and the horror of what was happening to him left him with an awareness of his end. He could see the very end of his existence. With that final realization all knowledge ceased and he was no more.
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So everything was going pretty good. It turned out that Wyatt could do almost anything he wanted to with his powers, and for the two years after they were unbound I had a hard time trying not to be jealous. When I turned 15, mom finally unbound my powers, and boy let me tell you, that was a really hectic couple of months trying to gain control of them.
It was when I was finally gaining control that the demon attacked. It was a stupid, senseless, and hopeless attack. Especially to try for the Charmed Ones on their own ground and especially at this time in their lives when they were almost at the height of their powers. The sisters had worked on their "sixth sense" to the point where they could communicate to one another telepathically no matter the distance, they had discovered how to tap into the power of the nexus and use it to protect the house, and their powers had grown to the point that alone they were a match for any demon that came their way. It was a complete act of stupidity for even a high level demon to attack when he did. For me, that day stood clear in my mind, and no matter how many times I tried, the images still haunt me.
Mom was in the kitchen making dinner and Wyatt and I were with dad in the living room talking when he flamed in. As dad yelled for mom, Wyatt grabbed my arm and his shield sprung up around us as we had been trained since we were little. It was then that mom entered at a run and flung out her hands to blow him up. The demon went flying backwards into the wall but just bounced off and formed two fireballs to throw. He let loose and mom just stood there and concentrated and used her time reversal power to make it fly back at the demon.
I can remember it all clearly. It was at that moment that Aunt Paige orbed in with Aunt Phoebe. I can still see the looks on their faces and how surprised they were. I remember the gleam in his eye as he screamed in agony and burnt into ash. It took me a while to realize that it hadn't been a total victory. And then I saw him. My dad was lying on the ground with a hole in his chest where the second fireball had hit him. Mom hadn't realized that the demon had thrown two.
It was then that everything got blurry. I remember mom reaching out for me, and the two of us collapsing on the floor, her in silent tears and me in loud sobs. It was unreal. I kept expecting him to get up and for us to have a good laugh about it later like all the other times we had escaped a near death experience. But this time was different. In the background I can remember Aunt Paige trying to heal him, and Aunt Phoebe calling for Leo. I don't remember much after that but later mom told me that I attacked Leo and in a fit of blind rage, blamed him for my dads death. It was one of the worse days of my life.
So was this one of the defining moments in my life? Yes. It was after this that I began to hunt demons. I was only 16 but that didn't matter to me. I had more power than the demons that I faced and my rage fuelled my desire to kill every last one of them. It was when I was out on one of these hunts that I discovered one of my powers. I could copy their power. It worried mom for a little while. I guess she thought it was strange that I could only copy demonic powers and not witch powers. It seemed simple enough to me, witch powers don't work on other witches, heck it was the same reason she couldn't freeze other witches. I also found out that I could orb. Now where that power came from I had absolutely no idea and it drove me crazy for a while. I hated having a power that had anything to do with Leo or Wyatt. But eventually I got over it. It took a while but mom finally talked me down from my demon hunting and I began to live like a normal person again.
It was easy to see how she changed after dad's death and my killing sprees, and it hurt me to realize that I was the reason she was so stressed. But this only turned out to be another thing that drove the wedge between Wyatt and me even deeper. While I was off being the bad son, he had actually stayed at home and started taking his wiccan responsibilities seriously. He had also grown closer to mom and that really bugged me. It felt like once again he had taken my place. I didn't blame mom for this, only him. I realize now that this was not the most mature way to look at this situation but give me a break, my dad had just died, I'm going through that stage that everyone seems to blame things on, and to top it all off, my perfect brother just became even more perfect. So the grieving process was a little strange for me.
He managed to get past the almost crippling sensation of fear that enveloped him and take a closer look at what was wrong. There was a single moment in time that had started the events of destruction that took place, and he needed to pinpoint its exact location. When he found it he was mystified. There was no great catastrophe, only a single moment when...
Without warning he was ripped from time and space in an agonizing pull of energy that left him in a state of shock he had never before experienced. He felt the sensation of plummeting towards something he did not recognize, and the horror of what was happening to him left him with an awareness of his end. He could see the very end of his existence. With that final realization all knowledge ceased and he was no more.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
So everything was going pretty good. It turned out that Wyatt could do almost anything he wanted to with his powers, and for the two years after they were unbound I had a hard time trying not to be jealous. When I turned 15, mom finally unbound my powers, and boy let me tell you, that was a really hectic couple of months trying to gain control of them.
It was when I was finally gaining control that the demon attacked. It was a stupid, senseless, and hopeless attack. Especially to try for the Charmed Ones on their own ground and especially at this time in their lives when they were almost at the height of their powers. The sisters had worked on their "sixth sense" to the point where they could communicate to one another telepathically no matter the distance, they had discovered how to tap into the power of the nexus and use it to protect the house, and their powers had grown to the point that alone they were a match for any demon that came their way. It was a complete act of stupidity for even a high level demon to attack when he did. For me, that day stood clear in my mind, and no matter how many times I tried, the images still haunt me.
Mom was in the kitchen making dinner and Wyatt and I were with dad in the living room talking when he flamed in. As dad yelled for mom, Wyatt grabbed my arm and his shield sprung up around us as we had been trained since we were little. It was then that mom entered at a run and flung out her hands to blow him up. The demon went flying backwards into the wall but just bounced off and formed two fireballs to throw. He let loose and mom just stood there and concentrated and used her time reversal power to make it fly back at the demon.
I can remember it all clearly. It was at that moment that Aunt Paige orbed in with Aunt Phoebe. I can still see the looks on their faces and how surprised they were. I remember the gleam in his eye as he screamed in agony and burnt into ash. It took me a while to realize that it hadn't been a total victory. And then I saw him. My dad was lying on the ground with a hole in his chest where the second fireball had hit him. Mom hadn't realized that the demon had thrown two.
It was then that everything got blurry. I remember mom reaching out for me, and the two of us collapsing on the floor, her in silent tears and me in loud sobs. It was unreal. I kept expecting him to get up and for us to have a good laugh about it later like all the other times we had escaped a near death experience. But this time was different. In the background I can remember Aunt Paige trying to heal him, and Aunt Phoebe calling for Leo. I don't remember much after that but later mom told me that I attacked Leo and in a fit of blind rage, blamed him for my dads death. It was one of the worse days of my life.
So was this one of the defining moments in my life? Yes. It was after this that I began to hunt demons. I was only 16 but that didn't matter to me. I had more power than the demons that I faced and my rage fuelled my desire to kill every last one of them. It was when I was out on one of these hunts that I discovered one of my powers. I could copy their power. It worried mom for a little while. I guess she thought it was strange that I could only copy demonic powers and not witch powers. It seemed simple enough to me, witch powers don't work on other witches, heck it was the same reason she couldn't freeze other witches. I also found out that I could orb. Now where that power came from I had absolutely no idea and it drove me crazy for a while. I hated having a power that had anything to do with Leo or Wyatt. But eventually I got over it. It took a while but mom finally talked me down from my demon hunting and I began to live like a normal person again.
It was easy to see how she changed after dad's death and my killing sprees, and it hurt me to realize that I was the reason she was so stressed. But this only turned out to be another thing that drove the wedge between Wyatt and me even deeper. While I was off being the bad son, he had actually stayed at home and started taking his wiccan responsibilities seriously. He had also grown closer to mom and that really bugged me. It felt like once again he had taken my place. I didn't blame mom for this, only him. I realize now that this was not the most mature way to look at this situation but give me a break, my dad had just died, I'm going through that stage that everyone seems to blame things on, and to top it all off, my perfect brother just became even more perfect. So the grieving process was a little strange for me.