Endless.... By Calen
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Started 29-06-04
Disclaimer: I own nothing but ideas. Not necessarily good ideas, but ideas nonetheless.
Spoilers: Season 6 end.
Warnings: It'll be pretty violent and sad, plenty of sadness.
Summary: Did Chris really die and what's been going on back in the real world.
Rating: PG-13.
Notes: It's set in season 6. Some time after 'Big Bad World Part 2'.
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Christopher Perry Halliwell looked over the endless expanse. He had lost track of how long he'd been here. Nothing but the never ending whiteness and his own thoughts to keep him company. It was like being stuck in a place with no walls, no darkness, no one to talk to, no end.
He'd tried everything he could think of to find a way out. His family thought him dead, then again he wasn't sure if they were still family. A million different thoughts, theories had gone through his mind. Did they even care? Would they want him back? Were they alive? Had his dad saved Wyatt? Had his actions, going back in time made him obselete? Chris knew there was another him out there, happy in a good world. Maybe that was why he was here, maybe he didn't belong anywhere anymore. Deep down he knew that some of those things weren't true, but he found it harder and harder to convince himself of that the more he was here.
He'd long since cried and screamed out all of his tears, during his more frustrated times. Closing his eyes he focused on blocking the pain that flashed at his side.
The wound, where he'd been stabbed by Gideon was still there. He remembered seeing his fathers face, before everything started to go black.
Then he woke not really know what to expect. But whatever, wherever this place was, was not it. The wound was still there, the pain hadn't faded. The blood had stopped, it wasn't flowing out. He couldn't explain it, but at the time he was just happy to be 'alive' if you could call this exsistence being alive. Ever since he'd been here, he'd felt different. It wasn't the wound, he just felt lessened somehow, like he wasn't whole....
Even after what had felt like years, he'd never given up hope. That he'd find a way out, that his dad, his family would realise he was here and find a way to save him. Things weren't totally without chance; he'd mastered his powers to a level he'd only dreamed of before. But even with all that it didn't help him find a way out.
That seemed so long ago now, he hadn't even bothered trying to use his power since he had nearly magically exhausted himself. The pain from the wounded in his side was constant, always there. But after trying to blast his way out, using spells he thought up. He realised his magic was contained stuck, limited to this place, just like he was.
"Let me out," he whispered. "Please," he knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of this, being alone, being stuck here was going to drive him insane. Thoughts rushed through his mind, I'm never going to get out of here....
"LET ME OUT!" he cried, screaming out loud. He fell to his knees, head hanging down tears streaming down his face.
"You win," he says, then looking up his eyes red and puffy from crying. "I give up, I surrender....."
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AN - Any good? Should I continue?