Meteora Chapter 4: Somewhere I Belong, a charmed fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't (sniffles) own Charmed. (WAIL)

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Somewhere I Belong

When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own

He was in the alley, hiding...dying. He was only fourteen. This was it. He was going to die--he'd never get married, have kids, get old...never vanquish another demon, laugh with his cousins, go to a school dance...

His thoughts were swimming in a world of pain. Thinking seemed so vain, so unnecesarry. It wasn't going to heal the gaping wound in his stomach that was bleeding onto his fingers. It wasn't going to stop Wyatt from killing their mother.

That's what happened. That's what had gotten him into this mess. Wyatt had been pacing in their room and Chris took the opportunity of Wyatt's vulnerability to read Wyatt's mind. That was one of his powers--telepathy. He only thought that he'd hear about some silly crush or a book report issue, but then he realized, to his own disbelief, that Wyatt, his role model, protector, brother--was planning to murder their mom.

He didn't think. He charged into the room rashly, trying by all means to stop him..

I wanna heal, I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long
(Erase all the pain till it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong

He tried to orb again, but even as he did so he knew he was only wasting the few precious moments of life he had left. Was his mother dead yet? Did she know? He wished desperately that he could warn her, but Wyatt knew of his intentions and immediately, stabbing him before he could utter a single accusation.

Then Wyatt left him on the floor, crumbling to his knees, orbing him away to the alley without a word. What kind of a fool was he? If he was smarter, he'd have waited. Gone to tell Piper or somebody he trusted.

Then again, if he'd told Piper, there was no way in hell she'd believe him. If he'd told anyone else, they'd most likely act as rashly as he had, barging into their room. But why think about it anyways? It was too late now. It was obvious he was going to die, no matter what. There would be no opportunity, no second chance. Just death.

And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(So what am I)
What do I have but negativity
Cuz I can't justify the way everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own

He felt cold, hollow. Like he really wasn't inhabiting his body anymore, someone--something--else was. And then it hit him: it was death. He felt lightheaded, like he was being lifted in the sky...

"No!" he screamed. No sound came out, so he knew that his plea was hopeless. "PLEASE! I NEED TO--SAVE HER--" He kicked and thrashed, but he just kept rising. He was only delaying it by seconds...it wasn't going to help...Besides, what could he do? Fly into a lifeless body?

"C'mon, Leo, please," he begged. "Don't let me die! I'm the only one that can save her!"

Like Leo could hear. He'd ignore Chris' calls, dead or alive. Always had, alway would.

I wanna heal, I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long
(Erase all the pain till it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else
Until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away
I'll find myself today

He hoped desperately that even if t was his destiny to die, that someone else would save her. He didn't listen in long enough to Wyatt's thoughts to determine where or how it would happen. All he knew was that it was soon--probably the next thing on his agenda after murdering his younger brother.

Suddenly the clouds in his mind seemed to fade. A pain jerked him back to reality, followed by agony beyond words. He wasn't flying anymore. He was falling, faster than he should be. Something was violently sucking him back towards the ground.

Oh, shit, he thought. I'm going to Hell. I'm freaking going to live with demons in Hell!

What he opened his eyes to was worse than Hell. At first it made no sense to him, opening his eyes. It took him a moment to realize that he was back in his own body and that the pool of blood around him had disappeared. He looked up, daring to think it could be Leo.

It wasn't.

"W-Wyatt?" he managed to stutter. He cursed himself for sounding so weak, so frightened...which was exactly how he felt. But now Wyatt had the satisfaction of knowing it.

Wyatt was grinning maniacally, staring at Chris with a murderous, insane twinkle in his blue eyes. They didn't seem like Wyatt's eyes, they were like ones of a demon's...

"Where's Mom?" he demanded. "What did you do?"

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong

"What?" he asked, holding up his hands innocently. "You're not even gonna thank me for saving your ass?"

Chris gasped, staring at his hands in shock. They would never pass for innocent. Surely the crimson blood dripping down them would never be scrubbed away.

Because it wasn't his own blood. And he knew it wasn't his own.

"You killed her," Chris accused, rage bubbling inside of him. "You KILLED HER!"

Wyatt only laughed. "And no one will ever know. They'll think it was you."

Somewhere I belong

"No," Chris moaned, "no, no, no..." He felt a tingle in his hands, one like he'd never felt before. It was energizing, powerful...exciting. By instinct, he drew his hand back and fired.

Wyatt yelped and Chris orbed away, not even bothering to see his new power make impact with Wyatt's stomach.

"See, mom? See, Leo?" he screamed up at the sky. "I CAN be just like Wyatt! Are you happy now?!"

But that didn't matter. He knew he'd never be like Wyatt. He'd never be a murderer.

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