A/N: Ok I'm so sorry, my mum banned me from updating until my exams were over, which wohoo they are! So now I have all the time in the world to write...yay!
Willows2 (Thanks, yeah I agree it's always good to bring Victor into it, the show should do it more often! Sorry there's none of him in this one though!)
Pink-Charmed-One (hehe...I know I can get carried away with the cliffhangers sometimes, sorry! Thanks so much for reviewing!)
Morgan (thanks so much, it always makes my day when someone says they love it! Again sorry this took me so long!)
Random insane person (since I was ordered to continue, I did! lol! I love you for saying that because I knew in my head how I wanted Chris to feel but I wasn't sure if I could get it down in words you know!)
freya gobriella (Thanks so much, and yeah I saw the finale, and yes I was such a girl and cried! But I'm still in denial; he's not dead, he can't be dead!)
Dominique1 (Wow, that's the longest review I have ever got...and I mean ever! I feel so proud I managed to melt a 'heart of stone'! Thanks, yeah I totally see Chris as a fighter and no offence to anyone who has wrote Chris like that, but I don't see Chris as the type of person to just accept it and grieve...I saw him as someone who fights it 'til the bitter end, hence his violent outbursts! Yeah I think this rambling thing is contagious, so one last thing, Bianca will be back in the next couple of chapters!)
Enough from me, I'm sure you want to read the next chapter, since that's why you're here! Lol.....
Chapter 3 – Kody
Please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now. Please give me direction, I think I just caved in.
Chris felt lost, for the last few hours he had been wandering the streets of San Francisco.
Chris felt lost, but he also wanted to be lost, back in the attic, he had taken the potion; his only guarantee, his only defence.
The potion made it so you were impossible to find. Sensing, scrying, spells, none of them would work. The only way for someone to find Chris was if he took the antidote, which of course he wasn't in a hurry to do. He had to sort out his feelings, sort out what was left of his life, and he needed to do that alone.
Piper had made the potion when a persistent upper-level demon had set his sights on Phoebe and kept summoning her to his layer. The potion rendered the summoning spells useless, giving the Charmed Ones enough time to vanquish him. Piper being Piper always kept a copy of all the potions in the book just in case. It had saved their lives a number of times when they didn't have enough time to make a fresh batch of potion. That thought brought a tear to Chris' eye, as it hadn't been enough, the Power of Three hadn't been enough.
After leaving Chris soon realised he didn't know where to go. The bitter ache inside was tearing him apart, so Chris did the only thing he could think of to lessen the pain: drink.
Being only 14 and seven years underage, he knew no one was going to serve him alcohol, so he went to P3, his mom's club. He only stayed long enough to grab a bottle of vodka from the storage room, as the whole place reminded him of her, actually everything reminded him of her.
Chris quickly turned his aimless wandering to less populated areas and back streets after the stares and whispering started to grate on his nerves. As it was San Francisco people were used to strange happenings, but still a sullen looking young male, with a backpack stuffed full of clothes, stumbling down the street, downing a bottle of vodka still raised a few eyebrows.
Chris turned left and staggered down a dark alley, he didn't even notice that he was being followed.
"Wow." Chris whispered as he stumbled, nearly falling over.
Chris had never been drunk before, he was still young after all. There was a certain haze to everything, and all the sounds were muffled. He felt kind of numb and dizzy, and he had this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
Before he knew what had happened someone had grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragging him to the side of the alleyway. Chris was roughly shoved up against the wall, when he finally saw his attackers.
Two men loomed over Chris. One was big and beefy, with long hair and he still had the hold of Chris, by the collar of his jacket. The other was smaller, and was shifting his weight from one foot to the other balling his fists at his side.
"Give us your money."
Chris tried to suppress a laugh, but was unsuccessful. He then added, "What money?"
"We'll see." The beefy one growled, he turned to his accomplice. "Check the bag."
The smaller one grabbed the backpack out of Chris' grasp, and quickly ruffled through it only to find clothes and potions.
"What the hell?" He exclaimed. One vial filled with a red coloured solution fell from the bag and smashed at his feet igniting his trousers. He let out a yell in surprise then dropped the bag and desperately patted out the flames as quickly as he possibly could.
Chris couldn't help but laugh at the idiocy of these thugs as the smaller one frantically tried to put out the flames.
"Think that's funny do ya punk?" The larger one asked while shaking Chris.
Chris, who at the time was seeing two of everything thanks to the alcohol, also seemed to have completely lost his sense of reason and restraint, replied in a smart-ass tone. "Yeah I do!"
Before Chris knew it a fist came flying at him, hitting him square in the jaw, and sending him crashing to the floor, vodka bottle still in hand.
The man aimed to swing again, but the smaller one grabbed his arm.
"Come on man he's just a kid."
The beefy one wrenched his arm free, and looked down at Chris with sheer disgust on his face.
"Come on, he's got nothing, let's just go!" The smaller one pleaded.
"Fine." He growled, he then pointed at Chris. "Count yourself lucky punk." With that they were gone, leaving Chris alone in the darkened alleyway.
Chris struggled into a sitting position, resting against the stone wall and took another swig of vodka, feeling it burn the whole way down his throat.
His lip had started to bleed, and the blow had seemed to knock some sense into him as well. The dull bitter ache slowly crept back.
Although most of him felt numb, his mind was racing with questions. Like how had he gotten out of the underworld? He remembered the demon leaving in the underworld, but the next thing he was on his front porch. And that voice, the girl who had got him out, she had said three simple words to him, 'You're safe now.' But who was she? And why did she take him home, how did she even know where his home was? None of it made sense, and only added to the already forming migraine.
And then he thought of his family, and the guilt was so heavy he felt like his chest was being compressed from the weight.
Chris remembered the last thing she ever said to him. She had told him that she loved him, she loved him even though he had failed her...he had let her die...he could have done something, anything.
Chris threw the empty bottle at the far wall of the alley where it smashed, showering the ground in tiny pieces of glass.
"Why them? Why did you have to take them? WHY?" Chris shouted at the heavens as the first few drops of rain fell.
"Why couldn't you take me? Why them? Why her?" Chris choked out as he pushed his tired body to his feet.
"Take me instead, just bring them back, just bring her back! PLEASE JUST BRING HER BACK!" Chris screamed as the rain began to pound down.
"MOM, PHOEBE, PAIGE? Please come back, please I need you!" The rain soon soaked through Chris clothes, leaving him dripping wet and shivering from the cold.
"I'm sorry! It's all my fault, I'm so sorry, just please come back!"
But he got no answer; no one was there. They were dead, and this time nothing was going to change that. The Charmed Ones had all cheated death before, but like the aunt he never got to meet, Prue, there were only so many times that you could avoid death, until it finally caught up with you.
He knew they weren't coming back this time, they were gone for good, and Chris hated that, they had died protecting him, they had died saving him. So why couldn't he have died in their place? The world needed the Charmed Ones, but who needed him? Why couldn't he have saved them?
With all these questions running through his head Chris grabbed his bag and stumbled down the street in the pouring rain, his family was gone, it was just him now, he was truly alone.
..............
Sorry this is kinda short, the next one will be longer and I should have it up by the end of the week. Oh one last thing I would like to thank my darling sister for being my beta! Ok going now to write some more! Please review!
Willows2 (Thanks, yeah I agree it's always good to bring Victor into it, the show should do it more often! Sorry there's none of him in this one though!)
Pink-Charmed-One (hehe...I know I can get carried away with the cliffhangers sometimes, sorry! Thanks so much for reviewing!)
Morgan (thanks so much, it always makes my day when someone says they love it! Again sorry this took me so long!)
Random insane person (since I was ordered to continue, I did! lol! I love you for saying that because I knew in my head how I wanted Chris to feel but I wasn't sure if I could get it down in words you know!)
freya gobriella (Thanks so much, and yeah I saw the finale, and yes I was such a girl and cried! But I'm still in denial; he's not dead, he can't be dead!)
Dominique1 (Wow, that's the longest review I have ever got...and I mean ever! I feel so proud I managed to melt a 'heart of stone'! Thanks, yeah I totally see Chris as a fighter and no offence to anyone who has wrote Chris like that, but I don't see Chris as the type of person to just accept it and grieve...I saw him as someone who fights it 'til the bitter end, hence his violent outbursts! Yeah I think this rambling thing is contagious, so one last thing, Bianca will be back in the next couple of chapters!)
Enough from me, I'm sure you want to read the next chapter, since that's why you're here! Lol.....
Chapter 3 – Kody
Please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now. Please give me direction, I think I just caved in.
Chris felt lost, for the last few hours he had been wandering the streets of San Francisco.
Chris felt lost, but he also wanted to be lost, back in the attic, he had taken the potion; his only guarantee, his only defence.
The potion made it so you were impossible to find. Sensing, scrying, spells, none of them would work. The only way for someone to find Chris was if he took the antidote, which of course he wasn't in a hurry to do. He had to sort out his feelings, sort out what was left of his life, and he needed to do that alone.
Piper had made the potion when a persistent upper-level demon had set his sights on Phoebe and kept summoning her to his layer. The potion rendered the summoning spells useless, giving the Charmed Ones enough time to vanquish him. Piper being Piper always kept a copy of all the potions in the book just in case. It had saved their lives a number of times when they didn't have enough time to make a fresh batch of potion. That thought brought a tear to Chris' eye, as it hadn't been enough, the Power of Three hadn't been enough.
After leaving Chris soon realised he didn't know where to go. The bitter ache inside was tearing him apart, so Chris did the only thing he could think of to lessen the pain: drink.
Being only 14 and seven years underage, he knew no one was going to serve him alcohol, so he went to P3, his mom's club. He only stayed long enough to grab a bottle of vodka from the storage room, as the whole place reminded him of her, actually everything reminded him of her.
Chris quickly turned his aimless wandering to less populated areas and back streets after the stares and whispering started to grate on his nerves. As it was San Francisco people were used to strange happenings, but still a sullen looking young male, with a backpack stuffed full of clothes, stumbling down the street, downing a bottle of vodka still raised a few eyebrows.
Chris turned left and staggered down a dark alley, he didn't even notice that he was being followed.
"Wow." Chris whispered as he stumbled, nearly falling over.
Chris had never been drunk before, he was still young after all. There was a certain haze to everything, and all the sounds were muffled. He felt kind of numb and dizzy, and he had this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
Before he knew what had happened someone had grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragging him to the side of the alleyway. Chris was roughly shoved up against the wall, when he finally saw his attackers.
Two men loomed over Chris. One was big and beefy, with long hair and he still had the hold of Chris, by the collar of his jacket. The other was smaller, and was shifting his weight from one foot to the other balling his fists at his side.
"Give us your money."
Chris tried to suppress a laugh, but was unsuccessful. He then added, "What money?"
"We'll see." The beefy one growled, he turned to his accomplice. "Check the bag."
The smaller one grabbed the backpack out of Chris' grasp, and quickly ruffled through it only to find clothes and potions.
"What the hell?" He exclaimed. One vial filled with a red coloured solution fell from the bag and smashed at his feet igniting his trousers. He let out a yell in surprise then dropped the bag and desperately patted out the flames as quickly as he possibly could.
Chris couldn't help but laugh at the idiocy of these thugs as the smaller one frantically tried to put out the flames.
"Think that's funny do ya punk?" The larger one asked while shaking Chris.
Chris, who at the time was seeing two of everything thanks to the alcohol, also seemed to have completely lost his sense of reason and restraint, replied in a smart-ass tone. "Yeah I do!"
Before Chris knew it a fist came flying at him, hitting him square in the jaw, and sending him crashing to the floor, vodka bottle still in hand.
The man aimed to swing again, but the smaller one grabbed his arm.
"Come on man he's just a kid."
The beefy one wrenched his arm free, and looked down at Chris with sheer disgust on his face.
"Come on, he's got nothing, let's just go!" The smaller one pleaded.
"Fine." He growled, he then pointed at Chris. "Count yourself lucky punk." With that they were gone, leaving Chris alone in the darkened alleyway.
Chris struggled into a sitting position, resting against the stone wall and took another swig of vodka, feeling it burn the whole way down his throat.
His lip had started to bleed, and the blow had seemed to knock some sense into him as well. The dull bitter ache slowly crept back.
Although most of him felt numb, his mind was racing with questions. Like how had he gotten out of the underworld? He remembered the demon leaving in the underworld, but the next thing he was on his front porch. And that voice, the girl who had got him out, she had said three simple words to him, 'You're safe now.' But who was she? And why did she take him home, how did she even know where his home was? None of it made sense, and only added to the already forming migraine.
And then he thought of his family, and the guilt was so heavy he felt like his chest was being compressed from the weight.
Chris remembered the last thing she ever said to him. She had told him that she loved him, she loved him even though he had failed her...he had let her die...he could have done something, anything.
Chris threw the empty bottle at the far wall of the alley where it smashed, showering the ground in tiny pieces of glass.
"Why them? Why did you have to take them? WHY?" Chris shouted at the heavens as the first few drops of rain fell.
"Why couldn't you take me? Why them? Why her?" Chris choked out as he pushed his tired body to his feet.
"Take me instead, just bring them back, just bring her back! PLEASE JUST BRING HER BACK!" Chris screamed as the rain began to pound down.
"MOM, PHOEBE, PAIGE? Please come back, please I need you!" The rain soon soaked through Chris clothes, leaving him dripping wet and shivering from the cold.
"I'm sorry! It's all my fault, I'm so sorry, just please come back!"
But he got no answer; no one was there. They were dead, and this time nothing was going to change that. The Charmed Ones had all cheated death before, but like the aunt he never got to meet, Prue, there were only so many times that you could avoid death, until it finally caught up with you.
He knew they weren't coming back this time, they were gone for good, and Chris hated that, they had died protecting him, they had died saving him. So why couldn't he have died in their place? The world needed the Charmed Ones, but who needed him? Why couldn't he have saved them?
With all these questions running through his head Chris grabbed his bag and stumbled down the street in the pouring rain, his family was gone, it was just him now, he was truly alone.
..............
Sorry this is kinda short, the next one will be longer and I should have it up by the end of the week. Oh one last thing I would like to thank my darling sister for being my beta! Ok going now to write some more! Please review!