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Inner Demons:

Chapter 5: Happy Birthday

Chris looked around and smiled as the scenery turned to that of the park. But then he stopped smiling once he realized what it meant.

Little Chris, who wasn't so little anymore, I might add, paced around the park in front of a bench.

"He promised to be here. He promised," he growled, kicking a nearby metal trashcan.

Little Prue, his thirteen year old cousin, walked up to him. "Chris, are you okay?"

Little Chris faced her. "Wyatt killed Grandpa today. While you were at school."

"You're dad didn't stop him?" Little Prue asked, confused.

Little Chris shook his head. "No. He didn't. I haven't seen him in over a year. But he promised that he'd meet me at this spot, in this park, on my seventeenth birthday. And he's not here. He promised me, Prue."

Little Prue sighed and sat on the bench. "Well, your dad doesn't keep his promises. You know that."

"He promised to keep this one," Little Chris said, sitting down next to her.

Little Prue looked at him, smiling a bit. "He promised to keep a promise?"

Little Chris smiled a bit, chuckling. "Yeah. That does sound a bit strange once you say it out loud."

Wyatt walked up to them. "Hello, Christopher, Prudence."

"Why do you always insist on using our full names?" Little Prue asked, looking confused and disgusted.

Wyatt ignored her comment. "Christopher, join me."

"Never. I will never join you, Wyatt," Little Chris said, getting up and facing his older brother.

"I was so scared of him, but I was more scared of losing Prue," Chris said, tears coming to his eyes. "I had no choice but to stand up to him."

Prue smiled slightly. "Who's daughter is Prue?"

Chris faced her. "Like you don't know. She's Aunt Phoebe's daughter."

Prue smiled wider. "Thanks, Phoebes."

Chris rolled his eyes and turned back to the scene.

"If you don't join me, Christopher, I will kill everyone that you hold close and dear to your heart," Wyatt said, looking down at his little brother.

"I believe that you've already done that," Little Chris said, glaring at Wyatt.

"No, Christopher, I haven't. Our father and our cousin are still alive. And you don't want to lose them," Wyatt said, grinning evilly down at Little Chris.

"I don't hold Dad 'close and dear to my heart'," Little Chris said, smiling a bit at the thought.

"Yes you do. You know you do. Even after everything he's done to you, you still love him. You hate him, but you love him too much for his own good. And you know it, too," Wyatt said, staring down at his brother.

"Don't you dare hurt them," Little Chris said, backing up towards Little Prue, trying to protect her. He turned around quickly to see Little Prue being held captive by demons, obviously immune to their powers.

Wyatt started laughing at Little Chris's scared and panicked look.

"PRUE!!!" Little Chris yelled, starting to run over to her.

Wyatt grabbed his arm. "Not this time, Christopher. You can't save her this time. You may have last time, but it's different now."

"NO!!!" Little Chris yelled, tears starting to stream down his face.

"Chris, help!!!" Little Prue yelled as one of the demons summoned an athame in his hand.

Little Chris telekinetically threw Wyatt backwards, and started running over to Prue.

But he was too late. The demon had stabbed Little Prue in the stomache.

"NO!!!" Little Chris yelled, running and skidding by her side as the demons shimmered away. He grabbed her and held her now lifeless body close. "Prue . . ." he sobbed.

Wyatt walked over to him, smirking evilly.

Little Chris looked up at him and glared daggers at his older brother. "How could you?!?!?! She was all I had left!!! She was the last person alive on this earth that cared for me!!! And who I cared for!!! How could you?!?!?!"

"I did it to get to you, Christopher. And she's not all you had left. I'm all that you have left. So join me," Wyatt said, holding out a hand to Little Chris.

"I will do no such thing," Little Chris said, telekinetically throwing Wyatt halfway across the park.

Leo orbed in, looking shocked and sad as he saw his youngest son holding his niece's body close. "Oh my god . . ."

Little Chris quickly stood up and punched his father. "This was all your fault! You should've shown up sooner! You should've been here this past year! It's all your fault!"

"Chris -" Leo started, but stopped when Little Chris started sobbing again. He looked down at his youngest and held him close.

Wyatt walked up behind them, summoning a darklighter bow and arrow (An: Is that what they're called, or do they have their own special name? I think they do, I'm just not sure. Hey, guess what?! It's my birthday! I'm finally 15!) on the way.

Little Chris saw Wyatt before he attacked and quickly pushed Leo out of the way, taking the arrow in the shoulder, falling to the ground.

"Chris!!!" Leo yelled, quickly getting up as Wyatt orbed away.

Little Chris quickly pulled the arrow out of his shoulder, breathing slowly and deeply as blood went everywhere.

Leo quickly knelt down next to Little Chris and heeled his shoulder. He smiled slightly. "I thought you were mad at me?"

Little Chris smiled slightly back. "I am. But that doesn't mean I want to lose the last person I have left."

Leo smiled and hugged Little Chris tightly. "I love you so much, Chris. And I'm so sorry I haven't been around a lot. I'm so sorry."

"What a nice reunion," Wyatt said from behind his father. "Too bad it has to end."

Leo quickly got up and faced his oldest, only to receive an arrow in the chest.

Wyatt smirked evilly at Leo as he fell to the ground. "Nice to see you, Father. Have a good afterlife." He turned to Little Chris. "And you. You have a good birthday," he said before orbing away.

"No!!! Dad!!!" Little Chris yelled, tears streaming down his face once again as he knelt next to his father. "No . . ."

"Chris, don't you ever give up. You understand me? Don't you ever give up," Leo said, barely breathing.

"No . . . Dad . . ." Little Chris said, starting to sob. "No. Don't leave me. Please. Don't leave me."

"Chris, I love you so much. And I'm so proud of you," Leo said, stroking his son's cheek. "You've done so much good in the world. Don't give up. And keep doing so much good. For your mother."

"Don't leave me all alone. Please," Little Chris said as Leo took his last breath. "NO!!! WYATT, I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!!!"

Chris wiped away some of the tears that were streaming down his face as the scenery went blurry again. "No . . . Daddy . . ." he said as he fell to the ground in tears.

Prue knelt down next to him. She pulled him close and started stroking his hair. "Shh. It'll all be okay. You'll save the future, and they'll all be alive again. I promise."

"You can't promise that," Chris mumbled into her shoulder.

Prue smiled. "I can and I just did."

Chris looked up at her, smiling slightly. "You're everything Mom, Aunt Phoebe, and Dad have told me about. You live up to the stories."

Prue smiled. "Thanks . . . I think . . ."

Chris smiled widely as the scenery turned again.

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Wow. Writing this chapter made me cry. Because I love Leo so much and it hurt to kill him off, even if I really didn't, ya know? It hurts to kill one of your favourite characters. So now I just have to hurry up and write the next chapter so I know he's not really gone. : P Anyway, review please! Ciao!

Hannah