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Bianca shimmered to her master's lair. "I believe I have found the boy," she reported to him. "The mixed breed that may be a potential threat to your plans."
"Where was he located?"
"An alley out by main street."
"Excellent," said Wyatt, stepping out from his throne so his malicious grin glowed by the light of a flaming torch. "Watch him. Get him to trust you. Tell me of his every move...Pretend to be on his side."
"Yes, Master Wyatt." She paused. "Master...What is the last name of Chris Perry?"
"That is none of your business," Wyatt snapped. "Why would you ask such a meaningless question?"
"Well..." She wanted to tell him that she had seen some sort of odd resemblance between her master and the boy, but then she shook it off. What a silly idea! Her all-powerful master being related to such a feeble creature that did things for GOOD. "I was just wondering, because you only told me his first and middle name. I am sorry, master; it is not my place to ask you such questions." Bianca kneeled before him.
"That's more I like it," said Wyatt. "Now shimmer back down. Wait for him to emerge from hiding again, and this time, find a way to follow him."
"Yes, Master." She shimmered away.
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Chris orbed into the kitchen of the rundown apartment, relieved to find that Victor was still gone. He slapped himself on the head for his stupidity. How could he be so thick as to talk to a complete stranger? Why the hell did he leave his refuge in the first place? But it felt so good to feel the fresh air and talk to someone that understood everything he was going through. Maybe she'd be a part of the Rebellion if he asked.
'Don't get ahead of yourself,' said that stupid little voice again. He sighed. The voice was right; he shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, let alone inviting her into the Rebellion.
He flopped down on the couch and started counting the dots on the ceiling to keep his thoughts from wandering about the girl. Hours passed and Victor had not yet arrived home. Perhaps the police were questioning him.
School should be out. He leaned down and pushed his ear to the crack again, listening.
"That was so freaky," said a girl.
"I know!" another cried. It was Andrea. "The police stormed right into math class to question the teacher, apparently Chris Halliwell is dead!"
There was a sniffle among the posse. "I liked him a lot. He was my best friend...I really...Oh, this sounds silly, but I loved him."
It was his friend Savvy, he knew it. She was a mortal but she, like all the others, knew about magic because it had been exposed. But since she was the only one that had ever come close to him, she knew that Chris was a witch. She knew that Wyatt was the one killing all over the world and she knew that Chris was trying to stop him.
Wait—she loved him. Oh, he wanted to kick the wall! He'd probably never see her again. He was almost jealous of her. She thought he was dead; she didn't have to sit and wait with a burning desire to find him, she thought he was gone forever. But he felt like his heart was being ripped out, hearing her say that and not being able to do a thing about it...
"Aw, I'm so sorry, Sav," said another girl.
"Yeah," said Andrea. "He must've meant a lot to you...You guys used to hang out all the time..."
"I just can't believe he's...he's gone."
Chris stood abruptly, not wanting to listen to it anymore. Then something caught his ear and he couldn't resist but keep listening...
"Yeah, and so is his grandfather," said Andrea. "The police questioned me since I was his math partner and they thought he might be suicidal—"
"Chris was NOT suicidal!" Savvy screamed.
"Alright, alright—but they told me that his grandfather called 911 after finding Chris' body, but when the police came, he was dead too. It seemed really peculiar, they said, like maybe magic was involved," she said mysteriously.
Chris froze. Victor was dead? His mind seemed to swim and he sank to his knees, unable to believe it. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to will himself to wake up and find that it was all a dream. Victor was dead. How could Victor be dead? They had just talked this morning!
There was a clap of thunder outside and the beating of the rain became audible. The girls all shrieked in surprise and departed for home, rain splashing at their feet, but Chris could barely hear them. His eyes and mind were at a complete blank. He felt like he was hollow. Empty.
Everybody was dead.
He closed his eyes again, trying to make it stop, until he fell asleep.
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It was dark when he woke up. He was shivering; it was all so cold. The rain persisted, heavier than before, and the thunder seemed to grumble beneath his feet. It wasn't safe here anymore. If Wyatt killed Victor, then he knew where Chris was hiding. He ran, this time not even bothering to put on his jacket.
He scrambled out the door, just barely avoiding tripping on the rain that had flooded up to his ankles. His feet pounded in the dark, but nobody heard over the thunder and the safe havens of their homes. The city streets were empty and the entire place seemed dead. Dead, just like everyone he'd ever known and loved. Dead, like everybody would be.
Dead, like he would be soon.
He kept running, ignoring his lungs that tore for breath and the rain that still came down at him. A strike of lightning hit the pavement maybe 200 feet away and he shouted but kept going. It was so dark—he could barely navigate himself from place to place—
Finally he collapsed, into an alley miles away from the apartment. He broke down in sobs. He couldn't take it. Why was Victor gone? It was worse than losing his mother and aunts. Victor wasn't like them. Victor was closer to Chris than anyone ever had been...except for Savvy.
He sobbed harder at the thought of Savvy. Would she die, too? How many people would suffer because of him? For once he felt grateful that he didn't have any friends. At least Wyatt wouldn't kill anyone else.
He hugged his knees, trembling in the night. His clothes were drenched and clinging to his skin, his shoes were saturated, and the rain was still falling and drizzling down his face and mixing with his tears. He wanted to die with all of his heart. He wished that Wyatt would just swoop down on him now and kill him before he had a chance to defend himself.
No, that would be giving in. That would make him the same way that Wyatt had always taunted him for being: a coward. He was a Halliwell, he was no coward!
But where could he go now? It didn't seem like there was much left for him. All of his aunts were dead too, along with their husbands and kids. All that remained was Wyatt, Chris, and Leo. Ha! As if he could turn to any of them! And he couldn't go to Savvy. She'd die next for sure if he dared. There was always Magic School...No, that was way too obvious.
After going through the possibilities several times in his head, he decided on one tactic, perhaps his last resort.
"LEO!" he called, his voice drowned out by the storm. "LEO!" He waited for a moment. "LEO! DAD! I NEED YOU!"
Nobody came. There was no reassuring orb to come rescue him, to come take him away to somewhere dry and warm like Leo would've done for Wyatt in an instant.
"Please, dad...Please?"
"You again?" asked Bianca, just entering the alley herself. "Whoa...what happened?"
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Bianca shimmered to her master's lair. "I believe I have found the boy," she reported to him. "The mixed breed that may be a potential threat to your plans."
"Where was he located?"
"An alley out by main street."
"Excellent," said Wyatt, stepping out from his throne so his malicious grin glowed by the light of a flaming torch. "Watch him. Get him to trust you. Tell me of his every move...Pretend to be on his side."
"Yes, Master Wyatt." She paused. "Master...What is the last name of Chris Perry?"
"That is none of your business," Wyatt snapped. "Why would you ask such a meaningless question?"
"Well..." She wanted to tell him that she had seen some sort of odd resemblance between her master and the boy, but then she shook it off. What a silly idea! Her all-powerful master being related to such a feeble creature that did things for GOOD. "I was just wondering, because you only told me his first and middle name. I am sorry, master; it is not my place to ask you such questions." Bianca kneeled before him.
"That's more I like it," said Wyatt. "Now shimmer back down. Wait for him to emerge from hiding again, and this time, find a way to follow him."
"Yes, Master." She shimmered away.
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Chris orbed into the kitchen of the rundown apartment, relieved to find that Victor was still gone. He slapped himself on the head for his stupidity. How could he be so thick as to talk to a complete stranger? Why the hell did he leave his refuge in the first place? But it felt so good to feel the fresh air and talk to someone that understood everything he was going through. Maybe she'd be a part of the Rebellion if he asked.
'Don't get ahead of yourself,' said that stupid little voice again. He sighed. The voice was right; he shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, let alone inviting her into the Rebellion.
He flopped down on the couch and started counting the dots on the ceiling to keep his thoughts from wandering about the girl. Hours passed and Victor had not yet arrived home. Perhaps the police were questioning him.
School should be out. He leaned down and pushed his ear to the crack again, listening.
"That was so freaky," said a girl.
"I know!" another cried. It was Andrea. "The police stormed right into math class to question the teacher, apparently Chris Halliwell is dead!"
There was a sniffle among the posse. "I liked him a lot. He was my best friend...I really...Oh, this sounds silly, but I loved him."
It was his friend Savvy, he knew it. She was a mortal but she, like all the others, knew about magic because it had been exposed. But since she was the only one that had ever come close to him, she knew that Chris was a witch. She knew that Wyatt was the one killing all over the world and she knew that Chris was trying to stop him.
Wait—she loved him. Oh, he wanted to kick the wall! He'd probably never see her again. He was almost jealous of her. She thought he was dead; she didn't have to sit and wait with a burning desire to find him, she thought he was gone forever. But he felt like his heart was being ripped out, hearing her say that and not being able to do a thing about it...
"Aw, I'm so sorry, Sav," said another girl.
"Yeah," said Andrea. "He must've meant a lot to you...You guys used to hang out all the time..."
"I just can't believe he's...he's gone."
Chris stood abruptly, not wanting to listen to it anymore. Then something caught his ear and he couldn't resist but keep listening...
"Yeah, and so is his grandfather," said Andrea. "The police questioned me since I was his math partner and they thought he might be suicidal—"
"Chris was NOT suicidal!" Savvy screamed.
"Alright, alright—but they told me that his grandfather called 911 after finding Chris' body, but when the police came, he was dead too. It seemed really peculiar, they said, like maybe magic was involved," she said mysteriously.
Chris froze. Victor was dead? His mind seemed to swim and he sank to his knees, unable to believe it. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to will himself to wake up and find that it was all a dream. Victor was dead. How could Victor be dead? They had just talked this morning!
There was a clap of thunder outside and the beating of the rain became audible. The girls all shrieked in surprise and departed for home, rain splashing at their feet, but Chris could barely hear them. His eyes and mind were at a complete blank. He felt like he was hollow. Empty.
Everybody was dead.
He closed his eyes again, trying to make it stop, until he fell asleep.
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It was dark when he woke up. He was shivering; it was all so cold. The rain persisted, heavier than before, and the thunder seemed to grumble beneath his feet. It wasn't safe here anymore. If Wyatt killed Victor, then he knew where Chris was hiding. He ran, this time not even bothering to put on his jacket.
He scrambled out the door, just barely avoiding tripping on the rain that had flooded up to his ankles. His feet pounded in the dark, but nobody heard over the thunder and the safe havens of their homes. The city streets were empty and the entire place seemed dead. Dead, just like everyone he'd ever known and loved. Dead, like everybody would be.
Dead, like he would be soon.
He kept running, ignoring his lungs that tore for breath and the rain that still came down at him. A strike of lightning hit the pavement maybe 200 feet away and he shouted but kept going. It was so dark—he could barely navigate himself from place to place—
Finally he collapsed, into an alley miles away from the apartment. He broke down in sobs. He couldn't take it. Why was Victor gone? It was worse than losing his mother and aunts. Victor wasn't like them. Victor was closer to Chris than anyone ever had been...except for Savvy.
He sobbed harder at the thought of Savvy. Would she die, too? How many people would suffer because of him? For once he felt grateful that he didn't have any friends. At least Wyatt wouldn't kill anyone else.
He hugged his knees, trembling in the night. His clothes were drenched and clinging to his skin, his shoes were saturated, and the rain was still falling and drizzling down his face and mixing with his tears. He wanted to die with all of his heart. He wished that Wyatt would just swoop down on him now and kill him before he had a chance to defend himself.
No, that would be giving in. That would make him the same way that Wyatt had always taunted him for being: a coward. He was a Halliwell, he was no coward!
But where could he go now? It didn't seem like there was much left for him. All of his aunts were dead too, along with their husbands and kids. All that remained was Wyatt, Chris, and Leo. Ha! As if he could turn to any of them! And he couldn't go to Savvy. She'd die next for sure if he dared. There was always Magic School...No, that was way too obvious.
After going through the possibilities several times in his head, he decided on one tactic, perhaps his last resort.
"LEO!" he called, his voice drowned out by the storm. "LEO!" He waited for a moment. "LEO! DAD! I NEED YOU!"
Nobody came. There was no reassuring orb to come rescue him, to come take him away to somewhere dry and warm like Leo would've done for Wyatt in an instant.
"Please, dad...Please?"
"You again?" asked Bianca, just entering the alley herself. "Whoa...what happened?"
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