Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, I regretfully say...hm...you never
know...I got it! All the wannabe Charmed owners can start striking outside
the Charmed set until Brian Kern's ears bleed and he HAS to give it up!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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The three energy balls emitted from Bindle, Bailey, and Wyatt made impact with Chris before he could lift his head to see what was happening. He bit back his tongue to keep from crying out and looked mournfully at the two children. "Bindle...Bailey...how could you?" he managed to croak, clutching at his side where most of the damage had been done. Chris lifted up his had and telekinetically threw Wyatt at a wall, but left his cousins unharmed in his reluctance to hurt them.
"You'll pay for that, Chris," Wyatt growled, jumping to his feet. He motioned once more to Bindle and Bailey. "The demon's still in him. Attack."
They nodded, sending out three more balls.
"Had enough yet, Chris? Will you join me now?"
"No," he moaned. "No..."
"What was that?"
"No."
"Again!" he ordered.
And so it went, on and on, energy ball after energy ball, for a long, tormenting hour. Phoebe, Piper, and Leo watched, horrified, as Chris suffered. Piper buried her face into Leo's shirt to shield her eyes and muffle her ears from the blasts and cries as Leo watched in horror, mouth agape. Phoebe held her head in her hands from the emotional crush that was screaming in her head from them.
Eventually Chris was unconscious, so it seemed. Wyatt went up to him, checking for a pulse just in case. "Hm...his pulse is slow, but I'm fairly certain he'll live. If he doesn't, at least her got what he deserved...the demon, I mean," he added quickly upon the skeptical looks of Bindle and Bailey.
"I'm hungry," Bindle whined.
"Me too!"
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Minions!" he called. The demons returned. "Bring lunch," he said impatiently, waving them off with his hand.
"And cut off the crust on the sandwiches!"
Wyatt groaned. "Yes, yes, and cut the crust off the sandwiches." The demons gave him a quizzical look at the oddities of his order. "I said bring them lunch, don't look at me like that!" he snapped.
Bindle curiously bent down to survey what was left of Chris. He had dozens of scattered wounds around his body, either burning or bleeding profusely. His breath was shallow and even in his sleep he was cringing in pain.
"Are you sure we're not hurting the real Chris?" she asked.
"Certain," Wyatt responded. The demon shimmered in with some food. "Now, let's eat."
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Future Brian was going mad with rage. "They're hurting him, I can feel it!" he shouted. "I just might KILL Wyatt with my own bare hands!"
Rather than calming down the room, though, it only caused Bianca to sob fresh tears and Prue to bang her fist on the bar counter in frustration. Colin and Mel looked rather frightened watching the uproar of Brian's pacing and cussing, their father's even LOUDER cussing, and Bianca's wails.
Paige stood too, watching intently. "What's happening?" she wondered aloud. "Where are Piper and Phoebe and Leo?"
Just then blue sparks began to flare at Colin's and Mel's feet. "Holy shit!" Colin screamed.
Mel tried to give him a glare but apparently they had no time to do so. They were summoned...directly to Wyatt.
Paige followed.
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"Colin, Mel, how nice of you to join us," said Wyatt in a sickly-sweet voice.
The twins shook on the spot, quite rattled by the sudden change of scenery. Colin took a step forward and tripped on the limp, unmoving Chris. Chris cried out in agony.
"Chris!" Mel gasped. She bent down to his level, shaking him. "Chris, wake up!!" She whipped around to face Wyatt. "What have you done!? What in the BLOODY HELL have you DONE!? You sick, deranged, freakish, WRONG—"
Wyatt pointed at her. "You are in no position to be sassing me, you know. I have power beyond your wildest dreams..."
"Enough power to kill all those innocents!" Mel cried out. She desperately looked over at Bindle and Bailey. "You guys, he's lying...trust me...please..."
"But..." Bailey protested.
"I am not lying!" Wyatt denied.
"You," Colin raged, coming closer to them. "After all this time, you don't even have the right to PRETEND to be good, you screw-up! Bindle, Bailey, get the hell away from him! You always wanted to be one of the big kids and know about the Rebellion—this is your chance! Step away from him, come over to us, and I promise...I SWEAR...you'll never, ever be excluded again."
The two children looked timidly between Wyatt and Colin. Bindle moved over to Colin, shaking visibly in fear. Bailey remained where he was.
"Ha," said Colin triumphantly. He ruffled Bindle's hair. "At least one of you is smart."
"I DON'T NEED YOU!" Wyatt boomed. He raised his hand.
"NO!" Mel shrieked.
BAM!
Bindle, just like Prue did two years ago, was blasted into ash.
"BINDLE!" Bailey cried, bawling. "What did you do to her? You're a bad man, you killed Bindle...you killed her..." He walked over to Mel, who embraced him into a tight-knit hug.
"It'll be alright, Bailey, it'll be—"
"Run," Chris croaked. "Run, Mel...Run..."
"What?"
BAM!
They were smoldered into dust. Colin stared, wide-eyed in horror, at what remained of cousins and sister. Tears welled up into his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"Give up?" asked Wyatt jeeringly.
"No..." Colin whispered skeptically.
Wyatt formed an energy ball in his hands. "Are you sure?"
Colin looked up into Wyatt's eyes, his face cold, blank, and emotionless, almost like it was when he was possessed...only more so. "Kill me, Wyatt," he said simply. "Just remember all the chances we gave you when you regret this someday."
"I sure won't." Wyatt grinned.
Colin got his wish of death in less than an instant.
Wyatt turned away, kicking the piles of ash out of his path as he walked towards Chris.
"What?" asked Chris, tears streaming down his face. "You wanna kill me too?"
"I can't afford to do so," Wyatt said regretfully. "I need you, Chris. Together we could change the world, but apart..." He sighed heavily. "Apart, we all have our limits and barriers."
"That hasn't stopped you."
"Ah, but yes, it has...You have no idea...Those whitelighters—Ha—those foolish whitelighters thought that they could overcome me. Say, you ever wondered what happened to dear old dad?"
Chris didn't respond.
"He's here. Do you...wish to see him?"
Chris remained silent, looking towards the ground and clutching at the relentless pain in his side.
Wyatt grinned. "Something told me you wouldn't want to...after all, no spell can break what I've done to him now..."
"You've killed him?!"
"Oh no, Chris...much, much worse. Remember the little spell I put him under? The one you broke? That's not going to happen again. He's better than before. New powers, new outlook on life, new mission...and even love won't help you find a way to save him. You're only other choice would be to kill him."
"What have you done?" he whispered, losing his voice as he slipped in and out of consciousness.
"You'll see for yourself in time, but for now...I'm willing to give you a little more time to make up your mind. Join me or don't. I'll summon you later for my answer, and if it isn't suitable to my liking..." He shrugged, waved his had at Chris, and watched his bloody, mangled brother disappear.
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Please R&R for my mental sanity!!! Oh, and I'm coming back soon, so the chapters should be finished faster. Sorry for the slow down and everything, but don't worry, I'm picking up the pace...VROOOOOOOOOM.
Lol.
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The three energy balls emitted from Bindle, Bailey, and Wyatt made impact with Chris before he could lift his head to see what was happening. He bit back his tongue to keep from crying out and looked mournfully at the two children. "Bindle...Bailey...how could you?" he managed to croak, clutching at his side where most of the damage had been done. Chris lifted up his had and telekinetically threw Wyatt at a wall, but left his cousins unharmed in his reluctance to hurt them.
"You'll pay for that, Chris," Wyatt growled, jumping to his feet. He motioned once more to Bindle and Bailey. "The demon's still in him. Attack."
They nodded, sending out three more balls.
"Had enough yet, Chris? Will you join me now?"
"No," he moaned. "No..."
"What was that?"
"No."
"Again!" he ordered.
And so it went, on and on, energy ball after energy ball, for a long, tormenting hour. Phoebe, Piper, and Leo watched, horrified, as Chris suffered. Piper buried her face into Leo's shirt to shield her eyes and muffle her ears from the blasts and cries as Leo watched in horror, mouth agape. Phoebe held her head in her hands from the emotional crush that was screaming in her head from them.
Eventually Chris was unconscious, so it seemed. Wyatt went up to him, checking for a pulse just in case. "Hm...his pulse is slow, but I'm fairly certain he'll live. If he doesn't, at least her got what he deserved...the demon, I mean," he added quickly upon the skeptical looks of Bindle and Bailey.
"I'm hungry," Bindle whined.
"Me too!"
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Minions!" he called. The demons returned. "Bring lunch," he said impatiently, waving them off with his hand.
"And cut off the crust on the sandwiches!"
Wyatt groaned. "Yes, yes, and cut the crust off the sandwiches." The demons gave him a quizzical look at the oddities of his order. "I said bring them lunch, don't look at me like that!" he snapped.
Bindle curiously bent down to survey what was left of Chris. He had dozens of scattered wounds around his body, either burning or bleeding profusely. His breath was shallow and even in his sleep he was cringing in pain.
"Are you sure we're not hurting the real Chris?" she asked.
"Certain," Wyatt responded. The demon shimmered in with some food. "Now, let's eat."
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Future Brian was going mad with rage. "They're hurting him, I can feel it!" he shouted. "I just might KILL Wyatt with my own bare hands!"
Rather than calming down the room, though, it only caused Bianca to sob fresh tears and Prue to bang her fist on the bar counter in frustration. Colin and Mel looked rather frightened watching the uproar of Brian's pacing and cussing, their father's even LOUDER cussing, and Bianca's wails.
Paige stood too, watching intently. "What's happening?" she wondered aloud. "Where are Piper and Phoebe and Leo?"
Just then blue sparks began to flare at Colin's and Mel's feet. "Holy shit!" Colin screamed.
Mel tried to give him a glare but apparently they had no time to do so. They were summoned...directly to Wyatt.
Paige followed.
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"Colin, Mel, how nice of you to join us," said Wyatt in a sickly-sweet voice.
The twins shook on the spot, quite rattled by the sudden change of scenery. Colin took a step forward and tripped on the limp, unmoving Chris. Chris cried out in agony.
"Chris!" Mel gasped. She bent down to his level, shaking him. "Chris, wake up!!" She whipped around to face Wyatt. "What have you done!? What in the BLOODY HELL have you DONE!? You sick, deranged, freakish, WRONG—"
Wyatt pointed at her. "You are in no position to be sassing me, you know. I have power beyond your wildest dreams..."
"Enough power to kill all those innocents!" Mel cried out. She desperately looked over at Bindle and Bailey. "You guys, he's lying...trust me...please..."
"But..." Bailey protested.
"I am not lying!" Wyatt denied.
"You," Colin raged, coming closer to them. "After all this time, you don't even have the right to PRETEND to be good, you screw-up! Bindle, Bailey, get the hell away from him! You always wanted to be one of the big kids and know about the Rebellion—this is your chance! Step away from him, come over to us, and I promise...I SWEAR...you'll never, ever be excluded again."
The two children looked timidly between Wyatt and Colin. Bindle moved over to Colin, shaking visibly in fear. Bailey remained where he was.
"Ha," said Colin triumphantly. He ruffled Bindle's hair. "At least one of you is smart."
"I DON'T NEED YOU!" Wyatt boomed. He raised his hand.
"NO!" Mel shrieked.
BAM!
Bindle, just like Prue did two years ago, was blasted into ash.
"BINDLE!" Bailey cried, bawling. "What did you do to her? You're a bad man, you killed Bindle...you killed her..." He walked over to Mel, who embraced him into a tight-knit hug.
"It'll be alright, Bailey, it'll be—"
"Run," Chris croaked. "Run, Mel...Run..."
"What?"
BAM!
They were smoldered into dust. Colin stared, wide-eyed in horror, at what remained of cousins and sister. Tears welled up into his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"Give up?" asked Wyatt jeeringly.
"No..." Colin whispered skeptically.
Wyatt formed an energy ball in his hands. "Are you sure?"
Colin looked up into Wyatt's eyes, his face cold, blank, and emotionless, almost like it was when he was possessed...only more so. "Kill me, Wyatt," he said simply. "Just remember all the chances we gave you when you regret this someday."
"I sure won't." Wyatt grinned.
Colin got his wish of death in less than an instant.
Wyatt turned away, kicking the piles of ash out of his path as he walked towards Chris.
"What?" asked Chris, tears streaming down his face. "You wanna kill me too?"
"I can't afford to do so," Wyatt said regretfully. "I need you, Chris. Together we could change the world, but apart..." He sighed heavily. "Apart, we all have our limits and barriers."
"That hasn't stopped you."
"Ah, but yes, it has...You have no idea...Those whitelighters—Ha—those foolish whitelighters thought that they could overcome me. Say, you ever wondered what happened to dear old dad?"
Chris didn't respond.
"He's here. Do you...wish to see him?"
Chris remained silent, looking towards the ground and clutching at the relentless pain in his side.
Wyatt grinned. "Something told me you wouldn't want to...after all, no spell can break what I've done to him now..."
"You've killed him?!"
"Oh no, Chris...much, much worse. Remember the little spell I put him under? The one you broke? That's not going to happen again. He's better than before. New powers, new outlook on life, new mission...and even love won't help you find a way to save him. You're only other choice would be to kill him."
"What have you done?" he whispered, losing his voice as he slipped in and out of consciousness.
"You'll see for yourself in time, but for now...I'm willing to give you a little more time to make up your mind. Join me or don't. I'll summon you later for my answer, and if it isn't suitable to my liking..." He shrugged, waved his had at Chris, and watched his bloody, mangled brother disappear.
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Please R&R for my mental sanity!!! Oh, and I'm coming back soon, so the chapters should be finished faster. Sorry for the slow down and everything, but don't worry, I'm picking up the pace...VROOOOOOOOOM.
Lol.