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(You all guessed it! LOL.) ...Wyatt.
"I sensed that something like this may happen," he said sadly, though not grievingly. He took a look at Bianca and sighed. "I shall miss the opportunity of raising my daughter after all." He turned to Phoebe and Paige. "Where's Chris?" he asked menacingly, tone changed.
They were both still kneeling by Bianca. Phoebe crumpled the letter in her hands, unable to speak. She was channeling plenty of anger from Wyatt right now, but no sadness or loss.
"You can't have him," Paige growled.
"Ah, but Paige, don't you see? I could take the annoying whitelighter off of your hands. I am future Wyatt, your nephew. The elders have sent me to take back a certain Christopher Perry."
"That certain Chris happens to be our nephew too, Wyatt!" Phoebe cried. "We know you're evil, we know everything you've done..."
"He revealed himself. This could complicate things...that fool. Do you really believe his lies? Do you actually think that I would turn evil? I'm ashamed."
"You should be," said Paige. "We saw it with a spell. Everything you ever did to Chris and your family. You are a murderer."
"I can't believe that you actually would accuse me of such a thing!" Wyatt yelled. "I'm your nephew!" He calmed down, and said bitterly, "You're not what I came here for. I'm wasting time." He orbed out.
"We've got to warn them!" Paige exclaimed. She grabbed Phoebe by the hand and orbed them away, putting Bianca's dead body and the lingering thought of the baby on hold.
"Piper, Leo—"
Phoebe and Paige gasped. Their sister and brother-in-law were apparently fast asleep on the floor, Wyatt having thrown sleeping dust on them. "Sleep tight, mum and dad," he said sarcastically. He turned to Chris. There were several cuts across his arms and face, shattered glass surrounding him. He was bound and gagged, struggling to escape with no avail.
"You're not going anywhere!" Phoebe cried. "Let him go!"
"If you insist," said Wyatt simply. He waved his hands and Chris' eyes widened—Wyatt had orbed him out.
"Where is he?!" Paige demanded.
"You told me to let him go, so I did." Wyatt shrugged. "You didn't specify where exactly I should place him, did you?"
"What have you done?" Phoebe whispered.
"The attic," Paige answered. "The portal—"
"Actually, you won't find him there. I decided that he was much too rebellious to risk taking back with me. So I bound his powers and disposed of him." Wyatt grinned at their aghast reactions, then added before orbing out, "He doesn't have much time. I wouldn't linger if I were you."
"Follow him, he's lying!" Phoebe screamed.
Paige orbed them to the attic just in time to see Wyatt step through the portal with Bianca's body in his arms. Other than that, he was alone. He shot them one last smile before disappearing.
Phoebe tried to jump through the portal and follow him, but couldn't. "Sense for Chris," she gasped, out of breath. "Hurry!"
"Alright!" Paige closed her eyes, then a minute later widened them in shock. "The bay," she croaked. "He's drowning in the Bay!"
"What?"
"San Francisco Bay! Wyatt must have orbed him off the bridge!"
"We've got to save him!"
Paige, once again, orbed Phoebe to the top of the bridge. It was night, and the wind whipped their hair and stung their cheeks and eyes. They looked down to the stormy shores and saw nothing.
"We'll never find him!" Paige wailed, watching the water thrash restlessly down below them.
"Yes we will, just...Try orbing him here," Phoebe suggested.
"I can't see him, how can I orb him here?"
"Try!"
Paige closed her eyes in concentration.
"Try orbing him to the manor," Phoebe said.
Paige nodded, imagining Chris' body orbing out of the water and onto the manor couch in the sitting room. The image became clearer and clearer, more precise with every second...until there was no body to focus on. The image broke about five or so minutes later.
"I did it," she marveled, amazed. "I think I just orbed him there."
"Great, Paige!" Phoebe congratulated her sister. "Orb, now!!"
"Right."
They arrived at the manor to see Chris soaking wet and drenched to the bone on the couch, gasping through labored breaths and shaking profusely.
"Chris, are you alright?" asked Phoebe worriedly. The two sisters rushed to his side.
"Mum and dad..." he whispered shakily.
"They're fine. Paige is going to get them. They're only asleep, don't worry..."
Phoebe told Chris not to worry, but at the same time she was the one that feared for his well-being. He was pale, shaking, still gasping. How long had he been under? Ten minutes? Long enough to die, she thought.
But Chris had been a swimmer, right? She supposed that that wouldn't help when he was bound by his feet and hands. She realized that he was bleeding at his ankles and wrists from his attempts to escape. Hopefully Piper and Leo would wake up soon...
They weren't in luck. The pair of them were fast asleep, and it didn't look like they'd be conscious anytime soon.
"Chris, are you alright?"
He didn't respond. He had stopped gasping, but now his breathing was barely above a whisper. Phoebe bandaged his wounds to try to stop the bleeding, but it wasn't too effective.
"Chris, can you hear me?"
"Yeah," he managed to whisper with a half-smile to reassure her. "Peachy."
Phoebe would've laughed at the sarcasm she found so alike to Piper's, but didn't find that it was the right time to be cheery.
"Where's...Wyatt...?" he asked weakly.
"Gone, back to the future. He must think you're dead."
Chris shook his head. He knew better. Wyatt knew that Chris could survive for long periods of time underwater. There was no way that Wyatt would count on him dying.
"Bianca...?"
Phoebe sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she tell him? He was so unstable...Looking at his paled, gaunt face, she decided not to tell him unless he asked again.
"Phoebe..."
"She—she's dead, Chris, I'm sorry."
Chris merely nodded his head, too weak to feel anymore pain. It was a numb thought in his mind: the baby was dead. He wouldn't have a daughter.
"The baby's alive...just not here. Yet."
Phoebe read the note aloud to him, which she found had been clenched in her fist throughout the entire face-off with Wyatt. She smoothed it out on the table, and looked up at the ceiling. Would Chris make it? Would the baby be an orphan?
Chris took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. "Just tired," he assured Phoebe, nodding off.
Phoebe wasn't sure how long he'd last.
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MWHAHAHA!! Lol. It's officially midnight. I'll be sooo grounded if my parents find out that I'm on the comp!! NO TELLING, PEOPLE!! Lol. R&R, plz! I'll be asleep if ya need me...
(You all guessed it! LOL.) ...Wyatt.
"I sensed that something like this may happen," he said sadly, though not grievingly. He took a look at Bianca and sighed. "I shall miss the opportunity of raising my daughter after all." He turned to Phoebe and Paige. "Where's Chris?" he asked menacingly, tone changed.
They were both still kneeling by Bianca. Phoebe crumpled the letter in her hands, unable to speak. She was channeling plenty of anger from Wyatt right now, but no sadness or loss.
"You can't have him," Paige growled.
"Ah, but Paige, don't you see? I could take the annoying whitelighter off of your hands. I am future Wyatt, your nephew. The elders have sent me to take back a certain Christopher Perry."
"That certain Chris happens to be our nephew too, Wyatt!" Phoebe cried. "We know you're evil, we know everything you've done..."
"He revealed himself. This could complicate things...that fool. Do you really believe his lies? Do you actually think that I would turn evil? I'm ashamed."
"You should be," said Paige. "We saw it with a spell. Everything you ever did to Chris and your family. You are a murderer."
"I can't believe that you actually would accuse me of such a thing!" Wyatt yelled. "I'm your nephew!" He calmed down, and said bitterly, "You're not what I came here for. I'm wasting time." He orbed out.
"We've got to warn them!" Paige exclaimed. She grabbed Phoebe by the hand and orbed them away, putting Bianca's dead body and the lingering thought of the baby on hold.
"Piper, Leo—"
Phoebe and Paige gasped. Their sister and brother-in-law were apparently fast asleep on the floor, Wyatt having thrown sleeping dust on them. "Sleep tight, mum and dad," he said sarcastically. He turned to Chris. There were several cuts across his arms and face, shattered glass surrounding him. He was bound and gagged, struggling to escape with no avail.
"You're not going anywhere!" Phoebe cried. "Let him go!"
"If you insist," said Wyatt simply. He waved his hands and Chris' eyes widened—Wyatt had orbed him out.
"Where is he?!" Paige demanded.
"You told me to let him go, so I did." Wyatt shrugged. "You didn't specify where exactly I should place him, did you?"
"What have you done?" Phoebe whispered.
"The attic," Paige answered. "The portal—"
"Actually, you won't find him there. I decided that he was much too rebellious to risk taking back with me. So I bound his powers and disposed of him." Wyatt grinned at their aghast reactions, then added before orbing out, "He doesn't have much time. I wouldn't linger if I were you."
"Follow him, he's lying!" Phoebe screamed.
Paige orbed them to the attic just in time to see Wyatt step through the portal with Bianca's body in his arms. Other than that, he was alone. He shot them one last smile before disappearing.
Phoebe tried to jump through the portal and follow him, but couldn't. "Sense for Chris," she gasped, out of breath. "Hurry!"
"Alright!" Paige closed her eyes, then a minute later widened them in shock. "The bay," she croaked. "He's drowning in the Bay!"
"What?"
"San Francisco Bay! Wyatt must have orbed him off the bridge!"
"We've got to save him!"
Paige, once again, orbed Phoebe to the top of the bridge. It was night, and the wind whipped their hair and stung their cheeks and eyes. They looked down to the stormy shores and saw nothing.
"We'll never find him!" Paige wailed, watching the water thrash restlessly down below them.
"Yes we will, just...Try orbing him here," Phoebe suggested.
"I can't see him, how can I orb him here?"
"Try!"
Paige closed her eyes in concentration.
"Try orbing him to the manor," Phoebe said.
Paige nodded, imagining Chris' body orbing out of the water and onto the manor couch in the sitting room. The image became clearer and clearer, more precise with every second...until there was no body to focus on. The image broke about five or so minutes later.
"I did it," she marveled, amazed. "I think I just orbed him there."
"Great, Paige!" Phoebe congratulated her sister. "Orb, now!!"
"Right."
They arrived at the manor to see Chris soaking wet and drenched to the bone on the couch, gasping through labored breaths and shaking profusely.
"Chris, are you alright?" asked Phoebe worriedly. The two sisters rushed to his side.
"Mum and dad..." he whispered shakily.
"They're fine. Paige is going to get them. They're only asleep, don't worry..."
Phoebe told Chris not to worry, but at the same time she was the one that feared for his well-being. He was pale, shaking, still gasping. How long had he been under? Ten minutes? Long enough to die, she thought.
But Chris had been a swimmer, right? She supposed that that wouldn't help when he was bound by his feet and hands. She realized that he was bleeding at his ankles and wrists from his attempts to escape. Hopefully Piper and Leo would wake up soon...
They weren't in luck. The pair of them were fast asleep, and it didn't look like they'd be conscious anytime soon.
"Chris, are you alright?"
He didn't respond. He had stopped gasping, but now his breathing was barely above a whisper. Phoebe bandaged his wounds to try to stop the bleeding, but it wasn't too effective.
"Chris, can you hear me?"
"Yeah," he managed to whisper with a half-smile to reassure her. "Peachy."
Phoebe would've laughed at the sarcasm she found so alike to Piper's, but didn't find that it was the right time to be cheery.
"Where's...Wyatt...?" he asked weakly.
"Gone, back to the future. He must think you're dead."
Chris shook his head. He knew better. Wyatt knew that Chris could survive for long periods of time underwater. There was no way that Wyatt would count on him dying.
"Bianca...?"
Phoebe sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she tell him? He was so unstable...Looking at his paled, gaunt face, she decided not to tell him unless he asked again.
"Phoebe..."
"She—she's dead, Chris, I'm sorry."
Chris merely nodded his head, too weak to feel anymore pain. It was a numb thought in his mind: the baby was dead. He wouldn't have a daughter.
"The baby's alive...just not here. Yet."
Phoebe read the note aloud to him, which she found had been clenched in her fist throughout the entire face-off with Wyatt. She smoothed it out on the table, and looked up at the ceiling. Would Chris make it? Would the baby be an orphan?
Chris took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. "Just tired," he assured Phoebe, nodding off.
Phoebe wasn't sure how long he'd last.
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MWHAHAHA!! Lol. It's officially midnight. I'll be sooo grounded if my parents find out that I'm on the comp!! NO TELLING, PEOPLE!! Lol. R&R, plz! I'll be asleep if ya need me...