Disclaimer: None of the people mentioned in the story below are mine, unless I introduce Angel or Daja.
Justin: guess whose back, back, back? Back again...
Key of Darkness: AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! NOT ANOTHER EMINEM SONG!!!! Not that I don't like it, it's a really good song. I just don't like YOU singing it!!!
Justin: cowers Help! I think she's gone mad!
Key of Darkness: eye brow raised I'm not mad, I'm just annoyed. It's Shaedow Cat that's mad. And yes Kina24, she does belong in a padded room.
Justin: get on with the story! Hang on... have you finished Key of Life yet?
Key of Darkness: ummm...
Justin: K.D.! You have half an hour to do it! You've left it for months! This story however you have only left for about a week! Go!
Key of Darkness: opens file named 'Key of Life' I shall be back...
Half and hour later...
Key of Darkness: I'm back. pants
Justin: Now get started on this one!
Key of Darkness: Yes almighty one. bows Another note, this story is slightly AU. I have also made a mistake with Chris and Wyatt's ages. Sheadow Cat pointed out that Wyatt is a year and nine moths older that Chris. Also, I'm not sure whether to send Chris into the future and wether to turn Wyatt evil or not. Any suggestions????
Chris walked slowly towards home. He didn't want to leave school today, which was highly unusual for him. He hated school, and almost every one knew it. He still got good grades, but he just didn't like being stuck in a small room all day, boring facts and notes being drummed into his head.
But today was different. He'd had a fight with his dad and Wyatt. Not the usually spat that they had, but a big one. I funny thing was, he had no idea what it was about.
He stopped in front of the gate and looked up at his window. He frowned as he saw something moving inside. "Wyatt..." he hissed as he bolted inside and up the stairs. He flung open the door and was thrown backwards as his room turned into a giant fire ball.
His body keep rolling until it reached the top of the stairs, where it stopped, balanced on the edge. Chris moaned and tried to move, but couldn't. He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall from his room and he tried to open his eyes to see who it was.
Before he could, a kick slammed into his stomach, sending him toppling down to the bottom of the stairs. The pain was blinding, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, all he could do was whimper.
He tried to call his dad through their mind link, but couldn't. He was done for. He could hear the beast coming down the stairs towards him. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
I beast stopped in front of him. It leaned down and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him to his feet. "In this time,
In this hour,
I will take,
This witches..."
"AAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" Chris fell to the floor and past out.
"Chris! Chris! Come on buddy don't die on me... Please be okay... please..." the voice was vague, quiet, bordering on indistinct. "Please don't die..." I voice faded and all was dark again.
"Chris? Chris, breakfast! I made bacon and eggs! It's your favourite buddy! Come on! Wake up!" he heard the person sigh. "It won't work dad. Every thing I try doesn't work. He won't wake up... he won't wake up..."
"He'll wake up, just give him time."
"You didn't see him dad! When I first got there, I thought he was dead there was so much blood! That thing was killing him! It was killing him... God... the blood..."
"Out dammed spot?" Chris asked weakly as he struggled to open his eyes.
"Chris! Thank god!" Wyatt's face swam into view as he opened his eyes. He was lying on Wyatt's bed, wrapped up in blankets. Wyatt ran his hand through his little brothers hair, comforting and reassuring him.
"You look like hell Wy..." he said quietly as he looks at his brother.
"Same to you." Wyatt was covered in cuts that looked as if Leo was in the middle of healing. "By the way, sorry for this morning." He paused, an evil grin playing on his lips, "You won't have clean up you room, in fact, you don't even have a room any more..."
Yeah, those were the good times. We would argue and make up by the end of the day. But that was then, this is now, and now, I don't have the opportunity on means to make up with him. DAM THIS!!! I hate being dead! I wasn't able to do what I set out to, and now I won't be able to finish what I started. AARRRRRGGGGGGG!!!
Chris and Wyatt sat on the couch, waiting for Leo to come home. Wyatt was reading a book and Chris was lost in thought.
Suddenly, he spoke. "I had a dream last night Wy." He said quietly. "I dreamt mum was still alive, and we were still living at the manor." Wyatt looked up at him and put down the book. He gazed at his brother for awhile.
"I often have that dream. Every thing is the way it's supposed to be." He got up and walked over to his bother, flopping down beside him. "But... It's a dream... one that never will come true." He sighed. "It's just the way it is."
"There's got to be a way to bring them back! There's got to be a way to change time and save them! There just has to!" Chris pulled his knees up to his chest and put his head on them. Wy's face softened and he wrapped an arm around his brother.
"Their gone Chris... Their gone..."
"You were the one that told me to never give you, God damn you! You told me that there was always another way for everything! And now you go and say it's hope less!"
"Chris..."
"No! Don't say anything! Not a word! I don't want to hear it! Not now, not never! Some brother you are."
"Chris!" Wyatt called after his brother as he ran down the hall. He got up and was greeted by the sound of the front door slamming. He walked quickly over to the window and looked out. Chris was gone.
"Damn it Chris. Why do you always run?" he sighed and dropped back down on the couch. "Damn it."
I gotta pull myself together. Wy was right when he said there was always another way for everything. And he was wrong when he said they were gone and that nothing could change it.
"Chris!"
There's Angel. Probably wondering if I've gone and tried to commit suicide again. But I won't. I've got too much to do, too much to live for now. I've got to protect Mum and the others. It's really odd seeing dad and Wy as they used to be. Dad doesn't remember me, and it hurts.
"Chris! You've got to go back now. They'll be wondering where you are. Leo will be even more unbearable!"
She's a good kid Angel. The youngest elder ever and she's got some extraordinary powers. She agreed to help me adapt to being in my own past. She taught me how to mask my true identity and stuff. Yeah, she's a good kid.
"CHRIS!!!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"CHRIS! You'll be late! Hurry up!"
"Settle Wy! I'm coming! Just give me a minute!" Chris grabbed his bag and looked around his room for the last time. They were moving again. Leo had found a very unhappy ghost in the attic that refused to budge. It also happened to be homicidal.
Chris walked out the door then stopped, turning to look back into his room, letting his hand rest on the door frame. The door slammed shut on his fingers.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" He screamed.
Suddenly the door was thrown back into the room, torn from its hinges. Chris slid to the ground, panting.
"CHRIS!!!" Wyatt ran up the stairs and over to his brother. He wrapped his arms around him then looked at his hand. "My god! That gotta hurt."
Gently, he covered his brother's hand with his own. A golden glow appeared round it and the tears stopped falling from Chris's eyes.
"It's okay. Come on, lets get out of here." Just as Wyatt helped Chris to his feet, Leo orb beside them.
"What happened?" noticing the door that now lay beside the window.
"Lets just get out of here dad." Chris said and he turned and walked down stairs.
Not the best of partings, but at least we got out of that house alive. I didn't realize it was me that had thrown the door off it'd hinges until a little while later, when it happened again...
The demon was right behind him. He ran down the stairs to the basement, hoping to lure it down there, lock the door and then orb the hell out of there.
"Come on you big hulk of stinking flesh!!! Come and get me!" It followed him into the dark room, right into the trap.
He dodged round it and slammed the self locking door. Then he orbed...Or tried to.
"Shit! What the hell?"
"Cants orbses near mes, cants you?" it hissed at him.
"Oh god! HELP!!! DAD!!! WY!!!" he knew it was useless though. If no one could orb in or out of the room near it, he was trapped.
Suddenly the door swung open. He ran out then slammed it shut.
"Dad! Need a hand here!"
When I figured out that I could make things move with a simple movement of my hand, I was over the moon. It opened up a whole new world. And gave me a hell of a lot more trouble too...
Chris walked into the house, slamming the door with with a wave of his hand
"CHRIST CHRIS! I don't care how bad a day you've had, don't take it out on the front door!" Wy yelled at him from the kitchen.
Chris's bag flew at him. He ducked and managed to catch it before it landed in the soup he was making.
"CHRIS! THAT WAS TO CLOSE!"
"I DON"T CARE!"
A note flew out of the bag and landed on the table. Wyatt dropped his brother's bag and picked it up, reading it through.
"Not again..." he sighed. He walked up to Chris's room and opened the door slightly. "I assume that was you mind that threw your Maths B book out the window, again."
"Yeah. It hit the old cows head too."
Wyatt walked into the room and sat down on the bed next to Chris. "By the 'old cow' I presume you mean your English teacher..."
"Mrs. Bell." He nodded smiling slightly.
"Good aim. That's almost worth getting three weeks worth of detentions, unlike the last time."
"I told you that was an accident."
"Yeah right, you were laughing! I saw you!"
"I stopped when Westie walked in though."
"You didn't stop quick enough. He still busted you."
"God i hate him..."
"Ditto on that little bro'."
The good days, the good days.
Key of Darkness: reviews are always welcome guys and girls.
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