Sparkling Cherries and audreythewondercat thanks for your reviews for the first chapter and thanks Nathy1000000 for your review on the second chapter. I'm so happy that you all like my fan fic!! I'm trying to update as regularly as I can and here's the third chapter. Please keep reviewing.

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Chapter 3: The Trap

Chris orbed into the apartment where he lived. It was a small, slightly drab set of rooms, even though Chris had tried to make it feel like home. 'Not that anything could feel like home' he thought to himself. But it was protected against Wyatt, magically concealed and that was something. He glanced at his answering machine; there was a flashing number one on it, showing that he had a message. He punched the play button and listened distractedly, his mind still on his conversation with Wyatt.

"Chris, can you come down to our secondary HQ as soon as possible" the message went. He recognised the voice, it belonged to Kelise, a member of the resistance group he was in. "We were attacked earlier; some demons found our primary HQ. We lost five members of our group. Hurry please."

Chris stood for a moment slightly shocked at this news, then he picked up a glass standing on the table beside him and threw it across the room, where it smashed against the wall. "Damn him" Chris shouted angrily. 'Did Wyatt know?' he wondered, 'was that why he came to talk to me? So I wouldn't be there to help?' Then Chris thought about what Kelise had said. Demons had found the primary HQ? It was protected the same way as his apartment was, by the same spell, as were where all the other resistance fighters in his group lived. Did that mean that Wyatt demons knew where they all were? Chris hoped not.

He walked across to a desk against the wall and pulled out an athame from a drawer. He put it in his pocket and orbed out to the group's secondary HQ.

He orbed into a large room filled with people and computers. There was a lot of activity going on. The computers were monitoring all demon activity in the area and there were humans checking the results. Chris looked round as someone called his name. He saw Kelise waving her hand at him from a small room off the side of the main area. He went over.

Inside the room were Kelise and the resistance group leader Marc. They were both looking tired and worried and Marc had one arm in a bandage. "Chris, I'm glad you're here" Marc said looking up from the reports on his desk.

"Kelise said that demons had found out primary HQ" Chris said, "what happened?"

Marc shook his head wearily and gestured to Kelise.

"We're not sure how it happened" Kelise answered, "but suddenly the alarms went off and there were demons in the main room. They'd manage to find us and kill our guards without any of our equipment seeing it. We did manage to kill the demons but we're worried that others might know where are primary HQ was so we've moved all operations here and we're hoping that they haven't found this one either."

Chris shook his head in disbelief. "Were they alone or were they sent?" he asked, not particularly wanting to know the answer.

"They were from Wyatt" replied Marc harshly, throwing a black armband with a triquatra on it onto the table.

Chris recognised the symbol of Wyatt's demons. He stared at it for a moment then abruptly turned and walked out of the room. He heard Marc and Kelise calling after him but he broke into a run, dodging other resistance fighters and ended up in an empty room, used for storing records. The windows were blocked by magic and he felt a sudden hatred of the world he lived in; a world where he had to hide behind magic from his older brother; a world where his friends were hunted down and killed by demons sent by Wyatt. Suddenly he felt suffocated, he couldn't take it any more, he had to get out of there, there were too many reminders of everything that had been lost.

He orbed out, but instead of going back to his apartment, he went to a park where his dad had taken him and Wyatt when they were little. Unsurprisingly, it was deserted. Parents didn't let their children play outside, not when there were demons and probes everywhere. And speaking of probes...

He looked up at a whirring noise and saw a probe flying low over the trees towards him. He gestured violently at it and sent it flying into a tree, where it fell to the ground, motionless. He thought nothing of this until he heard another probe flying his way. He disposed of this one in the same way but felt puzzled. One probe was normal, but two in the same place at almost the same time was unusual, even for San Francisco, the place where Wyatt was based.

He felt his anger stirring. Wyatt had sent them after him, he knew. Wyatt must have been monitoring him, must have broken through the magical concealment on him and the primary HQ. It was bad enough that Wyatt had sent demons after the resistance group that he was in but now he was sending probes after him. 'But why' wondered Chris, 'he must know that I can destroy the probes without any problem. So why?'

A loud explosion across the city brought Chris back to his senses. He looked up at the billowing smoke forming. 'What had Wyatt destroyed now?' he wondered bitterly. Almost detachedly, he felt anger building up inside of him again. Why did Wyatt have to destroy everything in his reach? Why did he have to destroy everything Chris cared about? Desperate to find something to let out his anger out Chris impulsively orbed over to Wyatt's penthouse. It was dangerous he knew but he was beyond caring. Somewhere, deep inside, he felt a small feeling trying to rationalise his emotions but it wasn't until he had arrived in Wyatt's penthouse that he realised Wyatt was trying to drive him into doing this. That Wyatt hadn't given up, that Chris couldn't have been able to orb into Wyatt's penthouse unless Wyatt had let him... and that Wyatt would be waiting for him.

Chris realised this too late. Almost before he had fully reformed he tried to orb out again but it was no use. He felt himself hit a magical shield and was forced to reform, landing painfully on the ground.

Wyatt was standing at the window, looking out over the city. He appeared to be paying no attention to Chris, but when Chris picked himself up of the ground, Wyatt slowly turned round.

"Welcome Chris"