yay! loadsa luvly reviews!! Thanx for reviewing and plz review again coz Im being so nice to you updating twice in two days!! (the other chapter was quite short but that's beside the point….)

(And yes it will be dangerous for Darryl, but Chris has nowhere else to go)

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Chapter 8: Nowhere Else

Darryl stood looking at the photo on the table. The photo of his family before they had been killed - killed by Wyatt's minions. He turned to look at the figure standing behind him.

"You expect me just to stay here and wait for you to capture Chris?" He asked Wyatt dully. Darryl felt a conflict of emotions when he looked at Wyatt. On one hand Wyatt had been responsible for the deaths of his wife and children but on the other…. Darryl had known Wyatt since he was born and had been like an uncle to him, even more so after the deaths of the sisters. However Darryl also cared about Chris and knew that if he could help Chris he would, no matter the consequences. Wyatt was evil now - not the same Wyatt he had known in the past, 'and besides' he thought 'it's not as if I have much to live for now.'

"No, not really I don't." replied Wyatt calmly, "not unless I force you to, which I will if you refuse to help me voluntarily."

"You can do what you like." said Darryl defiantly, "But I'll never help you to hurt Chris."

"Ah, but don't you see the beauty of this" asked Wyatt mockingly, "I don't need your help, not directly anyway. All I need to do is hold you here and Chris will come to me eventually."

"You don't know that." Darryl rejoined

"Yes, actually I do. You see, Chris is my brother and I know him better than anyone else. He has nowhere else to go and now that I have chased his resistance fighter friends out of the city he has no-one else to turn to."

"But Chris will know this" countered Darryl desperately, "he won't come, because he'll know that you'll be here."

"I doubt Chris will care about that." continued Wyatt confidently, "he'll probably be quite looking forward to a fight with me, after everything I've done. He'll come, don't you worry."

Darryl accepted Wyatt's words silently, but inside he was thinking furiously. 'Even though Wyatt probably won't kill Chris, I've got to do what I can to help him.' he thought making up his mind.

Darryl shifted position slightly and Wyatt looked up sharply. But before the realisation of Darryl's plan could hit Wyatt, Darryl had launched himself at Wyatt, their combined weight causing them to crash against the floor. Wyatt rolled over back on to his feet as he prepared to fight back…..

Chris, orbing to find Darryl, found himself in an empty room. He searched the room trying to find Darryl but as far as he could tell the apartment was empty. 'This is strange.' He thought puzzled, 'Darryl is here, I sensed him'.

Chris went to search the other rooms but in the next room the first thing he saw was Darryl stretched out unconscious across the floor. Chris gasped and ran to Darryl's side to see if he was alright. Darryl had a bloody face, but apart from that and being unconscious he didn't seem to be in any danger

"That was most regretful." A cold voice rang out form behind Chris. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to that but he brought it on himself."

"Wyatt." spat Chris, angrily

"The one and only." replied Wyatt mockingly, "I wondered how long I would have to wait. Thank you for not keeping me waiting."

Chris knew he should feel defeated but at the moment all he felt was anger. Anger at Wyatt for hurting Darryl and anger at himself for not realising that Wyatt would be waiting.

"You bastard." he spat out, lashing out his hand to cause Wyatt to telekinetically crash into the wall behind him.

He pulled back his arm ready for another swing but, from the floor, Wyatt swiftly made a fist with his hand cutting off Chris's air supply. Chris staggered and almost fell to his knees, his hand automatically rising to his throat.

Wyatt levitated himself to his feet and unclenched his fist but before Chris could do anything, Wyatt dived at him, grabbing him round the waist and orbing them both out.

They both crashed to the floor as they rematerialised in Wyatt's penthouse. They rolled apart and got to their feet facing each other.

"You still haven't won." yelled Chris, launching himself at Wyatt.

Wyatt levitated above Chris's charge and spun round so he was facing him again. "Well then, we'll just have to keep going until I do." he replied levelly.