"Frozen In Time"
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Nine: Keeping it Under Wraps
After the first demon vanquish, the three Wyatt children headed out towards school. Pru was overwhelmed by her power, its randomness, its exhilaration, its truth. Greg was also overwhelmed, he could do so much in battle with his power, freezing enemies and other things. Sander was amazed at the strength of his power.
The three teens drove across town to the high school, where they were thrown into their separate lives. Pru with her cheerleading buddies, Greg with the lacrosse team and Sander with his group of friends, who were of different types. Sander longed to tell his best friend, Carly about his magic, for she was a Wiccan practitioner, but he didn't.
Sander and Carly were walking to French class when Sander noticed a younger freshmen getting picked on by the jocks from the football team.
"Geek!" yelled one of the players, and the young kid just whimpered, fear etched in his face and eyes. This very fear sparked something inside of Sander, in an instant, without thinking what he was doing, he squinted. The older boy was thrown to the right and into a wall of lockers with a loud, almost sickening thud.
Sander was scared himself, this was the first time he ever lost control of his magic, and he was silently hoping no one would connect him to it.
"Sander, that was so weird, don't you think? Like how many people fly into walls out of no where. I don't think no one is going to be picking on that freshmen anymore." said Carly as they entered their French class.
"Yeah." said Sander, feeling guilty for his actions. The bell rang, and the teacher entered the class room. He was about six-foot-five, green eyes, and brown hair.
"Bonjour class!" smiled the teacher, as he wrote something on the board.
"Bonjour Monsieur Wright." bellowed the class in response.
The class went by so quickly for Sander, he was an ace at French, but he really wanted to talk to either his sister or his brother.
"Sander, if you wouldn't mind, can I have a word with you?" asked Mr. Wright, as everyone was exiting the room.
"Go ahead Carly, I'll meet you in Chemistry." smiled Sander as he turned around to face his teacher.
"Sander, I noticed today, you were kind of out of it. I asked you to conjugate 'avoir' and you conjugated 'etre'."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Its just a lot has been going on." said Sander.
"Sander, if you ever need anyone to talk to, you know I am always here." smiled Mr. Wright. Sander smiled back and nodded. He just then saw his brother in the hallway.
"I got to go or I'll be late." said Sander, as he rushed out of the room, and ran after Greg.
The only classes that Greg and Sander had together was Chemistry. Sander entered Chemistry and saw Carly in one corner with her and his friends, and his brother and his jock buddies on the other side of the room.
"Yea, he flew into the locker like someone pushed him into it, but no one touched him." said one of the jocks talking about the morning events.
Greg put two and two together and approached Sander. "I think me and you need to have a chat." said Greg, just as their Chem teacher closed the door. "Yeah." said Sander as he took his seat behind Greg. Greg raised his hand, as if he had a question, but his wrist flicked and the room froze in place.
Greg turned around and looked at his brother, "You used your powers on Matt Daniels. He is not only the quarterback for football, but he is the goalie for the lacrosse team. He has a broken ankle, and we have a championship game in two weeks. Thanks very much, and wait until mom hears about it." Greg's voice was laced with anger, as he turned around and unfroze the room.
Sander just looked at his brother's head and shot daggers into it with his eyes. Greg could feel it the whole time.
At three thirty, Sander rolled into the driveway. He climbed out of his car, and walked up the lawn to the front door.
"Mom! I'm home!" screamed Sander as he entered the foyer.
"In the kitchen!" came Piper's voice.
Sander walked into the kitchen to see his mother cooking an elaborate meal. "Mom, that looks delicious." smiled Sander as he licked his lips and stared at the food.
"Don't even think about it." said Piper with a mock glare.
"Why are you cooking so much?" asked Sander as he opened the fridge and took out a Snapple.
"I don't need a reason to cook." said Piper, as she added vodka to the marinara sauce.
"Mom, something happened today." said Sander as he took a seat at the table.
"Like what?"
"I lost control. I don't know this freshmen was getting beat up by some lacrosse player, and it sparked something and he flew into the wall, and Greg said he broke his ankle."
Piper dropped the pan with the roast in it, but luckily she froze it in time.
"Sander, this is very serious. You understand that right?" said Piper as she collected the roast out of the air.
"I know that Mom. Maybe dad can heal him, just without him knowing?" suggested Sander, as Pru walked into the kitchen.
"Oh look who it is. Don't break Mom's ankle now." smirked Pru as she grabbed a Snapple from inside the fridge.
"Shut up and how do you even know about that?" snapped Sander angrily.
"Greg told me. No one is happy. You are just lucky no one knows its you."
"Look I didn't even know I did it! Everyone just jumps to conclusions about everything." said Sander.
"You had to know you used your telekinesis." said Pru as she took a drink.
"And how would you know?"
"I just do."
"Okay, you two calm down now." said Piper, "I don't need you two fighting because your dad wont be home for another day or so. Some big charge problem."
"Sorry Mom, but since everyone wants to believe what happened over what I have to say I cant be here right now." said Sander as he grabbed his keys and went out the back door.
"Look he's going through a hard time right now." said Piper as she continued cooking.
"Maybe did you ever think that maybe he needs someone to talk to Pru? I always had my sisters, who I talked to all the time and they talked to me. You and Greg talk a lot and you both have the same friends and stuff. Sander isn't in your clique, and you two make that well known." said Piper.
"Well it's not my problem." said Pru as she walked upstairs.
"It never is." said Piper under her breath.
It was about six o'clock and Piper just finished putting diner on the table, when Greg entered the kitchen with Pru, both in deep conversation about Matt's injuries.
"Where's what's his name?" asked Greg angrily.
"He'll be home soon. And his name is Sander." said Piper with an attitude.
"Mom, how can you defend him after what he did! He used magic on a mortal!" said Pru.
"Because at certain times in your lives you will too. Like Greg you will most likely freeze someone, and you might use your power to see prospective husbands."
They just ignored her, and that's when Sander entered the kitchen.
"Hi Mom." he said as he took his seat at the table.
"Hi sweetheart. Where were you anyways?"
"I was at school, thinking and just talking with someone."
"Oh who?" said Piper as she started to cut her piece of meat.
"My French teacher."
"That's cool. And how was your days children?"
"Good, with that one little exception." said Greg.
"Same as Greg's." said Pru, as she took a swig of Sprite.
"Look, I apologized. Is it that big a deal? I slipped, and I'm sorry." said Sander as he furiously poured some Sprite into his cup.
Pru and Greg just ignored him. And he snapped again.
"That's it. High School hasn't been fucking easy for me like has been for you two! You two are so fucking popular and shit, and to be honest you two are so superficial its ridiculous. I'm tired of being your shadows. Fuck, You really wanna know why I sent him flying into the locker?! Because something like that happened to me when I was a freshmen! But no one would know that because everyone is caught up in their own damn lives to care about me! You are lucky I didn't send him through the fucking window!!" yelled Sander as he got up and went upstairs to the bathroom.
Piper, Greg and Pru just heard the door slam.
"Let me go talk to him. Clean this up when you're done." said Piper as she too left.
Piper walked upstairs and opened the bathroom door to see her youngest son sitting on the floor, with a razor in his hand, and his left sleeve rolled up.
"Sander!" yelled Piper as she ran over to him and grabbed the razor and placed a towel over the cut.
He sat there fixed looking at the wall. His blue eyes were cold, emotionless. His blue shirt had tear stains on it, and blood was on his jeans.
"Sander, honey look at me!" she said as she applied pressure to his wound.
He snapped out of his daze and looked at his mom, "Mommy –?"
"Sweetie, don't do this! This is a very bad habit. Why?"
"Mom, it hurts."
"I know, you cut yourself of course it hurts."
"Not that, I'm numb to that. Everything hurts. These feelings, my head."
"Sweetie. Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight." she said as she helped him up. There in the doorway was both Greg and Pru, who had no idea their brother has been cutting himself.
"Mom, why is he doing that?" asked Greg as his mom exited her room and closed the door after situating Sander.
"He's doing it because of emotional stress. Talk to him not me." she said, "But in the morning because he's sleeping."
I hope you like! I know its depressing. Next chapter, a new evil and why Sander is doing this. Read and Review!!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Nine: Keeping it Under Wraps
After the first demon vanquish, the three Wyatt children headed out towards school. Pru was overwhelmed by her power, its randomness, its exhilaration, its truth. Greg was also overwhelmed, he could do so much in battle with his power, freezing enemies and other things. Sander was amazed at the strength of his power.
The three teens drove across town to the high school, where they were thrown into their separate lives. Pru with her cheerleading buddies, Greg with the lacrosse team and Sander with his group of friends, who were of different types. Sander longed to tell his best friend, Carly about his magic, for she was a Wiccan practitioner, but he didn't.
Sander and Carly were walking to French class when Sander noticed a younger freshmen getting picked on by the jocks from the football team.
"Geek!" yelled one of the players, and the young kid just whimpered, fear etched in his face and eyes. This very fear sparked something inside of Sander, in an instant, without thinking what he was doing, he squinted. The older boy was thrown to the right and into a wall of lockers with a loud, almost sickening thud.
Sander was scared himself, this was the first time he ever lost control of his magic, and he was silently hoping no one would connect him to it.
"Sander, that was so weird, don't you think? Like how many people fly into walls out of no where. I don't think no one is going to be picking on that freshmen anymore." said Carly as they entered their French class.
"Yeah." said Sander, feeling guilty for his actions. The bell rang, and the teacher entered the class room. He was about six-foot-five, green eyes, and brown hair.
"Bonjour class!" smiled the teacher, as he wrote something on the board.
"Bonjour Monsieur Wright." bellowed the class in response.
The class went by so quickly for Sander, he was an ace at French, but he really wanted to talk to either his sister or his brother.
"Sander, if you wouldn't mind, can I have a word with you?" asked Mr. Wright, as everyone was exiting the room.
"Go ahead Carly, I'll meet you in Chemistry." smiled Sander as he turned around to face his teacher.
"Sander, I noticed today, you were kind of out of it. I asked you to conjugate 'avoir' and you conjugated 'etre'."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Its just a lot has been going on." said Sander.
"Sander, if you ever need anyone to talk to, you know I am always here." smiled Mr. Wright. Sander smiled back and nodded. He just then saw his brother in the hallway.
"I got to go or I'll be late." said Sander, as he rushed out of the room, and ran after Greg.
The only classes that Greg and Sander had together was Chemistry. Sander entered Chemistry and saw Carly in one corner with her and his friends, and his brother and his jock buddies on the other side of the room.
"Yea, he flew into the locker like someone pushed him into it, but no one touched him." said one of the jocks talking about the morning events.
Greg put two and two together and approached Sander. "I think me and you need to have a chat." said Greg, just as their Chem teacher closed the door. "Yeah." said Sander as he took his seat behind Greg. Greg raised his hand, as if he had a question, but his wrist flicked and the room froze in place.
Greg turned around and looked at his brother, "You used your powers on Matt Daniels. He is not only the quarterback for football, but he is the goalie for the lacrosse team. He has a broken ankle, and we have a championship game in two weeks. Thanks very much, and wait until mom hears about it." Greg's voice was laced with anger, as he turned around and unfroze the room.
Sander just looked at his brother's head and shot daggers into it with his eyes. Greg could feel it the whole time.
At three thirty, Sander rolled into the driveway. He climbed out of his car, and walked up the lawn to the front door.
"Mom! I'm home!" screamed Sander as he entered the foyer.
"In the kitchen!" came Piper's voice.
Sander walked into the kitchen to see his mother cooking an elaborate meal. "Mom, that looks delicious." smiled Sander as he licked his lips and stared at the food.
"Don't even think about it." said Piper with a mock glare.
"Why are you cooking so much?" asked Sander as he opened the fridge and took out a Snapple.
"I don't need a reason to cook." said Piper, as she added vodka to the marinara sauce.
"Mom, something happened today." said Sander as he took a seat at the table.
"Like what?"
"I lost control. I don't know this freshmen was getting beat up by some lacrosse player, and it sparked something and he flew into the wall, and Greg said he broke his ankle."
Piper dropped the pan with the roast in it, but luckily she froze it in time.
"Sander, this is very serious. You understand that right?" said Piper as she collected the roast out of the air.
"I know that Mom. Maybe dad can heal him, just without him knowing?" suggested Sander, as Pru walked into the kitchen.
"Oh look who it is. Don't break Mom's ankle now." smirked Pru as she grabbed a Snapple from inside the fridge.
"Shut up and how do you even know about that?" snapped Sander angrily.
"Greg told me. No one is happy. You are just lucky no one knows its you."
"Look I didn't even know I did it! Everyone just jumps to conclusions about everything." said Sander.
"You had to know you used your telekinesis." said Pru as she took a drink.
"And how would you know?"
"I just do."
"Okay, you two calm down now." said Piper, "I don't need you two fighting because your dad wont be home for another day or so. Some big charge problem."
"Sorry Mom, but since everyone wants to believe what happened over what I have to say I cant be here right now." said Sander as he grabbed his keys and went out the back door.
"Look he's going through a hard time right now." said Piper as she continued cooking.
"Maybe did you ever think that maybe he needs someone to talk to Pru? I always had my sisters, who I talked to all the time and they talked to me. You and Greg talk a lot and you both have the same friends and stuff. Sander isn't in your clique, and you two make that well known." said Piper.
"Well it's not my problem." said Pru as she walked upstairs.
"It never is." said Piper under her breath.
It was about six o'clock and Piper just finished putting diner on the table, when Greg entered the kitchen with Pru, both in deep conversation about Matt's injuries.
"Where's what's his name?" asked Greg angrily.
"He'll be home soon. And his name is Sander." said Piper with an attitude.
"Mom, how can you defend him after what he did! He used magic on a mortal!" said Pru.
"Because at certain times in your lives you will too. Like Greg you will most likely freeze someone, and you might use your power to see prospective husbands."
They just ignored her, and that's when Sander entered the kitchen.
"Hi Mom." he said as he took his seat at the table.
"Hi sweetheart. Where were you anyways?"
"I was at school, thinking and just talking with someone."
"Oh who?" said Piper as she started to cut her piece of meat.
"My French teacher."
"That's cool. And how was your days children?"
"Good, with that one little exception." said Greg.
"Same as Greg's." said Pru, as she took a swig of Sprite.
"Look, I apologized. Is it that big a deal? I slipped, and I'm sorry." said Sander as he furiously poured some Sprite into his cup.
Pru and Greg just ignored him. And he snapped again.
"That's it. High School hasn't been fucking easy for me like has been for you two! You two are so fucking popular and shit, and to be honest you two are so superficial its ridiculous. I'm tired of being your shadows. Fuck, You really wanna know why I sent him flying into the locker?! Because something like that happened to me when I was a freshmen! But no one would know that because everyone is caught up in their own damn lives to care about me! You are lucky I didn't send him through the fucking window!!" yelled Sander as he got up and went upstairs to the bathroom.
Piper, Greg and Pru just heard the door slam.
"Let me go talk to him. Clean this up when you're done." said Piper as she too left.
Piper walked upstairs and opened the bathroom door to see her youngest son sitting on the floor, with a razor in his hand, and his left sleeve rolled up.
"Sander!" yelled Piper as she ran over to him and grabbed the razor and placed a towel over the cut.
He sat there fixed looking at the wall. His blue eyes were cold, emotionless. His blue shirt had tear stains on it, and blood was on his jeans.
"Sander, honey look at me!" she said as she applied pressure to his wound.
He snapped out of his daze and looked at his mom, "Mommy –?"
"Sweetie, don't do this! This is a very bad habit. Why?"
"Mom, it hurts."
"I know, you cut yourself of course it hurts."
"Not that, I'm numb to that. Everything hurts. These feelings, my head."
"Sweetie. Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight." she said as she helped him up. There in the doorway was both Greg and Pru, who had no idea their brother has been cutting himself.
"Mom, why is he doing that?" asked Greg as his mom exited her room and closed the door after situating Sander.
"He's doing it because of emotional stress. Talk to him not me." she said, "But in the morning because he's sleeping."
I hope you like! I know its depressing. Next chapter, a new evil and why Sander is doing this. Read and Review!!! Thanks!