Chapter Five – The Woes of Wyatt Halliwell
"CHRIS?" Wyatt yelled running into the kitchen. "CHRIS?" Wyatt's stomach dropped when he saw the pizza on the floor. "Oh god." He said, he remembered his whitelighter powers, Sensing, he closed his eyes and tried to find his little brother. Laundry Room.
Wyatt opened his eyes. He slowly walked into the laundry room which was right next to the kitchen.
Wyatt walked into the laundry room, and saw Chris.
Leo followed closely behind. Chris was holding a white blanket. Piper
had made.
"Chris?" Wyatt said very softly, "Little buddy?"
Chris sniffled.
Wyatt was afraid to touch Chris, he didn't
want him sobbing again.
"Chris?" Leo finally said. Chris
finally looked up. He looked terrible. Chris had large black circles
under his eyes, and his eyes were blood shot, obliviously from
crying. Paige walked into the kitchen wondering who was yelling from
earlier. She saw Wyatt and Leo standing by the laundry room.
"Mom
made this for me." Chris slowly said, "she made it for me so when
we would reed-d-read," He tried to hold the tears back, "That
when we would read, that we would have something to cuddle in."
Paige stood off to the side, listening. Tears coming to her eyes.
Wyatt took one step towards Chris.
"Stay away from me."
Chris shot at Wyatt.
Wyatt froze.
"You too." He shot at
Leo.
"Why didn't you orb back and save mom?" Chris said to
Wyatt
"I couldn't." Wyatt said
"Why?" Chris said
Their was a very uneasy
silence.
"WHY?" Chris yelled
"I didn't know
where she was." Wyatt responded with a tears in his eyes now, "I
can't sense you guys if your in the under world."
Chris
looked at Wyatt with anger and sadness in his eyes.
Wyatt took more step to
his brother.
"Stay away!" Chris sneered.
Wyatt took one
more step. Chris got angry and used his telekinesis and threw Wyatt
into the wall.
Leo was shocked at what he just did. So was Wyatt.
The first time was a mistake in Chris' and Wyatt' room, but this
was deliberate. This was on purpose. Of coarse they would get into
fights, but never use their powers on each other. Paige placed her
hand on Leo's hand.
"Let me, please." She said
Paige
walked into view. Chris was kinda shocked to see her there.
"Sweetie?" She said to Chris. It was a downright dreadful
scene, one of the saddest in her life. Almost as bad as the haunting
memory of her parents in the burning car, her nephew standing in the
darkness, crying. He looked terrible. He obviously hadn't change
clothes since the funeral they were dirty and stank. But she ignored
that.
Chris just looked his aunt.
"Chris, do you have anything against me?" She said
Chris slowly replied. "N-No."
"Will you come with
me?" Paige asked putting her hand out
"Where?"
Wyatt and
Leo were both confused at what she was doing.
"Come have some
cookies with me in my room." Paige said in the sweetest voice she
could.
Chris just starred at
her hand. And completely broke down.
Chris' was about to fall
to the ground, but Paige held him up, embraced him. Chris sobbed into
her shoulder, she didn't mind it. She rubbed the his back trying to
comfort him, she was dragged down by Chris' weight. She placed her
hand on his hand. Chris' hair was very oily and dirty.
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The Seer stood in the chamber with the Source, as he sat in his Gold and Red velvet chair. Her eyes fogged, she smiled. Her eyes unfogged
"If we're going to do this, we have to do it now." The Seer said
Thor smiled, his eyes flamed, "perfect." He closed his eyes and astral echoed to Chris Halliwell.
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Paige sat at the
kitchen table, with Wyatt. It was 3 am.
"You okay?" Paige
asked
"Wha-Yeah, I am
fine." Wyatt said trying to give his aunt a convincing look.
"I
know you're worried about him. We all are, but he has to get
through this on his own." Paige said, "Listen to me." She said
right before Wyatt was going to say something, "Chris and Piper
were like best friends, not that I am saying you and your mom
weren't, cause she loved both of you. But you went out with your
friends and stuff Chris and Piper did everything, Cooking,
Shopping…"
"Vanquishing." Wyatt said with a sad look in
his eyes.
"Yes." Paige replied placing her hand on Wyatt's.
"But now she's gone. And Chris doesn't have anything to escape
to really. Phoebe has Melinda, I have the Magic School, You have
work, football, and friends, and he…he has only his imagination to
escape and even that is hurting him."
"Chris has friends!"
Wyatt said very hardly.
"I know he has friends, but you have
countless, I mean look at your cell phone how many numbers do you
have in their? Now look at Chris'" Paige said, "Chris' Cell
Phone." A silver cellular phone orbed into her hand. "How many
numbers does Chris have in their?"
Wyatt flipped open the phone
and looked. Phoebe, Paige, Mom, Wyatt, Wyatt's Work, P3. No More?
"There is no one else in this phone but us." Wyatt said
looking up
Paige had a tear going down her cheek, "No one ever
told you this. But.."
"But what?"
"Ever since you
were 5 and Chris was 3, he has been very jealous of you having more
power and more glory then him. And he spent every available moment he
could vanquishing demons, learning spells, making potions, that his
life was school and witchcraft. He wants to be you and for that he
gave up everything he could so that he could be as strong as you, be
as or more powerful then you."
"But why?" Wyatt replied
slowly
"Because I just told you, he envy's you, a lot! He wants to have more then 3 powers, I mean when you were younger you got a new power almost every 3 months, and now that your older your powers are advancing daily." Paige stopped.
She saw her nephew sitting like Chris sat at Piper's funeral. Head bowed and hands in his lap.
Wyatt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Chris, jealous of him? Because of his powers? Friends? Being Popular. No it couldn't be that, that's not true it can't be, he refused to believe it.
"Wyatt." Paige
said.
Wyatt looked up, tears had been falling down his face, but
he never noticed.
"Oh honey." Paige said as she embraced her
nephew. Wyatt didn't cry, but just hugged his aunt and sniffled.
Paige had now seen both of her nephews brake down in one night, she
hadn't seen this since the funeral. She kind of felt like a mother
for a moment, but quickly dismissed the thought.
"Don't."
Wyatt said letting go of the hug and sitting back up right in his
chair.
"Don't what?" Paige asked
"We need a mother
right now. And you and Aunt Phoebe are the closest ones to being
that. Don't give up on us, please."
"I wouldn't Dream of
it."
Leo stood by his sons bed. Chris was sleeping, again. Chris was slowly getting a grip back on reality, but it would be a long time before he would probably see Chris laugh or smile again. He couldn't stand this, he needed to leave. What? Why did he just think that? He needs to be their for his sons, he has to. But he has to attend his job he has to. Being an Elder is more important than fatherhood.
He couldn't fight that one off. But he had two sons, he couldn't leave them. Maybe for a little while, Wyatt seemed like he had things under control. He heard someone coming up the stairs. If was going to leave it had to be now, he took a picture of Chris and Wyatt that was sitting on the floor. It was last Halloween, Wyatt was Britney Spears and Chris was Christina Aguilera, they both won most comedic costumes at their high school. It was very funny. As he orbed out he gave a tear. Wyatt got a bad sensation on landing.
He swore he just felt his
father's presence their.
"Dad?" Wyatt said looking around,
he followed the presence into his and Chris' room. He looked
around.
"Oh god." Wyatt said, "No…" Wyatt said, he
began to sob, he looked at his brother. He was laying on his bed,
peacefully. He looked almost gentle, breathing in and out he wanted
to hug his brother. What? He wasn't a fucking sissy, hugging his
brother because he was crying? He needed to shape up, be stronger. If
his fucking lame excuse for a father didn't want to be their when
he and his brother needed him most fine. He can survive on his own.
Leo really wasn't their in the past anyway. He felt angry, very
angry. He left his room, and stood by the landing of the stairs.
Grabbing the railing on the stairs, trying to surpress his anger, he trying to think of the good and his brother, and all the good times they've had together. Tears filled his eyes, but not out of sadness for his mother, but for his brother and for him having to be the main influence now for Chris. Making sure that he grows up, and Melinda. What male influence will she have? Her father left Phoebe while she was still pregnant because he found out the infamous Halliwell secret.
Before Wyatt knew it,
He was on the ground, sobbing like a baby, he didn't notice that
Phoebe had opened her door.
"Wyatt?" She said coming over and
kneeling on the ground. "Whats wrong.?"
"Dad." He
mumbled, "He's gone."
"He probably just went to check
on-"
"No he's gone and he's never coming back."
Phoebe
froze, Leo leaving his sons, she would never hear of it. But the pain
and anger she saw in Wyatt's eyes proved to her that her nephew
wasn't lying.
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The Witch opened his
eyes, it was still night. He looked at the melted candles and
groaned. 3 am. As he looked at the clock, he had a throbbing
headache, must have been a back fire from the spell. The spell! The
witch shot right up and looked at the candles, they all melted right
in the spot where they sat. The photo of the young boy was trapped in
the center of the wax, it seemed unharmed, but the edges of the photo
seemed to fade out.
"What the?" The Witch said
"Foolish you think magic could help him." Said a voice
"What?" The Witch said looking up.
In a circle of light blue lights that surrounded him from night before appeared an elderly witch in swirling white lights. She looked down at the witch with a frown.
"Excuse me, who are you?" The Witch asked
"The one who saved your life, James." Said the Elderly witch.
"How do you know my
name?" James asked
"I know many things about you." The
Elderly witch said.
James then noticed a sliver necklace with
a triquetra on it. He was puzzled at what he saw.
"Isn't
this?"
"The symbol of the Charmed Ones. The Power of Three."
The Elderly Witch said.
"Who are you?" James said standing
up
"My name is Penny Halliwell, James Matthews."
