(fyi this was a very hard chapter for me to write, Chris is my favorite character)
Chapter Six – The Angel of Death VS Wyatt Halliwell
The body of Chris Halliwell laid in the bar in P3. His arms and hands were covered with blood and a bottle of Jack Daniels laid broken in left hand, still gripped tight. Chris Halliwell had gotten drunk of Whiskey and slit his wrist with his brothers work knife.
Orbs filled the stairway of P3. A young man, with Blonde curly hair and blue eyes stood, Wyatt Halliwell had come. He looked around, expecting to see something or someone.
"Chris?" He said walking down the steps and onto the floor. Something was making his sensing power kick up, someone was near death, someone was dying. Wyatt stood in the center of P3, right next to the bar. "Chris?" He said again. Wyatt sighed and sat on the bar stool, he sighed. His hair was still wet for he just got out of the shower. He was half dressed with the look a blue shirt, jeans, and sandals in which he put on in a rush. He shook his head trying to get some of the moisture out and out of the corner of his eye he saw something. He stopped and looked for it again. He saw a bloody hand.
Wyatt's stomach dropped, NO! he thought, He wouldn't do it. Wyatt hesitantly put his hands on the bar and looked forward, leaning forward on the Bar, formed a bloody wrist, then a bloody arm, then the thing he didn't want to see. His younger brothers face.
The blood drained from Wyatt's face, and he lost grip on the bar and his hands slip making his fall directly onto the bar.
"CHRIS!" Wyatt whiled. As he got off the bar stool, hopped over the bar and landed next to his brother. Hands shaking he touched his younger brothers hands that were covered in blood, he had never seen anything to horrible. Wyatt felt like he was going to throw up, he looked around, he grabbed the trash can and heaved into it. He heaved and heaved, soon all that came up was orange bile and then nothing. The pressure that hug his ribs felt horrible and it hurt so much. He then Lifted his head and looked at his brothers body once more.
As tears form in his eyes and touched his brothers face, shaking the skin on his brothers face felt cold, and lifeless. Wyatt completely broke down and hugged his brothers lifeless body, he cried into his chest and moved his head on his shoulder.
"you're not dead!" Wyatt said, "YOU'RE NOT DEAD!" he yelled once more. He gently put his brothers body down. "Come on wake up!" he moaned, "please wake up!"
Wyatt sat on the floor of the bar.
"WAKE UP!" He yelled at Chris hitting his chest as if trying to pound his heart back into motion, but it was no use. Wyatt sat on the bar floor, crying into his knees. His little brother who he promised to protect was dead and it was at his fault. He had lost the last true person in his life, his last true friend. No one would ever be close to him as Chris was. Wyatt needed Chris more then Chris needed Wyatt. He wanted to see his brother move his eyes or fingers as if something would happen. Nothing did. Wyatt slowly got up, with still tears coming down his face and touched his face once more.
"I am sorry." Wyatt mumbled, "I am sorry I was not able to help mom, I am sorry I wasn't able to be there for your track meets, I am sorry I wasn't with you and mom to vanquish demons, I am sorry I wasn't their for you at all, I am sorry I was the one who killed you." He looked at his brother, "Chris, Chris please wake up. Please!!" Wyatt sat their once more and then collapsed onto his chest, grabbing his shirt and hoping for him to make a movement.
"WYATT!" Chris yelled from downstairs, "WYATT!"
"What?" Wyatt said from his room, "Come on, come to my meet. I swear this is not a ploy to go vanquish another demon."
Wyatt sat in his room, his cell in his hand.
"No I can't go, I have to practice my Spanish." Wyatt lied
"Fine, be a jerk!" Chris said walking out the door and slamming it.
Wyatt clicked his phone open and called "Angela."
"Hey," Wyatt said, "what are you doing right now?"
Wyatt opened his eyes. He had blown his brother off for a good time with a girl. Wyatt broke down once more. Wyatt stood up, trying to stay calm. Just before he was going to yell, someone shimmered in. Wyatt formed an energy ball in his head. The Angel of Death had come.
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"You're not taking him." Wyatt said holding an energy ball.
"I have no choice." The Angel of Death replied, "His name is on my list, and it's time for him to come."
"NO!" Wyatt said stepping in front of Chris, "You took my mother you ass hole, but you're not taking my brother. I need him!"
"I am sorry." The Angel of Death said
Tears formed in Wyatt's eyes once again.
"Let me by or I will take his soul by force." The Angel of Death said very sternly.
"NO!" Wyatt said
The Angel of Demon shot his hands out and Wyatt flew across the bar and into the counter, knocking his sight. He watched the Angel of Death step neat his brother.
"I SAID NO!" Wyatt said getting up and running towards the angel.
The Angel acted faster and flew Wyatt over the bar, and against the wall.
Wyatt fell to the floor. His vision dazed. He watched the Angel put his hand over the area where Chris laid.
"CHRIS!" Wyatt yelled shooting his hand out.
Chris orbed from the bar floor to Wyatt.
The Angel of Death looked up. He was furious. "DON'T TEST MY PATIENCE BOY!"
Wyatt stood, still dizzy, the Angel appeared next to Chris. Wyatt went out and punched the Angel of Death in the face. The Angel fell to the floor. He shot back up, Wyatt then formed an energy ball and shot it at the Angel, he didn't leave a mark. The Angel of Death, grabbed Wyatt by the neck.
"DO I HAVE TO KILL YOU TOO?" he said pinning Wyatt against the wall. Wyatt orbed from his grip, and then next to Chris, who he grabbed his lifeless hand and tried to orb, but the Angel of Death stopped him. He telekinetically threw Wyatt against the wall, and pinned him their.
"STAY THERE!" The Angel said.
"NO!" Wyatt said, he bowed his head and tears began to stream down his face.
The Angel of Death walked up to the body of Chris. He looked down at the body.
"This is the third Halliwell in five years you know that." The Angel said to Wyatt, "Keep this up you will have no more in your family."
"Please, I am begging you, take me not him." Wyatt said
"I would do that," The Angel began, "But it throws the cosmic alignment off balance."
"YOU'VE DONE IT BEFORE!"
"Yes, then regulations were put in place."
"Screw the regulations, I want my brother."
"No." The Angel then placed his hand over the body, and a bluish-grey spirit arose.
"CHRIS FIGHT IT, DON'T, FIGHT IT!" Wyatt yelled, "OH GOD, DAD WHERE ARE YOU!!!! DAD PLEASE!" Tears were now pouring down his face.
"NO!" Wyatt said, he saw the spirit, take the Angels hand and they faded from view, Wyatt fell to the floor, sobbing. Cradled on the floor he cried, not finding the strength to get up and walk, he crawled over to his brother.
"I am so sorry," He said taking his brothers bloody hand. "Please come back, please!" On his knees he cried, he had never cried so hard in his life. This was even more painful then the death of his mother. For he and Chris were just starting to be real brothers, bond if you will. They were starting to learn to almost love each other as brothers. Or at least Wyatt was to Chris.
Wyatt looked up.
"How can you do this me?" he said, "You have taken my mother, my father, and my brother, I am the last in my family! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?"
In the heavens, the council of Elders, were looking down upon Wyatt in P3.
"Leo," Jevan said
"what?" Leo said
"Look" Jevan said pointing to a cloud that appeared a view into P3, showing Wyatt.
"You are all bastards you know that." Wyatt said, "You only care about yourself, and damnit, you took my brother! You took him from me. He had more of life than I have, and you took him. How dare you! If you're afraid of the demon who has my power, I'll give you more to be afraid of, when I get up their!"
"No you won't." Leo said, standing in P3, behind Wyatt.
Wyatt turned around, standing up, shaking, "YOU!"
"Wyatt calm yourself!"
"NO! YOU FUCKING LEFT US, AND NOW YOU'RE BACK! OH WAS LOSING MOM TO MUCH FOR YOU!"
Leo stood silently
"HUH?"
Silence.
"ANSWER ME!"
Leo turned his head and orbed away.
"NO!" Wyatt said, beginning to orb, but as his orbs hit the ceiling, they were deflected and thrown back down to the floor.
Wyatt orbed back to the floor, laying their, helpless and powerless.
"Paige!" he said, "Aunt Paige!"
He didn't hear any orbs.
"Oh please, Paige!" He sobbed
Paige orbed in wearing a black school robe.
"Wyatt?" She said looking at him from the stairs, "Oh god, whats wrong?" She said running to his side.
She looked at her nephews face. It was horrible, his eyes were blood shot and his face soaked with tears.
"Chris, he killed himself." He forced the words out of his mouth, but after he said that, he felt his body heave, and he move his head away from Paige.
Paige turned around, fearing of what she might see. She saw her nephew lifeless and covered in blood. She gasped and covered her mouth. She walked over to Chris, looking at him, she touched touch his arm, and tears coming from her face.
"I am so sorry." Wyatt sobbed, "I am so sorry."
Paige sniffled, and stood back up, "oh god." She turned to look at her nephew who was on his knees and the palms of his hand, and a small puddle of orange bile laid on the black floor of P3, which is where Wyatt threw up.
Paige went over and hugged her nephew. She was now quietly sobbing with him, Wyatt someone who had been so strong, was reduce to sorrow and almost nothing.
"I am so sorry." Wyatt said, "Oh god, I am so sorry."
"Shh" Paige said placing her hand on the back of her neck, Wyatt sobbed into her shoulder.
The Demonic Council viewed this from a red crystal which projected a screen. Thor looked upon his council, "Mission complete."
The council smiled back.
