Disclaimer: No,I do not own Charmed, and probably never will.
Well,I got inspired by all the reviews (wink wink) and just started writing, and the next thing you know, this thing popped up. And it's longer than all my other chapters (not that I have a lotto begin with) so I hope you'll like it.Well, I'll just let you read this thing. Tell me what you think.
A dark figure stood in the shadows, watching as the young whitelighter fell to the ground, passed out cold. He looked to the side and laughed callously as he watched the demons scream in pain as they were engulfed in flames. As the flames died down, he gracefully walked towards the fallen figure. He knelt down and carefully lifted the limp figure onto his lap, and turned it over. He smirked when he saw the blood pouring out of the whitelighter's arm. He gently cupped the young man's face gently and the corners of his lips turned up, the closest to a smile he would allow himself. "Look at the mess you got yourself into, Christopher. You should know better than to defy me. It's only going to make things harder for you in the end." He cradled the boy's head closer, almost lovingly, and flamed out.
Now, as was said before, Chris' apartment really wasn't that bad. It was quite nice, actually, but the sisters were shocked when they orbed into the apartment. Papers filled every available space in the room, and where there weren't pieces of paper scattered about, there were pizza boxes, heavy books that looked more like ten bibles stacked one on top of the other and an assortment of other things you wouldn't want to know about. How could their neat, organized, control freak of a whitelighter live in this dump? The answer was that Chris didn't live there. In fact, he spent no more than 4 hours at a time in that shabby apartment. He was always up and about looking for clues on who turned Wyatt. He was always either in the Underworld, the manor, or a number of other places where he might find a lead on the demon that turned Wyatt.
After Leo and the girls finally made it out of the very dangerous bathroom (don't ask why they orbed there), where Phoebe tripped on a banana peel and almost killed herself, Leo and the sisters decided to split up and search for their missing whitelighter. Paige, for some odd reason known only to her, decided that the living room, which was in plain view from where they were standing, was a good place to start the search. She carefully walked through the room and was examining the broken, black and white television set when she heard Phoebe scream. Paige quickly orbed towards her older sister, who had decided to go search the bedroom.
Upon appearing, the witch immediately started jumping up and down on one foot, muttering some not very nice things about a certain whitelighter of theirs. Phoebe just looked on curiously as her younger sister jumped around the room on one foot, hitting even more things before she finally tripped on a broken chair and fell to the ground. "Okay! What the hell is a bowling ball doing in his bedroom?" Paige yelled (more like shrieked) as she clutched her throbbing foot. When she'd orbed in, she hadn't looked where she was going and her foot had hit a mysteriously placed bowling ball, which resulted in the current situation.
"Paige, what bowling ball?" Phoebe asked, looking around to see what her younger sister was talking about. "That one!" Paige pointed towards the spot where she'd orbed in, but saw nothing there. "Hey! Where's the bowling ball?"
"Um, honey, are you sure there was a bowling ball there in the first place?" Now Phoebe was getting really worried. Was her sister going crazy? Maybe it had to do with all the stress she was under lately, or maybe it had something to do with a de-" Phoebe's thoughts were immediately cut off when Piper and Leo tumbled through the door, looking around warily. Their clothes were askew and they were covered in little white puffs of fur.
"Where's the demon!" Piper yelled, hands held in front of her, ready to blow up anything that dared to mess with her family. She looked around the room and was surprised at what she saw. The place looked absolutely horrible. There was a broken (and expensive, hence the reason Chris was cursing before) lamp laying smoldering on the hardwood floor and ash scattered everywhere. The bed was flipped (as was all the other furniture) and there were holes in the wall and athames littering the ground. And in the middle of all this clutter lay her youngest sister, looking just like a 5-year-old ready to throw a big temper tantrum. She turned to Phoebe and asked her what was going on. She seemed more liable to give her an answer; given that Paige was currently too busy glaring at a spot on the floor like it had just killed her baby. "First tell me what happened to you."
Piper scowled as she looked to the side, blushing. "Nothing…"
"Yeah right." Phoebe wanted to know what had happened and she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Now tell me, what happened." She said the last words really slowly, acting as if she was talking to a retarded 5-year-old.
"Nothing…we just kinda got attacked by killer furbies…no big deal. Now, what happened?"
"Killer furbies? What the hell's up with this place? I mean, first Paige starts to jump around like a psycho talking about a bowling ball that isn't there and then you and Leo get attacked by killer furbies? You think it's a demon?"
Piper shrugged and knelt down next to her youngest sister. "Paige, what happened?" Paige looked up and scowled. She then held up her foot glared pointedly at Leo. He quickly rushed over to her and held his hands over her foot, healing it. Paige then pouted and pointed once again to the spot where she'd orbed in. "I heard Phoebe scream and thought maybe there was a demon or something so I orbed in here and accidentally hit my foot on a bowling ball. Then I tripped on a chair and fell down. When I looked back, the ball was gone!"
"Paige, sweetie, maybe you're just imagining things, because I didn't see a bowling ball."
"I'm not imagining things! There was a bowling ball there! I saw it! Don't you dare tell me I'm hallucinating! I know what I saw…and felt."
"Well last time I che-"
"Enough! Listen to yourselves, guys; you're fighting over a stupid bowling ball! God, try to act like adults, will ya?" Paige and Phoebe both looked down, embarrassed. "Now, why did you scream Phoebe?"
"Well…" Phoebe blushed, embarrassed. "I saw the lamp on the floor, broken, and, well…it's just such a nice lamp!" Phoebe yelled the last part, vainly trying to defend herself. "You screamed over a broken lamp?" Piper made sure to put extra emphasis on the last word, not actually believing what her younger sister had said. "Uh…kinda." Phoebe smiled sheepishly, looking around for a distraction so they could all just stop talking about the lamp. It wasn't her fault! It was just such a nice lamp…maybe she could take it home and fix it with a spell. She was sure Chris wouldn't mind her taking it. I mean, what would a whitelighter from the future need a lamp for, anyways?
As Phoebe was busy thinking about all the possible places she could put the lamp in in her room, Paige was on the floor laughing her head off. Phoebe had screamed because she saw a broken lamp? She would never let her forget this. This was almost as good as the time she'd turned into the goddess of love. I mean, blonde hair? That was a joke. She clutched her stomach and tears fell down her face, she was laughing so hard. She rolled a bit and bumped into her oldest sister, who just gave her the look. It was the "what the hell do you think you're doing?" look. Paige just smirked and continued to laugh.
Piper exhaled sharply and glared at the floor. Sometimes it was hard to believe that these two were actually related to her. She waited until Paige had stopped laughing like a crazy hyena and Phoebe had come back from La la land to ask if they'd seen any sign of their missing whitelighter. Paige just shook her head and pointed out the broken television set. Yeah, that's gonna help. She shook her head and glanced towards her younger sister, who hadn't said a word for the last tem minutes. She was kneeling on the floor, looking at something. Piper knelt down next to her and noticed a pool of blood. "Whose do you think it is?" Phoebe asked, dipping her finger into the blood and holding it out in front of her.
"Well, it can't be a demon's…" Piper took Phoebe's hand and held it closer to her face, glaring at the blood as if it had stolen her baby.
By this time, Paige finally decided to stop glaring at the floor where she was positive there had been a bowling ball, and knelt down on the other side of her sister. She too examined the pool of blood. "Yeah, cuz it looks kinda human…" she said, finishing her older sister's sentence.
"Maybe…" Leo started, kneeling down in front of Phoebe, "Maybe it's Chris's." At that, Phoebe looked up, startled. "But why would Chris' blood be here?"
Paige sighed, annoyed by her older sister's ignorance. "Have you seen this place? Look at the scorch marks on the walls, and all the athames all around us. Some demons probably attacked him." Duh. Paige added, silently.
"But Leo sensed him here, where is he then?" Phoebe was really confused now. Surly Chris had heard all the noise Paige had made when she was hopping around the room like a mad woman, so why wasn't he here by now? And why was his blood here? If he was hurt, why didn't he just call Leo, or orb to them?
"I dunno. Leo, sense for him again." Piper ordered her (ex?) husband, taking charge immediately.
Leo closed his eyes and focused on the young whitelighter. His face scrunched up in confusion, though, when he couldn't find him. He opened his eyes told the three sisters that he couldn't find him. "Well then, we're just going to have to scry for him, then." Piper immediately held out her hand, waiting for Leo to orb her back into the attic. She didn't know why, but for some reason she was feeling really worried about Chris. Why should I care about him, though, she thought. I mean, so far, he's only been causing trouble. It's his fault Leo and me broke up, for God's sake! Why do I feel so…worried for him?
Piper was broken out of her thoughts as she felt someone take her hands and blue orbs surrounded her as she was orbed back to the attic, to begin the search for their missing whitelighter.
Yeah, there might be some mistakes in there, but, whatever. I didn't want to read that thing over again. So, if you see any, just ignore them. Soooo, what'd you guys think?Was it good? Did it suck? Wondering what'sgonna happen to Chris? Yeah, well, I"m pretty sure mostof you already knowwho that "dark figure" dude is.Well, whatever. And what's with the bowling ball and the killer furbies you ask? Well, I don't really know myself. They just popped up. Ok, just wanted to let you know I might not update for a while. Between school and shit I don't have a lot of time to write. Evil teachers. I mean, it's, like, thefifth day of school or something and they're already handing out huge projects thatare worth, like, 25 of our term mark or something. Well,I'm boring you guys, so I'll just let myselfout. K, see ya!