Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, I own Charmed. And I'm also the ruler of the world while we're at it. Go get me my coffee! Now, get to it, slave! Don't have all day!
Ok ppl, I know it's been a while and all, but blame that on the teachers. I bet they're all part of this secret conspiracy, plotting to turn all the kids in the world into mindless slaves by makingthem all lose their minds out of boredom by doing too much homework! Anyways, yeah, not much happens in this chapter, but that's because I don't know what to do with this story now. Never really thought it through. Whatever...ideas will come...I hope. Anyways, I just wanted to say thanks for all the reviews. Really brightened my day. And someone was confused about the bowling ball...well, I put an explanation in this chapter. Yeah, it's crappy and all, but let the guy have some fun! So, you're probably al thinking I'm, like, crazy by now, which my friends tell me all the time, so I'll go now and work on my plans to take over the WORLD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, and just a warning, there's a bit of swearing in this (just couldn't help it), so if you're all innocent and shit, you might wanna skip the swearing. Wouldn't wanna taint your little virgin ears. Oh, wait, is shit a swear word? Oh well, it ain't gonna do you harm if you read that word here, sure you heard it before anyways. Now, on with the show!
Orbs filled the air as a bowling ball appeared in a swirl of blue lights, illuminating the darkened cave. A man smirked slightly as the ball landed in his out stretched palm, scaring the already cowering demon trembling behind him. He'd seen what the man could do when he was in the mood and he didn't like the look of that smirk. He started to tremble even more and tried to shrink back into the shadows as the man carelessly threw the ball into a corner and started to pace, an evil grin starting to form on his handsome features. The demon wondered what the man was thinking that made him look so…Hitlerish. Sure, he may have been a demon, but still, even he thought Hitler had gone a little overboard. I mean, if you kill everyone, who're you gonna rule? The demon shuddered and sincerely hoped that the man wasn't thinking about him.
As it turned out, the demon was just about the farthest thing from the man's mind at the moment. In fact, he'd even forgotten that the demon was there! Instead, he was thinking about the happenings in Chris'…old apartment. He wasn't going to let Chris back there if it was the last thing he did. When he'd gone to retrieve the young whitelighter, he'd left a few things to slow the Charmed Ones down so that his demon could cover up any evidence he might've left behind. The Charmed Ones, those idiots, had fallen for almost every trap he'd set. Too bad Paige hadn't examined that television any closer…oh well, she had fallen for the "disappearing" bowling ball. That was a laugh; even he didn't think she could freak out over such a little thing…
The man's thoughts broke off as he immediately turned and knelt down next to an unconscious boy who lay on the rough, cave floor. "Why the fuck is he still unconscious? You fucking gave him the antidote 2 fucking hours ago!"
"Actually…" the demon started hesitantly, fear creeping into his already trembling voice, "it was an hour and a half…"
The demon immediately stopped in mid sentence as he heard the man start to growl in anger. Sure, it may have been against his nature to let a mistake go uncorrected, and a chance to prove smarter than someone else (which rarely ever happened), but he valued his life far more than comfort. So, trying hard not to stutter and make the man even angrier, he continued on right to the point. "The poison had already spread through most of his body when you brought him in, it will take a while for the antidote to take effect." The demon cowered, sincerely hoping that the man was in a good mood.
The man looked down at the unconscious boy and sighed, waving his hand in a silent dismissal. The demon immediately shimmered out, more than eager to escape that dreaded cave.
As he heard the demon shimmer out, the man once again sighed and sat down on the rough cave floor, Indian style. He looked down at the younger man's face, carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Regret filled his eyes as he heard the young man moan in discomfort, eyelids fluttering. He hadn't meant to hurt him this much, just disable him so he would be able to capture the whitelighter without struggle. A stony expression quickly filled his face, though, as he saw the boy start to stir, waking up. His eyelids fluttered once, before he lifted his hand, effectively covering his face. "Wyatt?"
"Right here, little brother." Wyatt smirked and let his hand flop back to his side from where it was still resting on the boy's cheek. He rolled his eyes when he saw the whitelighter struggled to get up. "Careful Chris. You really hurt yourself back there, fighting all those demons." Wyatt got up on his knees and pushed his brother down and kept him there as the younger man scowled.
Aw, he looks so cute like that…just wanna pinch his cheeks. Oh damn, I knew spending time with that old hag would turn out like this. I'm turning into a 20 year old granny…figures. Wyatt smiled as these thoughts filled his mind, but quickly realized that his little brother was once again in the middle of one of his boring, holier than thou speeches. God, he loved his little brother and all, but he would be a much more happy person if Chris would just stop it with these horrible speeches. And he said he talked too much? Ha, Chris should take a look at himself before judging others. But Chris just wouldn't be Chris without his constant chatter and forever sarcastic comments. Wyatt shook his head and tuned in just in time to hear the last bit of his little brother's tirade.
"-and why would you care, anyways? You were probably the one to send those demons in the first place!" Chris couldn't believe this. First, Wyatt almost kills him and now he's acting all big brotherly and concerned? Was he the only one that saw something wrong with that?
He pushed at Wyatt's hands and once again struggled to stand up. His efforts were in vain, though, he couldn't even sit up! He moaned in pain and finally admitted defeat, lying back down on the rock hard cave floor. He scowled and glared fiercely at his older brother, trying desperately to keep the bare amount of dignity he had left. The older man just chuckled and sat back, his body shaking a bit as he tried to contain his laughter.
"What's so funny?" Ok, this was weird. What was up with Wyatt? Did he, like, get hit in the head or something? I mean, you don't just go from evil overlord of the future who wants to kill his younger brother to…this. He couldn't even think of a name for what Wyatt was being at the moment, which was highly unusual for him. Wyatt was just acting as if nothing had happened.
"You." Chris looked up, startled, for a moment even forgetting what question was asked, before everything came back to him in a rush.
"Whatever." Chris looked to the side and sighed. "Now, are you gonna heal me anytime soon or am I gonna have to crawl my way out of here?"
"And what makes you think that I'm just going to let you leave?"
"Well, there is the fact that the Charmed Ones will, sooner or later, notice the fact that their annoying whitelighter from the future has suddenly gone AWOL on them and will go after you. Even if they hate me at the moment, they won't let me just disappear without answering their questions, you know? Funny thing about them…they'll save someone, get their answers, and then vanquish them."
Wyatt rolled his eyes as he listened to his little brother's speech. "And you think I haven't thought of that already? The Charmed Ones are at your apartment right now, following what they think is your kidnapper."
Yeah, a really crappy place to end, but I don't know where to go from here so I just ended it and decided to update. And I know, Wyatt doesn't sound all evil and shit when talking to Chris, but I just can't write evil ppl! They always end up sarcastic freaks (like Wyatt) or rlly sappy...you know? One of those stero-typical villains with all those crappy lines? Like, "I'm your worst nightmare!" shudders That might be me someday, writing that.Whatever. I hope this lived up to your expectations. Tell me what you think and ...REVIEW!