Another chapter up! Ok so now I flicked forward a year and added a few new characters, but don't worry they won't have much of a part but just so you can follow it:
Phoebes and Jason's children: Prue-eight years old and Melinda-six
Paige's kid: Annie-four (father unknown?)
Piper and Leo's: Wyatt-fifteen and Chris-thirteen
You should get to now their personalities throughout the FF, if you would like the new characters to be more involved let me know. They did have a bigger part but I forgot I already had a story line so I made a new one while writing the FF, changing it completely so I think I'll just roll with this one before I confuse myself.
Little note: most of this chapter was written before I had finished the first (got bord) so if something doesn't fit sorry and please tell me.
Now on to my fans-reviewers, you guys really made my day, seriously I couldn't stop smiling all day…and night! (Just ask buffy vs angel, she'll tell ya!)
Wonder- thankyou! I'm glad you said that cause I've red so many FF I was scared it might be similar to one.IMAROCKSTAR! - Yay you didn't say creepy! Or is interesting a nice way of saying that? Oh well like it anyway and don't worry cause I'm continuing now!
Embry- thankyou! I love gruesome, not sure if I know how to write without it though, guess we'll see! And thank you for the hurry up, it worked!
prissy-lady- lol, your review really made me laugh! And yeah I thought the organs were gross too, kept making me feel sick every time I read it-and I wrote it!
Calen- thanks! They should be shouldn't they, demons are always too nice! Wyatt is good this time but as for your other questions you'll have to wait and see- or just scroll down and start reading!buffy vs angel- there you go! That's a much better answer than 'yep' and I did ask to use that, just like you asked me if you could use the bloody (in a literal sense) beating-, which wasn't really mine, or taken from anybody else so I guess that's ok then! But manda, if you want me to answer you personally next time you can't pretend you have to be an adoring fan!
Good Witch- thanks, and yeah I know, I feel mean for writing it, but just read on and find out!Kelsy- I'd like to say it gets better but I just don't think it will! Thanks for reviewing.
Now finally: sorry for the delay, on with the story! Thoughts are like this!
Chapter 2: Consequences
So why you gotta stand there
Looking like the answer now
It seems to me- you'd come around
I need you now
Do you think you can cope?
You figure me out- that I'm lost and I'm hopeless
Bleeding and broken- though I've never spoken
I come undone- in this mad season
-Mad Season: Matchbox 20
One Year Later: 2017WYATTS POV
I wake up just like I do every morning to find I'm last up. Again. Great. I pull myself out of bed and tramp down stairs to get breakfast before I leave for school."Boo!"
I jump as my little cousin; Annie surprises me at the bottom of the stairs.
"Gee Annie, you trying to make me fall over?"
"I scared you, I scared you," she chants as she runs into the kitchen. As I follow her in another cousin greets me, this time Prue.
"Oh Wyatt did the little four year old scare you?"
"No," I shrug her off not really wanting an argument so soon in the day.
"There you have it," she continues,"ladies and gents, the almighty twice blessed!"
Scratch that, "Shut up Prue, or…."
"Wyatt don't talk to your cousin like that," mum says as she enters the room, wow, what timing, "Now hurry up and get ready for school your already running late."
"Can't I just orb?"
"No you can not! You will walk to school with your brother like an normal person!"
"But…"
"NO!"
"Yeah, ok, ok, I get it, sorry I asked." Well nearly sorry it was worth a try, but there's just no winning with her!
"Morning Aunt Piper," Prue's younger sister happily greeted.
"Good morning Melinda, it's nice to see someone cheery today," Mum replayed, shooting me a look as she stuck breakfast in front of us. She turned calling up the stairs: "Chris breakfast, come on before it gets cold." The oldest living Charmed One then returned and sat down next to Annie, who was contently chewing a drowning pancake.
"I'm going to Magic School with mummy today!"
"Are you? Well we better make sure mummies awake than shouldn't we? And were the heck in Chris!" She looks towards me as if I should know, I just shrug.
"No idea."
"He's in the attic with Aunt Paige," Prue blurts out.
"I'll get them," Annie says as she orbs out. I take my plate to the sink then make my way up the stairs. On the way up I pass Aunt Paige being pulled along by an over excited Annie. I can't help but give her an amused smirk.
"Hey one day you'll have kids too then I'll be there to smirk at you!"
"No time to talk mum we got to hurry up." With that Annie orb them both out.
I suppress a laugh then decide to orb myself to my room: too early to make it up the stairs.
Fifteen minutes later I'm standing at the front door ready to go.
I look up at the sound of footsteps to see that my little brother has finally made an appearance.
"Chris, don't you leave without eating anything," Mum shouted from the living room.
"Come on Wy, let's go." He pushes past me and out the door.
We walk in silence down the street, as we turn the corner Chris freezes.
"Hey what's wrong?" He doesn't answer, he just staresat the street ahead. "Chris?" I try again, he is really starting to worry me, and he's been acting weird for the last few weeks, well more than usual anyway. Chris hadn't been himself for a long time, ever since that demon attack, ever since he lost his friends. Oh
I finally realised what was wrong. It had been a year. A year exactly today and we had been about to walk down the very street where it all took place. With a quick glance around I grasp Chris by the arm and orb out.
CHRIS' POVWe suddenly appear on the top of the Golden Gate bridge, I hadn't even realised we'd orbed. My mine feels like a total mess, I can't form a thought without pictures flying though my head, images I would rather forget.
My brothers staring at me again, and he may have said something, I think I'm freaking him out, cause I know I'm freaking myself out.
I feel my legs give way underneath me, and the touch of cool metal against my skin. The memories I'd been fighting so hard to keep out all come flooding back.
My friend's screams.
The pools of blood, the smell thick in my nose.
And finally, lifeless bodies.
I just watched as the demons killed them one by one in cold blood, the shock and fear left in their eyes as their bodies went limb and were thrown to the ground without a second thought.
As quickly as they had come, the demons shimmered out and I was left with the pain of a guilt that I could have never imagined.
This was my fault. They were after me. They wanted to hurt me, to make me pay without having the full rathe of the Halliwells upon them. They got their wish, I have payed, I pay every time I sit by myself at school or anywhere, knowing that I am the only one to blame. I brought my friends into the world of magic; I should have known there's only one way out.
WYATT'S POVI managed to catch my brother just hit thefloor and I slowly lowered him down. I keep trying to get through to him but he seems to be stuck in his own head.
"Chris, Chris, please talk to me, are you ok?" Still no reply. "Ok Chris if you don't talk to me soon I'll just orb you home and you'll have to cope with mum worrying and fussing over you." Ok so a threat wouldn't be the best thing to say, but I'm desperate, he's really scaring me!
"I did it you know Wy." I can't help a sigh of relief escaping my mouth, works every time!
"Did what?"
"They were after me."
"Who? Who was after you?" I can feel a rage building up inside of me, I know I can be a bit over protective sometimes, but nobody messes with my little brother!
He turns and looks me straight in the eye. His own eyes look slightly glazed over, like he's trying hard not to let any tears fall.
"The demons, I meet them before." Chris' voice now sounds foreign to me, toneless, like he's half asleep and the words are slowly dripping out by accident.
Suddenly something in me clicks. The demons? Is he talking about the party? I wanted to ask him, but the look on his face told me not to push it, so I remain quite and let him continue.
"I went out after mum told me not to." He pauses, as though he's really struggling to get the next words out, which I think he probably is.
"I wanted to prove I could handle a few demons so everyone would stop treating me like a baby." He went demon hunting by himself! He's only thirteen, no wait he was twelve when this happened, that's even worse! ---- Opps proving his point there aren't I, I'll just shut up now. "There was a lot of them, I was only able to vanquish a few, there were too many and, and they just kept coming, so I-I left." Least the kid knows when he's beat- I trait I personally have never owned.
He turns away from me, so I know he's crying.
"They came back for revenge, they wanted me to pay!" His cries are quite clear now and as by brother turns back around I can see the guilt plastered over his face. All this time he'd been blaming himself, thinking he'd caused his friends deaths. I wanted to say something comforting but the words just wouldn't come.
WYATT'S POV (AGAIN)
10:00am, could this day be going any slower?
I managed to calm Chris down and we both still got to school on time, but now I'm stuck in a maths class with a man so dull half the class looks like their asleep. I could probably orb out and no one would even notice- now that sounds like a good idea! But no, mum would freak, so I guess I'll just have to wait it out. Not much else to do
I start to wonder what could possibly be going through my brothers mind at this very second, whether he's holding up or not. But the memories have obviously been coming back over the last few days; something's can't be blocked. My own mind starts to float back to my take on that horrible day, which changed my brother forever.
2016- A YEAR AGO
"Wyatt can you go and get your brother, he was suppose to be home an hour ago."
"Yeah, ok mum, just a minute." I sigh as I jumpup off my bed and turn off the radio. It's still raining outside and I really can't be bothered going anywhere, but mum won't shut up if I don't and there's no use arguing with her. I grab a warm jacket from the closet and with one more longing glance at my comfortable room,I orb out.
I reappear on Libby's door step, knowing that Chris is inside I knock loudly then wait as patiently as I can in this weather. After a few minutes of standing in the freezing cold I turn to a verbal knock. "Chris get you ass out here now!" Wait- and still nothing. Ok if you're not going to come out I'm just going to have to come in (which suits me just fine; I hate the cold).
I grab the icy metal doorknob and slowly turn it.
"Chris, Libby, anyone home?" Total silence. Maybe they left, I was just about to leave when a smell suddenly hit my nostrils. It was an unmistakeable smell, the smell of blood.
Panic quickly rises through me as I ran into the house, terrified at what I might find.
"Chris? Chris?" I franticly shout through the house hoping someone would answer, but no, I reserve no answer and when I finally reach the living room I understand why.
I have to grab onto the doorframe to keep myself on my severely shaking feet. I can't move, I'm barely breathing, my vision seems to blur and I have the greatest urge to throw up. Oh god please tell me this is some sick nightmare, no this can't be real! CHRIS! A voice of reason shouts in my head, taking me back to what is now clearly reality.
Still not able to move, my eyes dart franticly over the bloody mess searching for my brother, the bodies aren't even recognisable. If only I had of got here sooner, I could have helped, I could have healed them. I can't do this; I don't want to be here… I was about to call for dad when I finally spot him.
My legs give way underneath me, letting me fall hard to the floor. No, my little brother he, he… I can't handle the truth and even though I can't sense a single life in the room, I refuse to believe it.
With a sudden burst of energy, I rush over to my brother's limp form up against the back wall. "Chris? Chris!" As I reach him I notice just how badly he is injured- injured, NOT dea…. that other thing. I feel the fear grasp my heart even tighter as tears leek down my face.
"Chris? Please wake up, please be okay." I slowly lift my trembling hands ready to heal him, almost too scared to try, just on case I fail.
"Wy?" The voice comes out as barely a whisper, but it's all I need! Happiness with a great relief takes over and the grasp on my heart releases.
"Yeah Chris it's me, your gonna be okay, just hold on." Oh thank god! I don't know what I would have done if- hey, don't go there, he's alright!
"Wy, we, we n-need to, to save them," he tries to move then cries out in pain.
"Hey, don't I'll…" My voice trails off as I see what would be a huge source of his agony, a large knife driven through his hand and stuck into the wall. Oh man, that's bad- how did I not see that before? I realise I can't heal him with the blade still penetrated though him, so I'll have to take it out.
I say I few words trying to comfort the kid, doing my best to prepare him for the incoming pain. "Okay, this might hurt- a lot, I'm just gonna pull the knife out, you ready?" He nods. I grab the handle, which is covered in blood. Chris' blood. Anger builds up inside of me, but for Chris' sake I take a few deep breathes then pull.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Yeah so I'm finishing it there for now. I've got more written but I wasn't sure where to stop it. This seems good though, sort of like a cliffhanger but not really because in the next part it's back to the present, oh well!
Just so you all know I will finish this story! There is no way I'm just going to leave it (I've had it done too many times to me!) and with reruns of season 6 playing, I'll have more inspiration and hopefully update quicker! I've got two weeks of exams left then I'm finished school for the year and don't go back for 10 weeks! So plenty of time to write!
Just something I was wondering: what are you guys favourite esp. in season6?
I love the Chris-centred ones but I'd like to hear yours!
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