Chapter 7

Chris walked barefoot on the wet mud, the mud squishing between his toes, his mother was gone.

"What's so special about me?" He shouted, "Why did you kill her to try and get me?"

He heard the flames behind him, "Because we've been watching you since you were a small child…" The voice purred in the shadows, "You're ours."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are Christopher"

Chris bolted across the park dropping his shoes along the way, he tried, but couldn't orb. He felt fire spreading through his body, "No!" Closing his eyes he ran faster and surprisingly, flamed.

Falling to the attic floor with a thud the dark haired boy began to cry, Paige and Phoebe ran upstairs and saw their nephew lying on the floor.

"Chris honey, what happened."

"T,t,the ones who…Mum…after me…burn…help."

Phoebe wrapped her arms around her shaking nephew, "Paige, go get some warm clothes."

Chris shifted his weight so his head was resting in her lap, taking a deep breath the young boy said, "Aunt Phoebe…I, the demon that killed Mum, it was after me too."

"What do you mean?"

"In the park, it said I was theirs…they'd been watching me for years."

Phoebe didn't say anything just stroked his hair, after a few worried glances up at his aunt he said, "Aunt Phoebe?"

"It's going to be okay Chris, we won't let anything happen to you."

Paige came back and handed Chris some new clothes that Chris changed into quickly.

"Thank you." He whispered. Looking up he asked, "Where's Wyatt?"

"Downstairs, he's not feeling well."

"I can imagine, I really yelled at him before. I was just so angry I sort of told him it was his fault."

Chris climbed to his feet and kissed the two women on the cheek, "I should go and apologise to him.

Chris walked into the bedroom he shared with his older brother. The blonde looked up through his long blonde hair, "You're not going to try and blow me up are you?" Wyatt asked cautiously.

Chris shook his head, "Nah bro, you're safe." Chris sat down on his bed and breathed deeply patting the space beside him he said, "Come over here Wy."

He sat down beside him and saw the blood trickling down his cheek, he reached up and wiped it away with his thumb whilst sending a short burst of healing through him.

It was Chris who broke the silence, "The way I acted-"

"It's okay." Wyatt hushed.

"No it's not! For Christ's sake Wy you don't have to walk around on eggshells! I was out of line and I'm trying to apologise so will you just let me do it!"

"Kit…"

"Wyatt I'm sorry okay!" he huffed, "There I said it!"

The blonde witch pulled him into a hug, "Bro, I know mum said it to you and she meant it, I know she did. But I just wanted to tell you I'm here when you need me. Always."

The dark head leant against the blonde's shoulder, "I miss her so much Wyatt. My body aches all the time when I just so much as think of her. She died in my arms," He said holding his arms out, "she damn well died because her son couldn't protect her. Because he was so damn powerless he was unable to heal her and stupid powers were so easily messed up."

"Chris your powers are nothing to be ashamed of, they are something that…"

"Can we not talk about magic anymore?" He asked softly, "I just want to sleep. I need to sleep but I am unable to because every time I try I see her death."

Wyatt leant back against the bed head taking Chris down with him, "Just close your eyes Chris, I'll make sure you are okay. Nothing can harm you now Chris, I won't let it."

Chris' dream:

He was walking along the darkened streets so lost in his thoughts he didn't even votice that the demon of fear was walking behind him.

(Your greatest fear is that those demons will return and your powers will be so messed around that you will be unable to defend yourself or your family.)

"Stupid ass powers. Stupid dumb ass powers!" He screamed, "I DON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!" Staring up at the sky he continued his rant, " YOU STUPID FUCKING PACIFISTS! Why couldn't you intervene? Why couldn't you save her?"

Suddenly his vision changed, he looked down at his hands that were now transparent. He looked around and saw Wyatt standing before a large crowd of demons. Demons he recognised as the one's who had attacked him and killed his mother.

"Well done." Wyatt said, "You killed that bitch and put the fear of God into my brother. I thank you and promise you will be rewarded…"

Chris shot up in a cold sweat, "No." he whispered, "Not him please. Dear god not him."