Chapter Fourteen – The Death of Good Angels
Wyatt rushed into the Attic, he was heated, nearly running. He stopped at the door, Chris, Bianca and Alicia all quickly behind him. Wyatt was looking around, he swore he sensed it he swore he had felt it, but he hadn't sensed evil within the Halliwell Manor since his mother died. He looked around, everything looked normal, until his eyes fell upon the ground by the book of shadows; an athame, and scorch marks.
"No." Wyatt said, looking at it. He ran over.
"What? What is it?" Chris asked. Wyatt walked into the attic, he had his hands cupped over his mouth, he didn't believe it; it couldn't be. He turned and then realized that Alicia was still there. She looked completely confused and lost. Wyatt looked at her in the eyes, and with a wave of his hand she orbed away. Bianca jumped as she orbed.
"Wyatt!" Chris snapped, "What the hell?"
"She had to go." Wyatt said getting more strong again. He then went over and looked at the athame and picked it up. "They never fully vanquish with the victim you know that Chris?"
Chris looked at his brother again.
"Aunt Paige, she was up here making a list of demons, and then I felt the presence of an Elder up here, so I didn't think much of it you know. Perhaps she was working part time or something like that. And then evil, a strong sense of evil," Chris saw tears forming in Wyatt's eyes. "It wasn't a demon and it wasn't anything it was something new, I don't know what. I can't sense her anywhere Chris!"
Chris let go of Bianca's hand, and walked forward. "Maybe she's in the underworld."
"No, I can sense the Underworld. This isn't it, she's dead Chris, Evil finally got her. And I wasn't here to save her. I mean how does that work out? I am blessed with all this good bullshit and I can't save my aunt, because I am too busy fucking around!" Wyatt threw the athame and it was stabbed into the wall. He screamed at the top of his lungs, letting his rage and sadness take the better of him. Chris stepped back, and Bianca covered her ears. Chris looked at the athame stuck in the wall, it had the mark more weird then anything he had scene before. A pentagram of evil, on top of a cross, it was something he had never seen before. Two red jewels on ether side of the handle and a long large black jewel. It was defiantly evil.
Wyatt got on his knees and he cried, this was the first time he cried since his mother's passing and the time on the stairs with Chris. But this was deeper, this one hit more harder then when he was with Chris. Chris walked over and knelt down next to his brother and put his hand on his shoulder, but Wyatt slapped it away and moved from Chris' presence.
"What?" Chris asked.
"Don't come near me. Anyone who does dies or leaves, please don't."
"Wyatt, I am not going to die or leave you."
"Aunt Phoebe, I watched her die! I couldn't heal mom, Aunt Paige I totally sensed it and I knew evil was here, I could have saved her! But no, she died at my cost."
"No." Bianca and Chris both side.
"That's not true." Chris added.
"Don't tell me it's not!" Wyatt yelled, "Cause it is. You're only fifteen Christopher, you don't know the first thing about death! You haven't seen the evil or the sadness I have seen!"
This one hit Chris hard in the heart.
"You don't know what I've seen! All those times Mom took me with her to vanquish demons, I've seen things that won't make you sleep at night! YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I've had enough, I am not doing this anymore. Damnit, Phoebe was pregnant, and she died."
"She was?" Chris asked.
"Mom and I were going to have a surprise party for her, and yet I have let four people in this family die." Wyatt wiped his tears away and stood up. "Excuse me I need to go." He walked passed Chris.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know." As Wyatt passed through the door, he disappeared into orbs.
Nora flamed into a place where she and the other Fallen Angels have called their home and place of meeting. She looked around at the beaten old church, and the graveyard outside, which could be seen through the holes in the walls. The Church was small, medieval on walls were four large glass windows each displaying the Archangels; Warriors of Heaven. The church was destroyed and holes in the ceiling and walls were noticeable, and the altar behind her was in rumble. She turned and saw the bleeding angel in which they crucified only nights before, her blood still dripping from her wrists and head. She was nailed to the cross like Jesus was, and she screamed for mercy, until Nora craved the mark of the Fallen Angel into her chest…
"No!" Screamed the blonde angel as Nora and three other fallen Angels held her down. "By the merciful God please come back to the light!"
"Never will I return to a losing team!" Nora sneered at her.
"Nora, you're a good angel and elder, don't!" She screamed as her wings were ripped from her back. Blood ran down her spine, and then another male Fallen Angel bit down on her second wing until it was torn off, a river of blood ran from the altar and down the stone steps into the church, passed the pews in the church. The night continued with the continuous screams and pleas as the angel of heaven, screamed for her life.
"FOR GOD I STAND! FOR GOD!" She screamed, "HELP ME!"
Nora placed the crown of thorns on her head, and they cut into her scalp, she screamed once more. Nora then nailed her hands into the cross, one by one. Then Nora moved down to her feet where another Fallen Angel pounded them in. They mounted the cross at the top of the church and Nora took the athame out and ripped off her toga which was now blood red. Furiously she sliced into her bare chest and navel the evil (up-side-down) pentagram and cross into her skin. The Angel died.
"A fine prize for hard work." Said Nora to herself, now in the present looking at the nude angel; she then turned to the rest of the church and clapped her hands and then rubbing them together, and instantly ten more Fallen Angels flamed into the Church. She smiled and looked at them all.
"The Charmed Ones, all of them are dead!" She said laughing.
The other Fallen Angels laughed and howled in triumph. Other looked at each other in honor and will.
"We," Nora began, "Are now ready to face Heaven. Michael, is the only Archangel that stands in our way, Gabriel was killed last night by Misty. Well done." Misty smiled and bowed in acknowledgement. "Now, since the Charmed Ones are dead, and we have collected one of the three trophies as seen behind us. Now we must sway the eldest hire of the Halliwell reign, Wyatt, onto our side. The transformation has already began, since he had never dealt with the pain of his mother's loss, well we can use that our advantage!"
Many of the Fallen Angels smiled and few chuckled into the night.
"Once we get the twice blessed converted into the side of evil, the book will turn evil, and so will the balance of power. While I was up in heaven I found out the prophecy of the Halliwell boys. They are the balance the truth to each other, one cannot survive without the other. Ying and Yang! One will hold the balance of Goodness, and One will hold the balance of Evil. And guess who is the evil one…the one corrupted by power!" She smiled her yellowish grin to the rest of the angels. "Wyatt holds the power of all Magic, Good Magic, and Christopher his kin brother holds the power of Loyalty, Peace, and Goodness. We must destroy Christopher!"
The Fallen Angels once again joined in applause and cheer.
"Destroy them both!" Nora spat, "We will. But as the night becomes longer in the coming months, no will the sun raise again, we will plunge the earth into eternal darkness. Hell on earth! The numbers of Heaven are growing ever smaller, surely my betrayal has reached them by now, so I can no longer return. But the information I hold is the key to everything. Three weeks ago the angel known as Leo, who is father to Wyatt and Christopher returned to Heaven. Jevan our last hope in heaven, gave him great powers. These powers were never given to an angel before, only once has a being of his power and influence walk this earth…Not since Jesus Christ himself, has Leo had so much power. The Source!" She exclaimed, "Of all Good, is walking among our sisters and brothers in heaven, he has powers that can destroy us all. If we can get Wyatt on our side, then his brother will fall short of his own will and be an easy target of prey. And Leo will be devastated by his sons being killed, and soon…Evil will tip the balance for good…soon my children, brothers, sisters, like the witch Piper Halliwell on the wall, will we all be rulers of this realm!" She screamed into the night as the other Fallen Angels, piercing the night.
Chris paced in his room, as Bianca sat on his bed, she just watched him. She wanted to help him, she wanted to do something but Chris had strictly told her to sit or leave; in his own romantic way. Chris then turned at his toe and paced on the other end of his room, he looked up at his wall and saw a picture of him and Wyatt all dressed up for Homecoming which was months ago. How much has changed since then, how much will change in the coming days.
"Chris please, sit rest." Bianca said. "Please."
"No!" Chris said to himself, "I can't, I am sorry."
"You're being neurotic."
"Probably." He continued to walk, but then Bianca took his hand, as she stood in front of him. "Look, I am so sorry about your aunt, and this whole situation. I want to help, please let me help."
"I am not going back to school." Chris said.
"What?" Bianca asked, "Are you serious?"
"Evil is back Bianca, and come short high school education is not going to do shit in what lies ahead."
"Chris you're scaring me."
"Look, think why you got your powers now, they are going to be needed. Mine as well, and Wyatt's. I have this sinking feeling that everything is about to get worse, a lot worse and people like Cassie will be common and least of our problems. I tried to stay normal, believe me I tried, but I can't no longer. Wyatt needs me and I need him, and school will no longer get in the way. He's known this longer than I have."
"What do you mean?" Bianca asked.
"Yale University called while back, saying they have confirmed his non-admission into the university. Wyatt lived for Yale, he wanted Yale!"
"I know."
"And he turns it down? And on a full scholarship? That doesn't seem right. Bianca," He said taking her hands, "This is not him, he did this cause he didn't see himself going to Yale, he saw himself fighting evil and being a witch."
"So what do we do now?" Bianca asked.
Chris smirked, and kissed Bianca, she was great full for this. "I have no idea."
(Author's Note: This is the last of the small chapters! There are eight more Chapters coming, all written, all done. I am now working on the sequel for this. Happy Reading!)