Chapter Sixteen – Down a Halliwell

"You haven't been to school in a week!" Wyatt roared over the breakfast table.
"Chill, neither have you!"
"Christopher I am not talking about me here, you are vanquishing demons instead of your studies!"

"Well you disappeared for a week, what was I suppose to do?"

"Go to school! I am going back!"

"No you're not who you kidding!" Chris yelled, "You know as well I that its pointless to go to school these days, the days of peace are numbered!"

Wyatt was quiet, he just picked up his cup of coffee.

"Wyatt," Chris said coming forward, and sitting in the chair next to him, "Mom and everyone tried to do their best, and they did but I think there is a new evil out there, and I think they're the one that killed Aunt Paige."

"I know." Wyatt replied, he looked up at his brother, "I've been thinking the same thing. That's why I've been gone, I've been trying to follow them."

"What?" a shocked Chris stated, "Why couldn't have I come, I am home all week worrying about you, and you're still chasing demons!"

"They kept moving, I lost their trail twice. I almost came home, but I didn't."

"Why!"

"Cause."

"Because why?"
Wyatt put his head down and looked in his coffee.

Because I didn't want you see me in the condition I was in. Chris heard in his head.

"What?" Chris said again, "Wyatt it's okay, I wouldn't have cared."

"Huh?" Wyatt said looking at his brother.

"What you said, we have all our bad days, especially me, its alright Wyatt."

"How did you – I didn't say anything."

"What?" Chris said bewildered, "You just said 'I didn't want you see me in the condition I was in'."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did…unless I have telepathy which I don't, you did!"

"Whatever, I am going." Wyatt got up, and grabbed his jacket which was hanging on the edge of the chair, and as he orbed, the symbol on the bottom of his back, the crucifix with in the pentagram glowed red, and drained Wyatt's power. Wyatt screamed and before he reached even a foot off the ground, he fell to the ground. His head slammed on the counter.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Chris said getting out of his chair. Wyatt screamed in pain, something was slicing into his body and draining his power. "Something – draining – my back."

Wyatt turned over and lifted his shirt, and Chris saw the symbol he saw on his brother before the symbol. It was then a red tattoo, but now it looked like someone cut into Wyatt, blood came from it. In the center of the symbol was a circle which was glowing white.
"What is it?"

"I don't know. It's a symbol, I saw it before on you."
"What does it look like?" Wyatt screamed.

"It's a Pentagram and a Cross put together, I've never seen it."
"Help me up." Wyatt put out his hand, and Chris took it, helping him to his feet. Wyatt was sweating, he leaned on the counter. He looked pale and drained.

"Something is draining my power I can feel it."
"What, draining your power?"
"Look, I need to go lay down." Wyatt walked from the room.
"Wyatt wait." Chris yelled, but before he could Wyatt already walked from the room. Chris then saw the Book of Shadows on the kitchen counter and went to it, looking for the symbol.

Wyatt walked from the kitchen, through the dinning room, and once he hit the kitchen, he felt the pain surge through him again. He gritted his teeth and screamed in his throat, trying not show weakness to Chris. The pain was so severe his legs gave way and he fell onto the stairs, he was biting down onto his tongue, he tasted blood in his mouth. The pain stopped, he was back to normal, he opened his mouth and blood dripped onto the carpet. He got up and slowly walked up to his room, and once he reached his bed he laid down upon it. He rolled over, and the pain surged up his back once more, he put his face in the pillow and screamed for his life.

"What the hell is it?" Chris said flipping through the pages, "Damnit!" Nothing was in the book, and he slammed it shut. He looked around, he thought he could find something but nothing. He thought about the symbol a Pentagram, Witches, a Crucifix, God, but put together what did he get? He couldn't think. He ran from the kitchen and into the Solarium and found his backpack. He opened it and got out a piece of paper and pen and drew the symbol as he remembered it. Even as he looked at it, nothing; he heard the front door open and close.

"Christopher?" Yelled Bianca.

"In here." He yelled back, still looking at the paper. Bianca walked over to him.
"Hey hot stuff." She said, she kissed him on the lips, and pulled back with a disappointed look. "What's wrong?"

"Do you recognize this?" He showed the picture to Bianca. She looked at it for a few moments.

"No sorry, where did you see it?"

"Oh Wyatt's back, it was like graved into his skin."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, he tried to orb but then he fell, he said his power was being drained from it."

"Chris!" She said almost yelling.

"What!"
"Something that drains his power, that's not good!"

"You don't think I know that."

"What are you going to do?"

"I need to find out with this is to destroy it."

"Have you tried a spell?" Bianca asked.

"What spell? I am not good at em."

"Well good thing you got me here, cause I can whip them up in a minute, come on lets go see Wyatt."

"What wait-"
Bianca took his hand and they ran up stairs, and Bianca knocked on Wyatt's door.
"Wyatt, it's me can I come in?"
"NO!" Wyatt grunted.
"Thanks!" She and Chris walked into his room.

Wyatt was laying on standing in his room with shirt off looking in the mirror trying to get a good look at it.
"Hey, I said no!" Wyatt said grabbing his shirt and putting it on.

"Oh please Wyatt, like I've never seen you with your shirt off." Bianca stated, "I think I know a way to get that thing off you."

"Oh really." Wyatt said, "Do you know any manners!" He snapped.

"Wyatt, watch the way you talk to her."
Wyatt rolled his eyes and sat on his bed.
"Look, can I try a spell?"

Wyatt sighed, but then screamed, pained shot up his back once more, but this was worse then the past ones have been. He screamed, the symbol on his back, was now bleeding, and blood was coming out of it. He got his stomach, and Chris lifted his shirt, and Bianca gasped at the scene.

"Bianca do you're spell!"

"Alright, Alright." She said. She placed her hand over the wound and chanted, "Evil placed within this soul, come out now our future goal. What is lost now be found, Leave this body now to unbound." The symbol on Wyatt's body glowed and he screamed once more, a ball of power shot from the symbol and into Bianca and she was thrown against the wall and on top of a table where Wyatt had all his sports trophies displayed.

"Damnit!" Wyatt said has he watched it, he felt another surge of pain up his spine and this one was so painful, he passed out.
"Wyatt?" Chris said looking at him, "Wyatt?"

"He passed out Christopher." She replied. "Come on, time to pull some strings in the underworld."

The two of them shimmered out, and Wyatt laid on his bed unconscious.

(One Year Ago…)
"Chris." Wyatt said as he sat in the empty church. "Everyone is gone. I think the service went quite well."
Chris just sat in the pew with silent tears on his cheeks and he looked at the bible laying open in his lap. He heard his brother, but he didn't want to talk to him.
"Boys." Said Paige from a door on the side of the Church, Wyatt turned and shook his head and Paige smiled, she understood. She walked away.

"Come on man, it's going to be okay."

"No it's not." Chris replied still looking at the Bible. "Its over Wyatt, face it."

"What face? I don't see a face."

Chris rolled his eyes and sat up, the bible fell from his lap and onto the ground. He didn't dare look at the altar of the church to see the white coffin, he walked from the Church.
"Chris, wait up!" Wyatt said going after him, Wyatt sprinted up to him, and put his arm around his brother. "Where we going?"

"How can you been so calm about his?" Chris said turning on his brother. "What losing mom wasn't sad enough for you? What about Aunt Phoebe? Huh, they're both dead! And what the hell you're all calm about this?"

Wyatt didn't say anything.

"If we had only listened to them that day, they might be alive! But no I had to run into that room and not been so stupid they would be alive and we wouldn't be here. We would be at home living our almost perfectly normal lives."

"Chris," Wyatt said.

"Wyatt, no, Enough! I've had it, demons won end of story." Chris the looked passed his brother and to the coffin, "that is the result of good magic, I've had it Wyatt! I've fucking had it!" Chris then turned his foot and walked very fast from Wyatt, he reached the front of the church and opened the doors and walked out. Wyatt leaved out a heavy sigh and he didn't know what to say, Chris was so defeated.

The day was unusually warm for spring, and it beat down on Chris, he saw the crowd of people who where here for the funeral, the crowd saw him, and turned and went to a stone bench around the corner.

"Excuse me." Said Bianca to a woman, and she dressed in her black dress and sprinted over, and she found Chris sitting on the ground crying into his knee's. She stopped, she was going to get help him, but she was not really too good in these situations and she ran back from where she came, little did she notice she ran into Wyatt.

"Bianca, I am sorry." He said.

"Oh its fine." She replied. "Chris uh, I think he needs you."

"Where is he?"

"Right around the corner."
"Thanks." Wyatt sprinted passed her and he found his little brother sitting on the ground by the stone bench.

A demon screamed as he burned in fire, and was vanquished.
"Dumbass!" Bianca said.
"Well that's the third demon we've vanquished when are we going to figure this out?"

"I have one more plan." She grabbed his hand and they shimmered out.

Wyatt still laid motionless and unconscious on his bed. And around his bed three Fallen Angels flamed in around them.
"Our Lord sleeps, are you sure about this." Said one of the Fallen Angels.

"Very sure." Said another.

"Just hold him down." Said the third.

The Two Fallen Angels on ether side of him held his arms and body down. The third Fallen Angel closed his eyes and yelled "In deo speramus, lux et veritas!" The symbol glowed and Wyatt opened his eyes screaming.

"In deo speramus, lux et veritas!" The Fallen Angel said again, and then the symbol disappeared into a ball off Wyatt's skin and hovered into the palm of the Fallen Angel.

"We have his power, lets go." The Angels flamed out. Leaving Wyatt Powerless.