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Future – Underworld Prison
Wyatt Haliwell: he was called by many names. The Tyrant, the Man Without Fear, The Rogue Whitelighter, the Promised One, the Twice-blessed, and the Dictator. But today, as he sat sulking in his filthy, cramped cell amongst demons that despised him with no limit, he went by very different names.
Prisoner. Weakling. Idiot. And right now… hungry.
"Hey, do you have any food?" Wyatt called out, with a trembling voice. He sat in the corner of his cell, hugging his knees.
"Hey you!" This time, he put more force and strength into the call.
"Shut up!"
"Eat your own flesh!"
"Serves you right!"
"How do you feel now, Master?"
All that came back at him were the taunts from his "fellow" prisoners. The Source's guards—Mel's guards, would not budge. They only remained stone-faced and cold.
"Damn you all to hell," he muttered, and sank further down, now looking more like a petulant child.
A sole guard looked back at him.
"Hell's better than your world."
Leprechaun Valley
Cole pulled his oldest daughter towards the forest. He placed Ella in Richard's hands, and left the Council, as it was quickly becoming known as, to its own accord.
The Charmed Ones stubbornly followed the father-daughter pair, each sister for a different reason.
"Dad, I'm sorry, but I need to get back." She refused to look him in the eye. Cole titled her chin upward, and what reflected back him broke his heart.
Her eyes were stained with tears. Genuine, sorrowful tears. They threatened to overcome her eyelids and spill out onto her face.
"Why didn't you say something when you first got here? We could have healed you faster, or done something. What is happening?" Cole pleaded with his daughter in furious whispers, for the Charmed Ones were almost within hearing range. Some things he still wanted to keep private.
"I…I…" she mumbled, becoming very choked up. Mel took a deep breath, and the truth spilled out.
"I didn't want keep living! I hate this world, this time, this life! I need to stay strong, stay smart, and stay alive! People depend on me to make things better! They criticize my methods, and who I am, but they fall asleep at night thanking whoever's out there that they're not me! I just want some peace!"
The Charmed Ones were but ten yards away, and Mel's voice dropped to a whisper.
"I was hoping that no one would be able to heal me, and maybe then I could rest."
Cole felt his very soul sink, leaving a void in the pit of his stomach, he embraced his daughter, and her tears spilled out onto his shoulder. The two stood there, until the Charmed Ones arrived on the scene, completely oblivious to what they were disturbing.
But it's these moments in life, as we witness the ones we love break down, that we have a moment of perfect clarity. That everything seems to make sense, and solution is just lying right in front of you, waiting to be grabbed. It's when you see how some people are losing strength that you discover the answer to the great problem.
Cole had that moment. And despite of all the pain right now, he smiled. Things could turn around...
Very, very soon...