Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.
Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. That's all the author needs, one little review and I'm happy. I started this one when I was near the end of the last episode, "Any Witch Way They Can," and if you don't read the other stories first, this one wont make sense. -Frowns- or at least it wouldn't to me, and that doesn't take a lot; while I'm not stupid, I can sometimes be slow when it comes to some explanations. Aha, which is kind of true. One time I couldn't remember what a door was called, of all things. And I was like "what's the thing called? The thingy with the handle and the frame," my friends just laughed - and looking back on it, I really can't blame them.
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1x05 : Saved By The Spell.
Summary : While Prue deals with the aftermath of her kiss with Caleb, they all must rush to solve a mystery when mysterious happenings and paranormal activity start up at a local hospital. R&R
Chapter Six : Awaken The Fears
Emily rolled her eyes as she walked through the corridors of the hallways, much to her dismay - alone. She hated hospitals; she hated even being in them. To find the ghost however, they had all agreed that it was best to split up, Emily huffed. "Cover more ground my ass; they just want to make me suffer!" She crossed her eyes, how the hell was she supposed to know where Sandy was? It was not as if she had her own built-in ghost detector!
"But do they care?" Emily asked herself aloud as she heard the papers posted to the bulletin board move. "No, no they don't." She said as she frowned. "It'll be easier to find her if we split up," she said in her best Prue imitation. "All we have to do is find her, that's all! They say! Well I hate to break it to them, but I haven't seen a single ghost!" Emily muttered, "Haven't heard a single boo either!"
"Boo!"
"AH!" Emily jumped when she heard the voice behind her and she quickly whirled around and frowned when nothing was there. "This sucks," she said simply as she placed a hand on her pounding heart. Taking a deep breath, she looked around. "Sandy, is that you?" She asked, not caring how crazy she looked then. "If it is, I'm not here to hurt you, okay?" She asked, not getting an answer, she rolled her eyes. "This is so stupid," he muttered.
"This is my home, go away!"
Emily blinked once, twice and then again before nodding. "Okay, I'm not going crazy," she whispered to herself and looked around, only to jump when she seen Sandy standing in front of her, a neutral expression on her face, but her eyes were anything but. Her eyes held a look of true hatred and … well, evil. "Sandy!" She exclaimed, "um, hi! Uh, okay sweetie," she cooed as she couched down to the girl's level. "I'm not here to hurt you; my friends and I are here to help you."
Sandy's face contorted into one of anger as her eyes narrowed. "No you don't!" She yelled, "You're on the doctors' side! He killed me, why are you helping him and not me?" She demanded, her voice rising. "I'm the one that needs help, because of him I can never go home!" With that, she held out her two hands causing all the loose objects in the area to fly up the hall as a gust of wind came.
"No!" Emily denied, "We're not on his side, we just needed to know what happened to you," Emily said calmly as the sheets of paper continued to fly around the hallway. "And we couldn't find you, so we had to go to him." She said simply as she walked towards the ghost, "we want to help!"
"Stop lying to me!" Sandy screeched, sending Emily flying as another gust of wind came. "All everyone ever did when I was alive was lie to me! Dr. Gordon said he would take care of me. That was a lie! My parents said that we would be happy again after my surgery. That was a lie! Everyone lied to me!"
Taking a deep breath Emily pulled herself up so she was sitting down and frowned as she looked at Sandy, "well I'm not lying to you. We want to help." Seeing Sandy raise her hands again, Emily jumped to her feet. "Now you listen to me young lady!" She scolded, sounding much like an upset Piper. "I have had enough of this foolishness; you can't go around killing people or haunting the hospital. Yes, what happened to you was a mistake, and it was terrible, but it is no reason to go after innocent people." She pointed out, "build a bridge already."
"I can do whatever I want, I run this place! This is my home."
"I'm dealing with spoiled youngster," Emily muttered, "I know this is your home," she said sweetly. No need to piss off the ghost. "This is all you know, but that doesn't mean you have to attack all these people. They never did anything to you, most of those doctors are long gone, sweetie." Emily pointed out, "We checked, how many of those doctors are still around?"
"One."
"But it wasn't his fault, he only did the transplant. He had no way of knowing that someone had mixed the heart up."
Sandy frowned as she headed towards Emily. "Not waking up, that was my greatest fear. They all told me I would wake up, that I would be okay, but I wasn't! I had to go through my greatest fear, and now it's time you go through your hidden fear!" She yelled, raising her arms once more and sending Emily into a wall.
Henry Jr frowned as he walked around his mother's apartment, and from the amount of people it was her annual Christmas party. Who would have thought Paige would turn out like that? Everyone had always had Piper pegged as the picture perfect wife. Shaking his head, Henry Jr frowned. He was supposed to be at the hospital, he knew that. But he couldn't orb out.
"What the hell?" He asked as he walked up the hall, only to freeze when he heard sobs. Frowning, he followed the sobs, only to stop when he heard the sobs coming from Callie's room. It used to be her and Ana's room, but when he moved out Ana took his old room. Wondering whether of not he should walk in or leave her alone, he shook his head. "The hell with it," Henry Jr said simply. He never kept his nose out of their business before, so why start now? Besides, if anyone hurt his sister, they were in for it.
Opening the door, Henry Jr frowned when he saw Callie curled up in the middle of her bed in a foetal position holding her teddy bear tightly as she sobbed. "Callie?" He asked softly, but it stuck out like a sore thumb in the silence that filled the room -causing Callie's sobbing to cease as she jumped. "Are you okay?" He asked as he entered her room without permission.
"No," Callie admitted as she sat up and made room for Henry Jr on her bed. "Why are all guys so terrible?" She asked, she looked at Henry. "You're a guy," she pointed out, causing Henry to raise an eyebrow. "I mean, why do all guys lie?" She asked.
Henry Jr frowned, he didn't have an answer to that one. Sighing, he merely nodded and smiled when he noticed that Callie had made room for him to sit down. "Room for one more?" he questioned.
Callie frowned when she noted he never answered her question. "It's a free country, and you're you." She said simply as she looked up at him briefly before turning away. "Not like you listen to me anyway, I believe you once said I was the youngest baby sister so I'm supposed to listen to you."
Taking that as a confirmation, Henry Jr sat down beside her. "So, why are you in here crying?" he asked, deciding to make the first move. Callie and Ana were polar opposites when it came to this. Ana would start babbling about it right away, but he had never been in a situation like this with Callie before. So, it was better for him to make the first move. "You okay?" He questioned.
Callie shrugged in reply. "I've been better," she said, her voice a little husky.
"Do you… maybe… want to… talk about it?" Henry Jr ventured.
"Not really."
"That's okay. We can just sit in silence."
Five, four, three, Henry Jr began to count down. It was only a matter of time before Callie began talking - she couldn't keep her mouth shut for too long. Two, one. "What are you doing here?" Callie asked.
"Um, I don't know," Henry Jr admitted. "I thought I'd come check on you though. So, what's wrong?"
"I found out that guy Ana hooked me up with was only interested in my body." She said, more tears began running down her face as the full scale of what she had learned hit her.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And here I was actually thinking that he was a nice guy who wanted to get to know me. Who I could go out on dates with and share jokes with, and just be with." She sighed heavily. "It's always been Ana that was good at talking with people, but I guess I was just hoping that a guy was interested in me and not Ana."
"Hey, if that's what the guy thinks," Henry Jr began, "he's an ass." He said simply as he draped his arm around his sister's shoulder and pulled her close to him. "Guys usually lie to girls to get in there bed," seeing Callie's look, he shrugged. "Hey, I'm just telling it like it is. Not all of us are like that though; the guy for you is out there."
Callie snorted, "ugh, Henry?" She said slowly, "what makes you think any guy will make it past you and dad and Wyatt and Chris and Grandpa and Victor. And then you have to think about mom and-"
Henry Jr laughed, "don't worry. You'll meet a guy that makes it past us someday." Hearing her sniff, she shifted in his arms and cuddled into him and he rubbed her back. "So, do you want me to castrate the guy?"
"No, I'll be fine."
Henry Jr nodded, but on some level, he could not help but think he had failed as a big brother. It was his job to protect her and Ana, and not just from demons, but from people too and all the other troubles they would have to face. Looking down at the sleeping Callie, Henry shook his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered. His fear had come true. He had failed as a brother.
Prue took a deep breath as she felt a weird … floating feeling course through her body. Squinting her eyes shut, she muttered to herself. "Not again," she pleaded. The last time she felt like this she had ended up in Oz. if she heard one more person going 'follow the yellow brick road' she would snap and kill them. When they had gotten back from Oz she had tried to burn the movie, but Emily had already hidden it. Emily had claimed she had known it was going to happen, which in turn caused Prue to be pissed. Stupid psychics. Sometimes that power just sucked.
Feeling her feet securely below her feet securely below her, Prue took a deep breath but made no movement to open her eyes. She was scared - no, down right petrified - of what she was going to see. Nevertheless, hearing a clicking sound, her body tensed. "Hello passengers, we are now 37, 000 feet up, and it is now okay for you to unbuckle those seatbelts." A perky voice said, causing Prue's eyes to snap open and she was met with the shape of a perky flight attendant wearing a huge smile. "In a few moments you will be able to buy a beverage or a snack, and the pilot would like me to tell you that there appears to be some turbulence up ahead, but it is nothing to worry about." She clasped her hands together, "well, lets work together to make this a good flight!" With that, she closed the blue curtain that closed the kitchen area off from the rest of the plane.
No, no, no, no, no, NO! That seemed to go repeatedly in Prue's mind. Anything but this, this was terrible. This was mean and vindictive, she didn't know how she got on this plane, but she wanted to get off. Demons, fine! Pissed of ghost, she could deal with them too! Hell, send her to Oz again. Prue looked out the window, saw how high they were, and whimpered, anything but flying.
People often teased her; however, this was a rational fear. She was not like her cousins, she did not have the luxury of orbing out if the plane was to go down. If the plane went down, she went done. She had to get out of here. Swallowing she looked to the left of her and smiled at the old woman beside her and took a deep breath. Holding onto the arms of her seat, Prue closed her eyes. Just a bad dream. She thought simply. This is not real.
Feeling the plane shake, Prue squeaked in surprised and closed her eyes tightly. This is not happening. It is only turbulence. She thought to herself, taking a few more deep breaths only to sigh when the plane stopped shaking. "Nervous flyer?"
Prue jumped as she looked to the old woman beside her and smiled sheepishly. "That obvious, huh?" she asked, fear shining in her eyes. Seeing the woman nod, she let out a breath and nodded. "Yeah, I hate it." She swallowed, "being this high in the sky is not how I want to spend my time." She said simply, and I am not supposed to be here, she silently added. She was supposed to be in the hospital helping the others find Sandy, not on the plane. Then again, how did she get on the plane?
The old woman nodded sympathetically, "ah, my dear husband used to be the same way." The woman said simply, "Hubert used to have nervous sweats and everything," she shook her head as a small smile appeared on her face. "It got to the point I had to give him something to make him sleep and then have one of the crew help him onto the plane." She sighed, "He used to sleep through the whole flight," she clicked her tongue. "But I'm sorry dear; I don't have any on me at the moment."
Prue smiled slowly, "no problem," she said through clenched teeth, her smile falling when the plane began shaking again. "So, your husband," she began as she gripped the arms once more. "Did he ever get over his fear of flying?" She asked.
"No, I'm afraid." The woman said simply, "he was on a flight to New York last year to visit our son," she said, wiping away a tear. "The poor dear had a heart attack when they were still a half an hour away from the airport." She chuckled humourlessly. "Such a way to go since he was afraid of flying, right?" She asked looking at Prue, seeing Prue's wide eyes she frowned. "Oh look," she said, "I made you even more afraid," she patted Prue's hand. "You'll be fine." She said simply.
Prue nodded as the plane stopped shaking. "Excuse me," she said standing up and heading back to the bathroom. Smiling at the flight attendant, Prue rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. "Wyatt!" She hissed, looking up to the ceiling. "Chris?" She called, "Henry!" Not seeing the familiar blue and white orbs that almost all of her cousins' possessed, she sighed. "Caleb?" She called out reluctantly, but even then, the ripples never appeared.
Tapping her foot, Prue gripped the door handle as the plane began shaking again. "What is going on with this flight?" She demanded shaking her head; she put her mind back on task. GETTING OFF THIS PLANE. "Aunt Paige?" She called, aunt Paige never let her down before. Surely, she would orb in right away! The orbs never appeared. Prue huffed. Paige was probably with a charge, which made sense to as why she could not hear her.
"Daddy?" She tried; she had to get off this plane. Moreover, her dad, he would not let her down. Even if he were with a client, Coop would heart in when she called. He would be here in a heartbeat! She knew it. No one appeared. "Anyone would be fine," she hissed. "It could be good for nothing Elder for all I care!" She hissed. "Someone just better here and get me off this plane!" She warned.
Not getting an answer, Prue opened to door only to frown when she saw the flight attendant in her face - literally. "Is everything okay?" She asked in her annoying, perky voice. One that made Prue want to shut her up. How could anyone want to be on a plane all the time like that? How could she be so calm knowing that this plane could crash at any moment? "Honey you're looking a little pale," she commented.
Prue shook her head, "no, I'm fine." She insisted as she headed to go back to her seat. As soon as she moved though the plane began, shaking again and Prue went up against the wall and held her breath, narrowing her eyes at the flight attendant that just stood there and smiled at her. "This can't be normal," she muttered.
"Oh it's perfectly normal, honey." The flight attendant assured, "now, the turbulence should be over soon," she said simply. Prue narrowed her eyes, for how long? "So, why don't you take a deep breath and go back to your seat?"
Prue narrowed her eyes into slits and frowned at the flight attendant as she sent her a withering glare. "I'm fine," she snapped as she headed back to her seat. Seeing a teenage boy looking at her, Prue sent the glare his way. "What are you looking at?" She asked rudely. So rudely that the boy's mother sent her an annoyed look and muttered something about Prue not having any manners.
Squeezing into her seat, Prue took a deep breath. "I'm okay," she said simply. "I'm fine," she told herself as she leaned back in her seat. "Are you sure you don't have any of that stuff that you used to give to your husband?" She asked the woman beside her, the one Prue knew was looking at her intently.
"No dear, are you sure you're okay?" The woman asked.
Prue nodded as she opened her eyes, "I'm fine," she said simply, her eyes going wide when she seen Sandy. "What is she doing here?" She wondered out loud, seeing the woman's look she got to her feet. "Excuse me," she said as she headed back towards the door. Pulling the curtain over she frowned at Sandy, "what the hell are you doing here?" She demanded, frowning at the ghost.
"Came to see if you were enjoying your flight."
Prue narrowed her eyes at the girl's question. "You put me here," she declared, seeing a smirk appear on Sandy's face, she rolled her eyes. "Get me out of here," she demanded, "take me back!" She ordered.
Sandy shook her head. "I can't, not yet. I'm not done with the others."
Prue's heart skipped a beat. "What are you doing to them?" She demanded, going to grab Sandy's arm, but she only grasped air. Stupid, damn ghosts. "What did you do?" She questioned, her eyes widened, "please don't hurt them. They never did anything to you." Prue paused as she thought that over, "I never did anything to you." She pointed out.
"That's the problem."
Prue frowned, "what?"
"You didn't help me," Sandy said simply. Waving her hand, Prue struggled to move, but she found she was not in control of her own movements as her legs carried her back to her seat. "Enjoy the rest of your flight!" Sandy called. "What's left of it."
Prue huffed as her legs forced her into her seat. "I hate you," she muttered. Seeing the woman's look, she shook her head. "Not you," she assured, "I hate …" she trailed off. "Never mind," she said. Looking to the back again, she frowned when she saw the curtain was now open and Sandy was smirking at her, her hand on the door. Prue felt her eyes go wide. "NO!" She screamed, causing the other passengers to look at her in concern, others in fear. "SANDY DON'T!"
It was to late. Sandy already had jerked the door open, sending it flying back where it hit the right wing and took half of it away. Hearing the beeping sound, Prue jumped when the oxygen mask fell in front of her. Instantly she pulled it onto her dace and got into the crash position as the plane went into a nosedive.
This can't be the end. she thought to herself.
"Did Someone get the plate off the car that hit me?" Emily asked, cringing as she pulled herself to her feet and rubbed the back of her neck. I need to get Wyatt to heal that later, she thought as she looked around and then her eyes widened. "If she wants all of us to go through our fears then…" She trailed off. "CHRIS! WYATT! HENRY!" She shouted, pacing around the white room she was now in. and she meant white! The floors, the ceiling, the walls, it was all white, and truth be told if Emily was being honest it reminder her of a mental institution. "Well, I very much doubt my fear is me being crazy," she mused. "I know I am."
"But mommy!"
Emily froze when she heard the familiar voice. It wasn't real, she told herself. Despite her thoughts though she turned around and felt her breath stop in her throat as her surroundings shifted into her childhood home and she saw an eight-year-old version of herself standing there.
"Mommy!" (Young) Emily whined, why wasn't her mother listening to her? She wasn't normal; she had already known that, she was part witch. She could see things - things that didn't make any sense to her. Things that she shouldn't be seeing, but the problem was what she saw, it usually came true.
"No Emily," Natasha stated sternly, walking into the kitchen ignoring how her daughter was following her. Her husband wasn't leaving her, they weren't having any problems, so why her daughter was insisting he was, that was beyond her. It was probably some television show that had her imagination going into overdrive.
"But it's true!" (Young) Emily protested, "I know it is!" She yelled, "I know daddy is going to leave us! I know it, but why is he leaving?" She demanded, tears springing into her eyes "is it because of me?"
Hearing the heart-broken tone in her daughter's voice, Natasha turned around and looked at her daughter. Crouching in front of her, she brought her hand up to her daughter's face and wiped the tears away. "Sweetie, you're daddy isn't going anywhere."
"Promise?"
"I Promise"
Emily felt her breath hitch in her throat. That was the only promise her mother had ever broken to her. She had seen things since she remembered, but she had only told Wyatt, at least until she was eight she had only told Wyatt. That had been when she had woke up with tears in her eyes, a likely reaction to someone waking up knowing that ones father was going to leave them. Six months, that was all it had taken. A short six months later, her father had left.
"It was your fault he left."
Emily froze and turned around and stared at the older woman in shock. There, starring at her with a look of pure hatred was a woman with short, curly, blonde hair and brown eyes - ones that were identical to Emily's. "Mom?" She asked her eyes wide with surprise as she saw the older woman walk towards her. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that your father left because of you!" Natasha Simms raged as she advanced on her daughter, "me and him we happy until you came into the picture. Neither of us was ready to be parents, but he was against getting rid of you!" She shrieked, "I never wanted you, I was completely ready to have an abortion!"
"No!" Emily whimpered as she covered her ears with her hands. "No, no, no, no it's not true. This isn't real," she murmured to herself. "This isn't real; you're not my real mother. My mom loves me, she never wanted to get rid of me," Emily insisted.
Natasha snorted, "I only kept you because your father wanted you, and then look what happened!" She snapped, "You drove him to leave and I got landed with you!" Her face softened when she saw Emily shaking her head back and forth, muttering comforting words to herself. "Awe honey," she cooed as she crouched beside her daughter, almost smirking when she seen Emily's stained cheeks. "You've known it was true all along, you knew that he left because of you. You saw it before hand, you asked if it was because of you, and I had to lie to you." She said simply, "I couldn't tell you that that was the truth."
Emily sniffed as she remembered what Sandy had been talking about. She had said everyone had always lied to her, and now she was finding out her mother was lying to her. Blinking, Emily wiped the tears away from her cheeks and looked at her mother with sad eyes. "Was any of it real?" She asked softly, "did you ever love me?"
Natasha Simms sighed and shook her head. "No," she answered simply, smiling at her daughter as more tears streamed down her face. "I. Never. Wanted. You." She said, putting emphasis on the words. She was going to get through to her daughter. She was determined of it.
"THEN WHY DID YOU KEEP ME?" Emily demanded, as she got to her face. "If you never wanted me, why did you keep me? You did have to!" She pointed out, "If dad was the one that wanted me, then why didn't I leave with him when he divorced you?" She asked, the thought of leaving back then scared the hell out of her though. If she had moved back then she never would have been friends with Henry, Caleb, Chris, Kelsey … Wyatt. That scared her.
"Emily, Emily, Emily," Natasha chided as she shook her head. "Think long and hard," she said simply as she got to her feet. "I may be a psychic too, but my powers are nowhere near as strong as yours. You can see days, months, possibly years into the future, me?" She scoffed, "I can sometimes see one day into the future. I had to keep you around for your powers, and being with your father would have ruined you. Think about it, surrounded by all of that love? It would have set you up to believe that the world was fair, I had to have you. Someone had to teach you the reality of the world."
Emily frowned, what she was describing nothing her mother had done. It was the opposite. Her mother had told her that though bad things happened, the future could always brighten. It was always darkest before the dawn and all that jazz. "You're not my mother," she said simply. She was back on her previous train of thoughts. It wasn't her mother, this was Sandy's doing. "My mother loved me; she never blamed me for my dad leaving." She insisted.
Natasha sighed, "Is that so?" She asked, seeing Emily nod, she smirked. "Well if that was the case, then why didn't I ever look at you the same again?" She asked. "You know it's true, after your father left I never looked at you quite the same way." Emily's eyes went wide once more, "I used to look at you like something was wrong with you, and guess what? I was right."
Emily shook her head as she fell to her knees, now that was true. She remembered that much. Once the divorce was final, her mother never looked at her the same way again. Maybe there was something wrong with her. That would explain so much. Her father leaving, her parents hadn't been having problems until she began asking about her vision - about why her father was leaving. Maybe she had caused him to leave. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, not noticing the tears streaming down her face. "I never meant to, it was all my fault."
Chris huffed as he walked through the corridors of the hospital, at least that was what he thought it was. That was what it had been when he had begun walking around, but now nothing but white surrounded him. "This is worst than Up There," he muttered as he shook his head. "Okay, if I was a ghost that was pissed at the hospital and was taking it out on everyone, what would be my next move?" He asked.
"Talking to yourself, baby brother?" A voice asked, causing Chris to jump and whirl around only to let a breath of relief out when he saw Wyatt. Wyatt chuckled, but there was something different about his voice. "Sorry," he said simply, but Chris frowned at his tone. It sounded like Wyatt didn't mean it, it didn't sound like his brother. "So, do you know what the hell is going on around here?" Wyatt asked as he looked around and gestured to the white that was … everywhere.
Chris gave his brother a wary look before shaking his head and sighing. "No, I don't know where the hell we are. One minute I was walking around the hospital, next thing I knew I was walking around in all this white," he stated, his face contorting into a look of disgust. "But wherever we are, something tells me that Sandy is behind it."
Wyatt nodded, "have you come across anyone else?" He asked.
Chris shook his head, "no, you're the only one I've seen." He admitted as he watched Wyatt clasp his hands behind his back, something this Wyatt never did. Brushing it off, Chris sighed. They're the same people, it makes sense for them to have some of the same qualities. Overbearing being one of them. "What about you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow when Wyatt looked at him with a confused expression. "Have you seen anyone else?"
Wyatt shook his head, "no, you're the first one I've seen too," he stated. "As soon as the walls began changing I got the hell out of there and began looking for the rest of you." Seeing Chris' smirk, he rolled his eyes, "yeah I know. I'm a little overprotective sometimes," he said, rolling his eyes when Chris smirked and began looking around.
"Sometimes?" He asked as he paced the white room. "Okay, Sandy put us in here. But she wasn't a witch," he said, tilting his head to the side. "At least not to our knowledge, so that means we have to look at this as just a ghost. Now, it isn't uncommon for a ghost to have the abilities to move things, make contact with others and all that, that's where the idea of a haunting came from." he frowned, "and with years of practice I guess something like this could be possible, but that would take a lot of power," he said to himself. "And a ghost's power usually comes from anger, and from what happened to her, Sandy must be sitting on a lot of rage." He scrunched up his face. "So, the question is, how do we get out of here?" he asked, turning to look at his brother. "What do you think?" He asked, seeing Wyatt starring off into space, he frowned as he walked towards his brother. "Wy? Is something wrong?"
Wyatt let out a jagged breath and looked up at his brother. "Yeah," he said shortly as blue eyes met green. "There is," he commented, and before Chris could ask what it was, Wyatt held out his hand and formed an energy ball and hurled out his brother, not giving the younger witch a chance to deflect it. "You're pissing me off."
Chris coughed as he looked down at his stomach and placed his hand one it, "that hurt," he muttered as he looked down at where he was hit as he slouched up against the wall. He looked up at his brother, "what the hell was that for?" He demanded as he slowly pushed himself up to his feet. "What the hell has gotten into you?" He questioned, not really knowing if he wanted to know. He didn't like the look in his brother's eyes; it reminded him to much of him.
"Nothing has 'gotten into me,' Chris!" Wyatt retorted as he rolled his eyes. "I have never been better," he admitted as he walked towards his brother, an evil smirk on his face. One that didn't belong on the face of his brother wearing the blue jeans, tan jacket and old sneakers. This was the expression that the black clad evil brother had once worn. Something that didn't sit well in Chris' mind.
"Then what the hell was that for?" Chris demanded as he stood five feet from his brother, not keen in moving forward, but at the same time, his heart would not allow him to back-up. Wyatt would never hurt him, but with that thought in mind Chris' eyes darted down to the blood slowly seeping through his shirt, and suddenly he felt himself second-guessing that thought. "Because I hate to break it to you, but overprotective brothers usually don't throw energy balls at their little brothers," he pointed out, as he looked intently at his wound.
"And younger brothers usually don't betray the older one."
Chris froze. "What?" He rasped out as he looked up at his brother, but he didn't like what he saw. Instead of the laid back, overprotective brother that was more often than not dressed in jeans and old t-shirts in front of him stood the evil overlord. Malice and black clothes included. "Wyatt?" He asked, his eyes going wide.
Wyatt smirked, and Chris was forced to watch as Wyatt's eyes darkened as malice appeared in them, and then his hair grew longer into the long curls as his lips curled upward into a sneer. "I haven't felt this good in my life," he commented as he held out his hands and clenched his hands as he took in his darker shades. "I like it," he said simply, looking up at Chris, and the expression alone caused a shudder to go through his body.
Chris frowned and tensed as he looked at his brother, and all the instincts from the other timeline surfaced in his mind. Get out of here; get out of here before he hurts you again. Back up! Chris, however, couldn't move. "Wyatt, this isn't you." He pointed out, his voice wavering slightly. "You can fight it, don't let this control you. You're not evil."
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "There's no such thing as evil," he sneered. "And there is no such thing as evil. I have risen above that, I have seen the way as some like to call it." he said simply, "I am no longer blinded by the good vs. evil morass," he stated, sending a flashback into Chris' mind. "It's about time I saw the truth," he admitted as he snorted and glared at his brother. "I would have seen it a lot sooner if you hadn't gone back and ruined my life."
Chris' mouth dropped as he stared back at his brother. He ruined his life? What about Wyatt ruining his life the first time around, or better yet, how did Wyatt know about the other timeline? Once Chris found out what had turned his brother this time, whoever it had been was going to get a swift kick in the ass. "I ruined your life," he said disbelievingly. "What I did was to save you."
The older of the two snorted angrily, "save me?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes and took a step closer to his brother, the anger burning brightly in his blue eyes. "You didn't save me; there was nothing to save me from. You only prevented me from living up to my full potential; you prevented me from completing my destiny!" He roared, waving his hand out and sending Chris into a wall. "I'm the next king Arthur; you knew it was my destiny to resurrect Camelot!" He pointed out, "you had no right to destroy my empire!"
Chris rolled his eyes and a looked of frustration appeared on his face as he tried to explain things to his brother - as calmly as he could. "Yes, that is your destiny, but what you had built in the other timeline was far from Utopia, Wyatt! In this time you will have your empire, but it will be ruled the right way - by a leader that wasn't, or isn't corrupted by evil."
"I'm not corrupted, I can't be. Good and evil are concepts that don't exist."
"Yes they do, and I know there have been people who have blurred the lines, people that have done the wrong things for the right reasons, and there have even people have done the right things for the wrong reasons - but you're not one of those people. You are good, you were destined to be good. And going back in time, dying for you - it was all worth it. I saved you, and if my life was the price, I would gladly pay it again."
Wyatt narrowed hit eyes an inch, to the point they were nothing but slits. "There is no such thing as good and evil, that path is pointless and will only lead to pain and death. You know that. Power," Wyatt smirked, "that's all there is, that's all it's about. Why can't you just accept that as the truth?"
"Because it's not the truth."
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Yes it is, and the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be. It is time you accept things for the way they are and allow me to rule things as I see fit." He huffed, "to allow me to have the future you stole from me."
"I can't do that," Chris said stubbornly, "you're not evil."
"I know I'm not," Wyatt agreed. "The very concept doesn't exist." He pointed out as he walked over to his brother, and despite his mind's pleas, Chris was unable to move. "All I want is my rightful future, and if you continue on like this, you're only going to get you ass kicked by your big brother."
What else is new? Chris thought to himself, but he shouldn't have allowed his mind to roam like that. He should have kept focused on what was going on around him, because the next thing he knew Wyatt had his hand in and iron grip, and then flipped his younger brother over onto the floor. "Get off," he snarled as he tried to get up, but those thoughts were stopped when Wyatt placed his boot onto Chris' stomach and dug it into his open wound, causing pain to run through the half-Elders body.
"Because you asked me to?" Wyatt sneered as he leaned down towards his brother, "I don't think so. I don't take orders from you," he pointed out. "I don't take orders from everyone, now," he said slowly as he took his foot off his brother. "You're going to pay for betraying me back then, and for betraying me now." He hissed, clenching his hand into a fist as he lifted his brother into the air. "I trusted you in this time, you've told me everything our whole lives, why not about this?" He asked, "why not about the memories? Were you afraid that I would turn, or were you afraid of me?" He questioned.
"I'm … not … afraid … of you." Chris choked out, fighting the thoughts that were surfacing in his mind, but this Wyatt was right. He had told his brother everything, the only secret between the brothers was the one of his memories - but the thought of telling Wyatt seemed wrong in his mind. He couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it. It would hurt his brother, but he was not afraid of his brother. Not in this timeline, and not in the other. The thought of Wyatt turning again though, Chris didn't even allow his mind to go there.
"No, but you betrayed me." Wyatt replied indifferently, "in the other timeline I was all you had left, I was the only one left that could care for you." He pointed out, "Leo," he spat, "never cared about you. He never wanted you."
Chris closed is eyes as he held back the tears as he heard the truth in his brother's voice. That was cold, even too cold for Wyatt. Wyatt had never sunk that low, he never would. It isn't real, Chris thought simply. There was truth in the words, but the fact that it had been Wyatt to say them convinced him that this wasn't real. An illusion that was all it would, Wyatt would never say that to him. No matter how true it was.
"You betrayed me this time around," Wyatt continued, "just like you betrayed me there, it seems to be the only thing you're good at!" Wyatt snarled. He held out his palm and it glowed a blue hue while Wyatt charged another energy ball. "I don't …. need you," he hissed.
Chris swallowed. I don't need you. I don't need you. I don't need you. I don't need you. That sentence repeated repeatedly in his mind, "without me," he choked, struggling for air. "You'd be alone." He pointed out, his hands grasping his throat as Wyatt increased the pressure on his telekinetic hold.
"Better than fearing today is the day you betray me again," Wyatt replied. "And I'll never be alone, I have the others. The only one that fails to see my logic is you. You are the one content on following the witches before us by entering an early grave. You don't understand."
"Wy…"
"Good-bye, Chris. I just wish you could have accept it. This is my destiny. I am meant to be this way, there are some things you just can't change." Wyatt said simply as he released the energy ball and allowed it to collide once again with his baby brother, and once it collided with Chris' stomach; a smirk appeared on his face. With the job done, the surroundings around the two shifted back to the hospital corridor where Chris laid on the floor, bleeding from his wound. Then, Wyatt's body shifted back into a shorter frame, into the form of sandy and she smirked.
"On to the next one," she said simply as she faded away.
Seeing the ghost fade, Chris took a pained breath and felt his body curl up into some odd form of a foetal position. "Wy…" he called again. He had known that what he had seen wasn't real, but it was one of his greatest fears. So that was what he was banking on. Sandy was making them live one of their greatest fears, and if they got hurt in their 'fear' then they got hurt for real. And to him, that sucked. "Wy… it's … not real." he only prayed that even now his bond with his brother was strong enough.
Caleb frowned as he walked around the white room, "this sucks." He said simply, "okay Caleb think." He paused in his pacing and frowned, "okay, C squared isn't here to help," Caleb said, smirking at the name he had called Chris as a teenager. It wasn't his fault! The kid was a nerd back then … still was.
"You were walking," he said slowly, "and then the walls all shifted and then the next thing I know the walls change and I'm in this white void." he frowned, "so, no doubt in my mind that Sandy is behind this, but what is she doing?" He asked.
Hearing someone whimpering, he froze. "What the…" he trailed off and broke off into a jog towards the sounds, only to freeze when he saw Prue. "Prue," he whispered in shock at the sight of Prue sitting down on a couch throwing pictures into a bin where fire could easily be seen.
That was when the place shifted into Prue's apartment and it was easy to see that this was a few years later, the place was more mature, and from the looks of things Prue had recently held a baby shower. There was baby clothes and toys everywhere. "Why did you do it, Caleb?" Prue sniffed and looked up at him, "why?" She demanded.
Caleb frowned, he was at a loss. He didn't know what was going on, but Prue was mad at him. Well, at least that was the same here. "Do what?" He asked, but that seemed to be the wrong thing to say because Prue waved her hand and sent him flying backwards. "Prue!" He said sternly as he pulled himself to his feet. "WHat the hell has gotten into you?" He asked.
"What the hell go into me?" Prue hissed, "what the hell got into you?" She demanded as she got to her feet and stalked towards him. This wasn't the Prue he knew, this wasn't the sweet part-cupid. This Prue was different, her hair was shorter, but her face looked worn. Her eyes were also red and pffy - she had been crerying. Whoever had made her cry was going to pay.
"What do you mean?"
Prue rolled her eyes, "you really don't knoe?" She asked in a disbelieving voice. Seeing Caleb shake his head, she sighed and rubbed her face tiredly. "I can't do this anymore, Caleb." She said simply. "Six years ago when we had that night after we llost Kelsey, we got together." She asid simply, "and you swore you would never do this."
Caleb frowned, six years ago?
"You swore you would never hurt me," Prue continued as she looked up at him with hatred in her eyes. "You swore to me, but when did that change?" She asked, "when did you become like him?" She demanded.
"Like who?"
"COLE!" Prue yelled. Caleb flinched, and Prue shook her head as she began pacing. "You know what he did to my mom, you know how he turned into the Source - he let his demon side loose. He was half demon," she said through clenched teeth. "Just like you, but I over looked that." She snorted angrily, "God I must have been stupid. All you demons are the same," she shook her head. "It was only a matter of time before your demon side won over." She sighed sadly, "I was just to blind to see it coming."
Caleb's eyes went wide, he would never let that happen. He had sworn years ago he would never let his demon side loose. Then he thought about it, Cole had probably sworn the same thing when he fell in love with Phoebe. "Prue, I don't know what you're talking about." He said honestly.
Prue snorted, "you wouldn't." She said simply, "you haven't been around recently to know what I'm talking about." She sighed, "Caleb you've been gone for three weeks. Three weeks. And you were in the Underworld!" She narrowed her eyes and a vase was thrown into the wall. "Damn it," she hissed as she looked at the broken porceilin. "Caleb," she said slowly. "I think you should leave, you're not safe to be around when you're letting your demonic side take over."
"Prue that wont happen!" Caleb insisted. He wouldn't let it, that was his deepest fear. Being like Cole, hurting the people he loved. The Warren line had trusted him from the beginning, and after all the trouble his father ahd went through to save him from that life - Caleb couldn't let it free. He wouldn't. "I would never betray you all like that."
"You did!" Prue snappred. "And I can't do this anymore. I thought you were different than Cole, I knew how mom felt when he turned." She laughed, "and she warned me. When you asked me to marry you," she said, causing Caleb's head to perk up. He and Prue as a couple? They could make it work? "That day," she continued. "She warned me, told me all about how she thought Cole was the one for her, and about how she felt when he became the Source and she was forced to vanquish him. But you know what?" She asked, "I told her not to worry. I told her that you weren't Cole, that you would never be. Who was I kidding? It was only a matter of time before that side won over."
Caleb covered his ears with his hands. "No," he whispered. This would never happen, this was a trick. This was Sandy's doing. It had to be. "It's not true," he said simply, "it's impossible!" He exclaimed, looking up at Prue with pleading eyes. All he saw was a glimmer of sympathy, something that looked like love, and worst of all, he saw fear. "Please Prue, it's not true!"
"Mommy?" A voice called from the door and Caleb turned to look at the little girl in the door way. She looked to be about three years old, and looked almost identical to Prue. The three year old stood a frown gracing her delicate features. She had Prue's colouring and her bouncing raven curls, dimples, but it the eyes that had caught Caleb's attention. The child had brown eyes, but they weren't like Prue's. they were the wrong colour to be like Prue's, they were however like his.
"Yes, sweetie?" Prue asked, but she never took her eyes off of Caleb. "What is it?" She asked, "aren't you supposed to be in bed now?"
"When's daddy coming hom-" the child never got to finish her sentence, instead she noticed the man standing in front of her and her face broke out into a huge smile. "DADDY!" She shouted as she ran towards Caleb and wrapped her arms around his knees and hugged his legs. "I misses you."
Caleb's eyes went wide, but he couldn't believe it. He and Prue were married, and they had a daughter. their daughter. yet he had given that up to let his demon side out? That didn't make sense to him. He had always wanted a family, and if it was destined to be with Prue - he could live with that.
"Caitlyn," Prue said, bringing Caleb out of his thoughts. "I need to talk to your daddy, can you please go to your room?" She asked, but it was an order. Caitlyn knew it was. "I'll be there in a minute, but I need to talk to him."
"Otay mommy," Caitlyn said tightening her hold on Caleb's legs. "Love you daddy," she whispered before releasing her hold on his legs. "I love you," she said, and with that she shimmered to her room, causing Caleb's eyes to go wide.
Prue rolled her eyes, "she's your daughter," she said simply. "Her being able to shimmer shouldn't' surprise you that much," she said. "Leave," she said. "I can't do this. You're evil now," she sighed. "No, no you're not." She disagreed with her own words, "you are a good man. But I will not put her through this. You are a threat to her every moment you let your demonic side rule you. I can't put that at risk. Leave. Now."
"Prue-" Caleb began.
"No Caleb, you're a demon. You're evil," Prue pointed out. "You've always been evil, you will always be evil. It would be better for everyone if you just stopped fighting it." She said as she stalked out of the room. "Come back again, and I will be forced to use the vanquishing potion," she said as she placed it on the shelf before heading after their daughter.
"It wont happen," Caleb whimpered as he fell to his knees. "I'm not evil," he said, "I swear I'm not." With that the surroundings became the hospital again and Caleb stayed there and cried, trying to ignore the voice in his head. "I wont be evil."
"You already are."
Wyatt shook his head as he found himself walking through the manor with no memory of how had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was walking around the hospital for Sandy, and then the next thing he knew he was walking through his childhood home. However, in all his years as a witch, Wyatt had learned that it was best not to question these things. Not if you weren't sure you wanted to know the answer, but Wyatt froze in the parlour when he saw it.
Blood.
There was so much blood.
It was everywhere, all over the couches, the walls the floors, and looking down, Wyatt saw it on his own hands - literally. "What the hell?" He muttered out loud as he looked around. There were scorch marks marking all the walls and the furniture, at least what was left of it. What wasn't scorched black was in pieces, tiny pieces. Then all the pieces fit - "demons." He said his eyes going wide as he whirled around and bounded up the stairs two at a time. "MOM! DAD! MEL!" He called as he ran up the steps.
Reaching his parents' room first, Wyatt barged in without a second thought, and what he saw made his veins run cold. "Mom, dad," he said, his voice thick with emotion as tears sprung into his eyes. There his parents laid, in there bed looking peacefully asleep in there beds, and if it wasn't for the scorch marks marking their chests, they could have easily been asleep. "Bastards," he muttered. They hadn't even had the decency to fight them; they had killed them in their sleep when they were defenceless.
He couldn't stop and check on them though as his mind flashed to the other occupant of the house. "Mellie," he whispered fearfully as he whirled around and ran past his old room and Chris' old room and right into Melinda's room. Barging into the bright, yellow room his breath hitched in his breath as he seen her lying in her bed, her eyes unfocused and glazed over as she struggled to breath. "Melinda," he whispered as he ran over to his sister and lifted her off the bed and then slowly fell to the floor, holding her in his lap. "Mellie, hey you're going to be okay." He promised as he went to heal her, but the glow didn't appear. "What..?" He questioned, he didn't understand. It worked every other time, why not now? If anyone appeared then and began sputtering about it being her time, he would kill them! With or without his magic. If it came down to it he would strangle them with his own hands.
"Wyatt?" Melinda asked, her eyes no longer glazed over as she peered up at her brother and smiled sadly at them. "I didn't see them coming," she said simply, "I managed to blow one into the next world though," she said cheerfully as she began coughing. "Wyatt," she said slowly, "are mom and dad okay?" She asked.
Wyatt shushed her as she brushed the hair from her face, "they're fine, Mel," he said, lying through his teeth. This was his greatest fear, going home to find his family hurt or dying. The worst part was the fact that there was nothing he could do about it. "They're just checking the house, making sure no one else is here or hurt." He smiled, "mom's on a rampage."
"Sounds about right," Melinda whispered as she took a pained breath and closed her eyes. "I'm cold," she whined, and instantly she felt Wyatt tighten his hold on her and pull her closer to his body. Smiling when the heat flooded into her body, Melinda sighed. "Thank-you, Wy."
Wyatt frowned at the statement, it was so wrong. She was dying! She was dying and he couldn't save her, but here she was thanking him. That was wrong, she shouldn't be thanking him. This was his fault, he hadn't been here to protect them. This was his fault. His fear was coming true. "I'm so sorry, Mel."
"You have …. Nothing … to be … sorry … for," Melinda insisted with what little life she had. "This wasn't .. your fault." She pointed out, "you can't be here all the time." She whispered as her eyes began closing again, "everything happens-"
"Say everything happens for a reason and I'll kick your ass." Wyatt warned, frowning when he felt Melinda's body go limp against his own. Fear striking him he pulled his sister away from his body, stared into her eyes, and shook her shoulder. "Mel?" He asked his voice straining. "Come on Mel, I was only joking." He said, tears pooling in his eyes. "No," he whispered, "no, not yet." He murmured as he held her closer. "Mel, just hold on a little longer."
"Wy," Melinda choked as her eyes fluttered open and she starred into Wyatt's tear filled eyes as he looked down at her. "I…" she trailed off and Wyatt leaned down closer so he could hear her pain filled whisper, "I love you." she coughed, "this wasn't your fault."
With those final words, Melinda Victoria Halliwell died. Shaking his head as Melinda's body went completely limp against his body, Wyatt let his tears spill from his eyes and he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled the scent of her strawberry shampoo. "I love you too." He whispered, rocking her back and forth in his arms. "I'm sorry."
Wyatt didn't know how long he sat there rocking her body, but when he heard a loud creak come from the attic his whole body tensed and he looked up to the ceiling. "You'll be avenged," he whispered into Melinda's ear and then he lifted her up, placed her on her bed, and closed her unseeing eyes before he walked out of her room and then made his way up the stairs to the attic. He did not know if his powers were working, he did not know what he was going up against, but it did not matter. All that mattered was the thing that killed his parents and his sister.
Entering the attic Wyatt froze when he saw the familiar black cloak. He should have know, the Source. Who else would have been bold enough to attack like this? "You," he snarled, his lips curling up into a sneer. "You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!" He roared as he stalked towards the Source.
The Source smirked and turned around to look at Wyatt, "funny you say that." He commented, "Emily said the same thing when she walked in to find me finished off the half-demon and your brother," he chuckled as Wyatt froze and his eyes went wide before narrowing into slits. "You're all alone Wyatt," he said simply. "I haven't' killed the others yet, but it's only a matter of time." seeing Wyatt's look he shook his head in mock disappointment. "Now Wyatt, you really didn't think the body count was going to begin and end with Kelsey, did you?"
Grounding his teeth together as he glared at the Source, Wyatt replied. "No," he said so low he could barely hear it as he spoke. He couldn't think about what the Source had just admitted to. He couldn't think about all his family being gone. Not now, he had to avenge them. Moreover, to defeat the Source he needed a clear head. Taking a deep breath, he looked away. "Why are you doing this?" He asked.
"It's all about power; it's as simple as that." The Source said simply. "And I want dominion, but that wont happen with you all around. So I took action, I got rid of my competition so now I have my chance. But don't worry, when I'm done I promise to turn the manor into a nice museum to show the world about the great power you all came from." He said looking around the attic, "the power you posses." He looked Wyatt in the eyes and icy blue eyes met icy blue eyes. "The power I defeated.
"So it's all about power," Wyatt commented, shaking his head at the Source logic. The idea of the manor being turned into a museum for people to gawk at sounded so wrong in his mind, and it made him sick. "So," he said slowly, swallowing to keep himself from throwing up. "Whoever has the most power wins, is that it?" He asked, but he knew from his last confrontation with the Source that they were evenly matched.
"Very good, Wyatt." The Source said, clapping slowly as he applauded the Twice Blessed. "You are so much better at this game than Chris was, he didn't like that answer." He said simply as Wyatt threw him a loathing glare. "Emily,' he said, shaking his head as a sick smile appeared on his face. "She didn't like that answer either," he admitted, almost dancing with glee when Wyatt gritted his teeth.
"Neither do I." Wyatt growled, the hold that his hear held on his heart growing as he stared at the Source. The Source had already admitted to killing his parents, his siblings and Caleb, and threatened to kill the rest of his family. But he didn't say what he had done to Emily, and that scared him. A part of him didn't want to know, but another part needed to know. "Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Emily," Wyatt growled.
"Ah, the sweet psychic," the Source sneered, licking his lips causing anger to surge in Wyatt. "Well, she's around." he said vaguely. "However I don't think it is best to rush that reunion," he said, "now, how about this? You go on and live your merry little life, I take over the world, and you look in the other direction?"
Wyatt narrowed his eyes. "I think you know me better than that."
"Damn it, you were doing so well!" The Source said as he sent Wyatt a grim look and waved his hand - effectively sending the Twice Blessed witch flying into a shelving unit. "So, how does it feel?" He asked when he heard Wyatt groan and attempt to get up. "Knowing that you - the might Twice Blessed - couldn't save his dispictavle family?"
"Got back to hell," Wyatt hissed as he held out his hands and sent a blast of energy at the Source - effectively shattering the window - but the Source flamed out before it could hit him. Getting to hi feet Wyatt readied an energy ball in his hands and waited for the Source to flame back in. a few seconds later, the Source didn't disappoint. The sight that Wyatt saw made his blood run cold. "No," was all he whispered.
"You know, I was thinking she would be more difficult to deal with," the Source admitted as he lifted the body up higher and forced her head in the direction of Wyatt, "but it appears that spirit isn't everything." He smirked, "I told you it was all about power, and while she is powerful, offensive powers just arent her thing."
Wyatt swallowed and took in the battered woman in front of him. The Source had one arm around her shoulders to keep her up right and he was using his other hand to hold her chin - forcing her gaze on him. What he saw, it made Wyatt want to be sick, that wasn't the Emily he knew. Her broken body was bruised, and dried blood was all over her body, and from the looks of things it had come from several open wounds she had on her body. Even her eyes, they were empty as she watched Wyatt. "You bastard."
The Source smirked, "that I am," he agreed as he threw Emily to the floor, laughing when she coughed and tried to get up. "What can I say?" He asked as he watched the psychic try to get to her feet. Meeting Wyatt's face that held a look of disgust and hatred - all directed towards him - the Sourec smirked. "I said she had a lot of spirit."
Wyatt gazed into Emily's familiar face, ignoring the smirk on the Source's face. At least for now, all that mattered was Emily. He had lost everyone else, he couldn't lose her. "Emily?" He called, smiling sadly when her head turned slightly in his direction, but she made no sign that she knew who it was. Her face usually lit up when she saw his face, but now her expression was stony, and her face was lifeless. "I'm going to get you out of here."
The Source smirked, "I wouldn't make promises I cant keep," he said simply. "You also told Chris you would be there to protect him," he pointed out. "Where were you when he was calling your name?" He asked, "out with a female companion perhaps?" He said, almost dancing when Emily winced at that. "He put up a hell of a fight, you would have been proud of him, Wyatt." Seeing Wyatt lock his jaw, he decided to lpough on. "And Miss Simms, too. The moment I killed Chris in front of her though," he shook his head. "The fioght left her," he said simply. The Source sighed, "if only they had liked that answer. I almost felt bad. Almost."
Wyatt went to attack, but was propelled back as the Source sent him across the room. But that wasn't stopping him from getting his shot in. while he was being thrown through the air Wyatt charged an energy ball and hurled it at the Source - effectively hitting the Source off guard. Which in turn sent him flying into the opposite wall.
Coughing, Wyatt slowly got to his feet and went to attack the Source again but he had Emily in his grasp - hit hand securely on her throat. "Don't!" He shouted, "she has nothing to do with this. Your vendetta is with me and my family, not her. Let her go." He tried to bargain, but the Source's blue gaze was cold. It was really cold, even for him.
"You made me do this."
Then it was like slow motion, the Source held out his hand and conjured an Athame and then plunged the blade into the psychic's chest, causing Emily's eyes to widen in pain and shock. "No!" Wyatt yelled as the blade was retracted from Emily's body and then she was released from the Source's grasp and she fell to the floor. Bloodied.
Blood.
Wyatt felt like he was going to be sick.
Blood.
There was so much blood.
There was so much blood that it was the only thing in Wyatt's mind. He didn't notice the Source flame out, and he didn't notice that his legs were carrying him to Emily's side. Kneeling beside her, Wyatt held back the tears as he lifted her into his arms. His injuries didn't matter, only Emily. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so sorry."
"Not … your … your fault." Emily said slowly.
"Yes it is."
"….Wy…."
Wyatt froze when he heard the familiar voice drift around the room, in his mind. "Chris?" he called, looking around for his brother. His brother was dead though, the Source had said so. He couldn't even sense his brother, that mean he couldn't be alive. Smoething in his mind told him that he was though. It would take more than a surprise attack from the Source to kill his brother, and looking down at Emily, Wyatt's mouth formed a thin line. It would take more than that to kill Emily too, he decided as he looked at the now limp body. Caleb - he had been with them also. Three of them against the Source … it wasn't likely all of them would be killed.
"Wy …. It's …."
Wyatt frowned, "what Chris?" He called looking to the ceiling, "What is it Chris?"
"…not real…"
Wyatt frowned, 'it's not real.' that was what his brother had said, so closing his eyes, Wyatt held Emily tighter to him and swallowed. It wasn't real. This wasn't real. He trusted his brother and if Chris said this wasn't real, this wasn't real. He had to believe in that. Chris had never lied to him before.
Feeling the room around him shift, Wyatt frowned as he looked down and saw that he was once again in the hospital, alone. Looking at his body he winced seeing that his injuries was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Emily's bloody body was gone, and opening his mind - a smile appeared on his face when he sensed all his family. They were all fine. Even then though something was amiss, there was something in the back of his mind telling him something was wrong.
"Chris." He whispered and orbed out, not once seeing Sandy in the shadows starring at him with pure hatred. He didn't have time, he had to help his brother and then the others. There was no time - he could sense them all. If they weren't hurt, they were in distress. There was no time to waste. They had to know it wasn't real.
AUTHOR'S NOTE : Hey, I'm sorry about the wait, but it was the holidays and I went to visit my family and I didn't get a chance to update. And it was killing me, I knew this was going to be a long chapter before I even began writing it, but I couldn't start it. Then I didn't get back until last night, so I had to write this all today, but then I had to work on this thing for school. I know, it's the holidays and I still got work! But here we go, the seventh one is going to be up in a few days. Here my favourite one was Chris' dear, although Prue's made me laugh. I plan on having this story done by the beginning of next week sometime. Promise! Happy New Year! Please review.