He looked at the clock. Two in the morning. The house was in complete darkness and silence had fallen upon it and even outside not a creature stirred. He picked up a small rucksack and tiptoed quietly across his room to the old oak door. He clasped the rusty old handle and held his breath as he carefully turned it, praying that it wouldn't make a noise.
The door creaked slightly and swung open. He stepped out in to the dark, narrow hallway and breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forwards and the door closed with a click behind him. He jumped slightly before realising what the click was and then continued to step forwards, towards the stairs. He trod carefully so as not to make the floorboards creak under his weight.
He swiftly made his way down the stairs and to the front door. It seemed so far compared to in the light of the day. He stopped briefly, wondering. Was this the right thing to do? He shook the thoughts from his head. After everything that had happened he couldn't stay here. Besides it isn't like anyone actually wanted him here.
He reached out for the door, his hand shaking, and turned the key in the lock before pushing the massive metal handle down. The door opened and he stepped out in to the gloomy night. The wind whistled around him, causing him to shiver slightly.
He locked the door behind him and made his way down the stony garden path to the white, wooden gate at the end. All around he could just make out what things were. He could see a few garden ornaments and a few flowers. At the end of the path he was surprised by something brushing against his arm. He jumped back and put his arms in front of face in fear that he had been caught. Nothing followed. He cautiously moved his arms down to reveal nothing more than a bush, which overgrew the path slightly.
He stood perfectly still, getting over the shock, before stepping back on the path and opening the gate. It squeaked slightly and the noise echoed around him. He turned to face the house one last time to make sure no one was stirring. The house sat in darkness. It seemed to tower above him. The house was only small but it had a high slate roof. It was very different from the house he had grown up in. The Halliwell Manor. Still after everything, his parents had decided to move. He didn't want to think about that now though.
He turned around, heading to the end of the unlit street. He reached a main road which was situated on a hill. He looked one way and saw car headlights coming closer and beyond that nothing more than trees and countryside. The car whizzed by him and he followed it with his eyes as it headed towards the city.
He saw it below him as he stood on the top of the hill wondering which way to go for the best. A thought hit him and his gaze became fixed upon the city.
The city was unwelcoming. Lights shone the way on all the main streets and odd buildings were still in light. The rest was shadowy and mysterious. He was fearful of the city. He knew of the evil that was there. Was it worse than his own home though? He doubted it.
He shivered in the cool wind, which was picking up. It looked like stormy weather would soon follow. He looked to the sky to see grey clouds and the moon peering out slightly from behind them, casting a silvery light around him.
He made his way down the side of the hill towards the massive city that lay in front of him. The cars and buildings looked more like toys and one person nearby looked like an ant from the hillside.
He could hear the odd humming of the cars as they zoomed down the roads in the distance. He heard the familiar noise of sirens which echoed over the city even at this time in the morning.
He wrapped his arms around him trying to keep out the chilly air, but it was little help on such a night. He made it down the hill and began his journey through the city streets. His eyes wandering around, looking at the buildings and remembering the time he lived here. He passed alleyway after alleyway not giving them a second thought until he got to one. He stopped, catching his breath and looked down the rubbish filled alleyway.
Memories came flooding back. "Aunt Phoebe. Aunt Paige," he whispered "I'm sorry." Tears came to his eyes as he remembering the night of which they died.
-Flashback-
"Paige watch out – demon!" Paige turned round to see an energyball coming towards her. She orbed out and reappeared next to Chris. Phoebe kicked fiercely at another demon before throwing a potion at him. He exploded in flames and Phoebe sighed in relief and leaned against the wall for a second before joining Paige and Chris. They stood together.
A few more demons appeared. One threw an energyball at Chris and it hit him hard, sending him in to a brick wall. He tried to struggle to get to his feet, which resulted in him sliding back down the wall. He groaned in pain but Phoebe and Paige had their own problems as the demons surrounded them.
Suddenly he noticed a demon shimmer in behind Paige. He called out but it was too late, as Paige fell to the floor, bleeding badly, with the athame in her. Phoebe fell down beside her to help, despite Chris warning her. Chris crawled across the floor in an attempt to get to Phoebe but his effort was wasted as an energyball hit her, killing her instantly. Chris collapsed and his world went black.
Next thing he knew he was at the Manor with Wyatt next to him and his parents behind.
"Hey, Chris is awake," Wyatt said. Leo began shouting at him, blaming him for what happened. Piper looked upset and said nothing, though it was clear from her expression that she saw him partly responsible for the death of her sisters.
-End Flashback-
Things haven't been the same since. Chris remembered it all like it happened yesterday, though it had been nearly three years ago. Chris was ten years old when it happened. It was the first demon attack he had encountered without all the Charmed Ones being there. He wished he could of done more, but…he couldn't. He didn't blame himself though. He knew what happened, but he wished that his parents would believe him.
Soon after that they moved house and Piper gave up on magic. It has been over two years since the last demon attack and since anyone in the family has used magic. They still have their powers, though Chris was unsure how well he could control his now after all this time, but he didn't dare use them for fear of what his family would say anyway so he tried not to even think about that.
After what seemed like hours, standing looking down the alleyway, he decided to move on. It had begun to rain now and the clouds had become black.
The rain became heavier and slightly stung as it hit him, but he struggled on, determined to get to his destination. Determined to be away from his uncaring family.
A clap of thunder made him jump violently. The weather was taking a turn for the worst.
"Great," he muttered as he sped up slightly. His clothes clung to him and, even though it had only been raining a few minutes, he was soaking wet and the coldness was almost unbearable. He shivered and wrapped his arms round himself more in an attempt to keep dry and warm.
A sudden flash of lightening caused the city to light up like the middle of a sunny, summers day before plunging it back in to the darkness of the night.
Chris began to run through the city streets and before long halted outside a building. He looked up, shielding his eyes from the rain, and read the neon sign on the side of the building. The sign was no longer lit up, the streetlights were little help and the rain clouded his view but he was sure of what the sign said. He smiled slightly and went round to the back of the building, knowing an easy way in.
He found a small window and threw his rucksack through before scrambling through himself. He dropped down on the other side and went in search for a warm, dry place to sleep.
He soon found somewhere and settled down. He liked this place. It had always been warm and welcoming. He knew that no one had been to this place in over a week and that it wouldn't be open again for a while as the owner was taking a break. He soon fell asleep, happy and content that he was safe and hoping that no one would think to go in search for him at P3.