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Well, la-da! Here it is people, the long awaited chapter four of On The Edge. I hope it's enough to satisfy you readers till the next chapter comes out.
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On The Edge: part four
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Sheila Morris stirred soup on the stove with a smile as she prepared her family's lunch.
She was cooking Darryl's favorite; broccoli cheddar, with a dash of mozzarella. She even bought some freshly baked French bread this morning to top off the home cooked meal with a bang..
Humming a small tune she'd sung to her kids when they were younger, she turned the stove off as the soup finished and left it on the burner to stay warm.
Sliding over to the overhead cabinet to her left in socks seemed completely normal to her as she got down some bowls for lunch. She didn't however have enough hands to get the cups, too.
She smiled. Normal problems like this she liked. She could handle those.
Ever since Darryl had stopped helping the sisters, their lives had gone back to normal. Darryl had regained his respectability on the force, her boys were playing sports and doing things that normal kids did, not having to worry about their dad being gone so much, and she could be here, cooking for her family on her days off. Life was grand.
That is, until the doorbell rang.
Frowning, Sheila dropped what she was doing, having not heard her husband coming down the stairs to get the door, and went to see who was there.
She had a nasty shock when she opened the door.
"Hi, Sheila," Paige greeted nervously, holding Wyatt on her hip. Her eyes were slightly squinted against the sun and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth as the woman in front of her remained silent and cold.
"Paige, what are you doing here?"
Sheila hadn't meant to have her voice come out as callous as it did, but she realized how harsh she must have sounded when the girl in front of her winced and restlessly shifted Wyatt to the other hip.
"Sheila, I hate to ask you this, because I know how much you don't like us right now, and I wouldn't unless I had another option, but we really need you to watch Wyatt for a couple of hours."
Paige seemed to deflate after her little speech, as if she had saved up a lot of tense energy to do it. Sheila didn't seem to care at the moment.
"Paige, you know how I feel about you guys right now, and here you are asking me to watch Wyatt, without so much as a forewarning?"
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry but we really need—"
"No, no I am not your solution. What you really need to do is hire your own baby-sitter and stop asking us to do this."
Sheila knew she was being unfair, as the sisters would never ask a random person who they didn't know to watch their magical little boy, but she wouldn't let herself care about their problem. She was frustrated with this whole situation with the sister and wished that things had never deteriorated to this point. But the reality was that it had, and she was not going to put her family at risk to rekindle a lost friendship.
"Sheila, honey, who's at the doo—"
Darryl's voice floated down the stairs and he froze on the last step as he saw Paige. His eyes narrowed when he saw Wyatt.
"Paige, are you here for the reason I think you are?" Sheila heard the edge in her husband's voice and knew he would support her decision for the safety of their family.
"Darryl, I'm really sorry," Paige began, bouncing Wyatt as he started to get fussy. Sheila's eyes softened at the care Paige took with him. "I told Sheila that I wouldn't ask you to watch him otherwise, but we're desperate. Leo won't answer and you're the only ones left that we trust to watch him."
"Paige, what's going on?" Darryl asked, his deep voice wary, but concerned nevertheless.
In Sheila's eyes, Paige seemed to hesitate a moment, before she made the decision to tell them. She had to thank her consideration for at least trying to leave them out of their problems.
"Phoebe had a promotion about Chris, and he's in trouble. We are talking pretty big trouble. We just need you to watch Wyatt for a few hours while we get the situation under control. You know we can't take him to the underworld with us, Darryl." Paige said, looking pointedly at the cop.
Sheila heard her husband sigh and saw him reaching for Wyatt.
"Darryl, no—"
"Sheila, baby, please. It's just watching Wyatt. It's not like I'm covering for them or anything." Darryl soothed, taking a giggling Wyatt in his arms while he tried to convince her without bloodshed.
Sheila sighed, deep and loud, her nostril flaring out in annoyance. "Alright, Paige, we'll watch him. Just come pick him up when you are done, okay?"
Paige seemed to melt with gratitude and thanked them profusely before orbing away. Sheila looked out and made sure none of her neighbors had seen that, and closed the front door.
She turned to glare at her husband, but her eyes drifted to the blonde-haired angel in his arms.
"Hey, baby boy, let's wee what we can get for you to eat, huh?"
Wyatt squeals at her, clapping his little hands in glee.
And just like that, her life went back to normal.
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Fire and energy balls swarmed around him as he tried to dodge them all. The barrage had taken him by complete surprise—he hadn't even sensed any one coming, let alone a small army.
Rolling across the cavern floor to take refuge behind a large boulder for event he briefest of seconds, Chris wondered how he was going to make it out of this hell. His orbing powers were still of no use, thanks to the demon, or whatever he was, from before.
A fireball suddenly struck the wall above him, showering him with rocks and sparks from the tiny explosion. He covered his head as three more followed, each getting closer to him. He'd have to make a run for it and pray he could get the upper hand in the battle before the demons did.
Before he could even move from his position from behind the suddenly crumbling rock, he found himself face to face with a grinning demon with rotting teeth, holding a very large energy ball in his open palm.
The half-angel braced himself for the attack when he suddenly found himself watching the demon go up in flames.
"Chris!"
A man appeared before him, throwing energy balls outside the field of his vision, and he could hear screams of death as demons were vanquished behind him. The brunette in front of him quickly held out a hand, calling his name and urging him to take it.
Another stream of fire flying past them awakened Chris from his daze and he stared up at the man, a name falling from his shocked lips.
"Jordan?!"
"Long time no see, Chrissy! Now get the hell up and help me!"
Chris allowed his friend to pull him up, a fireball ready in his free hand.
Jordan saw the weapon in the Halliwell's hand and whooped, a huge grin coming to his face as an energy ball came to his hand. "Alright! Let the party begin!"
Chris ducked another incoming lethal projectile and threw his own at the offending demon, smirking in satisfaction as he watched the demon go down in flames, taking another of their attackers with him.
Two birds with one stone. Hell, yeah!
He looked over to find Jordan, who had gotten lost in the fighting, but came to his senses in time to flip a demon over his back and doge a following swipe to the feet. The hair-raising feeling on the back of his neck had never let him down before. Waving his arms sharply, he made the demon fly into the wall and impaled him on a sharp rock in the red tinted cavern.
Shit.
While he'd turned to vanquish that demon, another had snuck up behind him, and now had his arms pinned behind his back, so he couldn't use his telekinesis. His fireballs wouldn't work in this situation, either.
Another demon came forward, a malevolent grin on his twisted face as he put a hand on Chris's chest, more towards his left shoulder.
The witch was at a loss as to what the demon was going to do until he felt a burning pain in his shoulder.
The demon was forming an energy ball in his hand, holding it to Chris's newly bared skin and letting it burn, like a slow torture.
The emerald-eyed angel tried to get loose, struggling frantically as his skin started to smolder and he thought he might vomit from the smell. The pain was so intense, an he though he might have cried out, but he couldn't have been sure.
Everything felt a little hazy.
"Chris!"
He knew he heard Jordan's voice, but before he could get his strangled voice to call out for help, everything went black.
Jordan snarled at the demon in his way and pitched an energy ball straight into his chest, before turning to the one at his side and doing the same.
He looked around for Chris, carefully keeping an eye out for the demons that kept trying to kill him.
The horrid stench of burning flesh invaded his nose and gagging never seemed so hard to fend off till now.
He knew that odor like the back of his hand, and it terrified him to know that it was not a demon vanquish he smelled.
Spotting his friend being held fast by a large demon, with another one at his front, laughing and pressing what seemed to be an energy ball against his chest, he called out, letting him know help was coming.
He ran forward, vanquishing demons in his way and dodging those that were too fast to hit. Seeing Chris struggle and cry out, a righteous fury erupted in him when the demon holding the energy ball pulled back his fist and knocked his friend out with a sucker punch to the head.
Still battling demons to get to him, he lashed out at the ones in his way, determined to get to his friend's side faster than he was. He growled when they threw Chris to the ground, and kicked him over to land on his back.
His eyes widened in horror when the demon who had been torturing him took the energy ball still in his hand and chucked it at the witch's prone body. He'd never get there in time to stop it.
Moving faster than he could ever remember moving, Jordan brought his arm back and launched his own energy ball at the one hurtling towards his friend.
Time seemed to still for a moment and he waited with baited breath to see if he had successfully saved his friend.
The energy clouds connected, merging to form a larger one—Jordan thanked God that it was his trajectory that it favored, because a second later, it had changed course and vanquished the two demons who had hurt his companion.
A sharp sting on his arm suddenly brought him reeling out of his thoughts, and he looked to his right, finding blood running down his arms in rivulets where a demon had skimmed his arms with a well placed sucker throw.
Ducking and rolling with a sudden ferocious cry, he came to kneel and let loose an assault of power, knocking many demons off their feet as they vanished in flames, their cries echoing eerily in the dimly lit cavern.
More demons were rolling in by the second, but Jordan dismissed them, crawling over to Chris as low to the ground as he could and avoiding being hit all the while.
"Chris? Chris!"
No matter what Jordan did, he couldn't wake his friend up, and the blood he was losing from the shoulder wound had Jordan a little on edge. Protecting Chris with all the strength he had, even if it meant death, was his life. He loved the half-angel like a brother and he was willing to do anything for him because he knew his friend would do the same. They'd had enough mishaps to know that they could trust each other.
I'll protect you, Chris, you can count on me, brother.
Jordan was fierce, ready to kill any demon that came near. So much so that he forgot the pain in his own arm and weariness in his body and turned to the new wave of demons, preparing to use the last of his strength and energy to send a barrage at the ugly, dark creatures, when they suddenly started exploding.
One by one, and sometimes two by two, they were taken out, more than half of them gone in a minute.
Confused and a little wary of a possible new threat, Jordan turned his eyes to the doorway of the cavern, letting an energy ball take shape in the palm of his hand.
He let it fizzle out in shock when he saw who it was.
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TBC...
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There you are, dear readers... more soon. I have it all mapped out, but with classes it may take a little longer to update than I want, but I promise I won't leave you high and dry.
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