Disclaimer:

Not mine? Are they homeless now since today the last episode goes on air. (hats down everyone, and silence fore a minute of grieving.)

I would let them in ( they could use their clean-up spell a bit. Hehehe! Piper would cook for me, and Chris...he would... OK lets stop this here or I will have to upgrade the rating to "M" just because of the disclaimer.

So everything stays the same:

They are unfortunately not mine!

Chapter nine: I wouldn't dream of it! (Part one)

Chris was ripped out of his thoughts as he heard turmoil in the refectory.

Muffled voices sounded through the closed dormitory door…

"I give a damn about what the boy wants. Have you seen these burns? They will get infected! I would be happy to get the one who did this to him in my hands."

With that Max stormed into the office, Carry on his heels. "Max what are you doing?"

"I call the ambulance and then contact the police. "

"No!" Chris cried as he heard the voices from the office. Instantly he orbed away.

Chris didn't really care where to orb, as long as there was no one around. He ended up in a giant abandoned fabric hall, where he slowly slid down with his back at the cool, red brick-wall. The hall was empty. Every sound echoed under the roof truss, which was visible trough, the almost complete broken down first floor. No one had been here for decades. Some doves had made the old building to their comfortable home, but the appearance of the young whitelighter in blue-white orbs caused them to leave through the wide holes in the roof. The bottom of the hall was covered with bricks, and dry leaves, all mixed up with dust and pieces of broken glass of the once beautiful, high bowindows. The whole scenery had something of a hoary ruin of a cathedral.

Chris was tired.

He could not longer keep his eyes open. This was all just so unfair. Why was it always him who was let down from everyone? The boy was in pain and felt fever rising into his head.

No one would get him out of here, NO ONE! He would stay here and wait for everything to end. They didn't trust him – alright. So don't. It will go to cost everyone their sorry lives.

Maybe he although had done it and saved Wyatt with his last fight. Who knows, and at the moment it didn't matter to him. Everyday he had risked his life for his family and the whole damned world. And what did he get for it – more pain, hatred and mistrust. He was done with that.

Chris crouched up into a little ball and waited for the sleep to come and get him.

He didn't care anymore for the nightmares.

They could not be worse then the reality…

… "Victor!" Sixteen year old Christopher shook his grandfather gently. Then more violently as he showed no reaction. " GRANDPA!" the kid screamed heartbroken as it became more and more clear, that the old man, who was lying battered in his blood before him, would never open up his eyes again. Desperately the boy reached out to find a pulse on his grandfather's neck – there was none.

He sat there - sat there motionless holding his grandfather. No sound escaped his throat, the same as no tears left his glassy eyes.

While rocking his grandpa gently, Chris eyes wandered unsteady through the room.

He said once again good bye.

Good bye to a loved person that had given him support and love since he had lost his mum.

Good bye to the place that became the closest place to a home throughout the last two years.

And finally to the last bit of normal life he had known.

His eyes fixed on some painting on the faraway opposite wall of the room. He tried to focus his eyes. There were letters.

Chris stared in shock as he could finally read the letters painted to the wall.

THEY PAY!

Was the simple message that told the desperate young whitelighter everything.

Wyatt was furious!

He was angry about his denial to join him and most of all about the fact that the resistance had managed to liberate the boy. Although they had destroyed his headquarter within the action, despite all his magical and non magical security measures. They had undermined HIS powers.

And now they had to pay.

But wait, what did he say "THEY"

"Oh my god!" Chris cried. His brother was out for his whole family, that Chris was now sure of.

He would destroy everything he had left.

Chris would not let this happen, no way. The thoughts began to race in his mind.

Who would be next? Paige? Phoebe? He himself? No, Chris was out of the list. Wyatt wanted to torment him, so that he would at least give in.

So Paige or Phoebe? He could only guess.

Phoebe lived after his mother was murdered withdrawn at magic school. She had almost lost her mind at the grieve over her big sisters death. It was the second sister she had lost and she was determined to spend the rest of her life with the search for inner peace through meditation. She only sparely saw her youngest nephew. He remembered her to much on the things, that had happened on that terrible day two years ago, let alone that his frames resembled his mothers in an almost painful way. Chris was deeply hurt as his aunt at that time didn't take over the care for her nephews. But she wasn't even able to take care of her own daughter anymore. The girl lived now with her father.

The same thing with Paige. She had moved into Richards's house and bound her powers permanently. She still tried to forget, that she ever was a Charmed-one. She was always worried about Chris. Whenever he needed anything - Paige was there.

But none of his aunts was able to fill out the painful gap; the loss of his mother had left.

Now both women would be easy prey for Wyatt.

Chris felt that he was never in such a big dilemma. A false decision could cost one of his aunt's lifes.

Eventually he decided for Paige.

Phoebe seemed to be relatively secure at magic school. There were so many witches, whitelighters and sometimes even an elder around, that Wyatt would hopefully take the school at his last strike – the big one!

Chris stroked the cheek of his dead grandfather one last time, covered him affectionately with a blanket and then started running.

He ran for his aunt's life. If he could only find a bike or something. But there was nothing useful around - only the shimmering heat and the asphalt. Everything seemed to melt away around him.

Chris knew that he would not hold out his speed for long in this heat. So he decided to take the sewer-tunnel-system instead of this burning hell.

He used to know almost every tunnel and tube since he had decided to stay within the resistance permanently. It was not easy to find his place there with the name "Halliwell".

Well, he had friends there and had helped them wherever he could, but it was a whole different thing to live and hide with them. His everyday life had become an eternal struggle for acceptance. But he had to endure this; he had to stay hidden to protect his family.

As Chris now saw: Staying away from them had not helped in any way.

The coolness and half-darkness of the tunnels he was now in, helped him to move faster. He turned left and reached some metal ladder embedded in the brickwork above him.

It led him to a heavy drain cover. Chris lifted it carefully and checked out his surroundings.

No one!

This was strange. On his whole way to Paige he hadn't even met one demon. It was as if Wyatt wanted, that he reached his aim?

He climbed out of the hole and recognized satisfied that he was only a few hundred meter away from Richards house.

The silence was lurid.

Cautiously and extreme tensed he made his way down the street and entered the house.

The same picture: No security measures.

First he found Richard. He lay motionless at the hall-floor. Carefully Chris neared himself to the still form and sighed relieved as he found him to be unconscious but alive.

Out of the living-room he heard dimmed sounds. Chris moved forward just far enough to have a small view into the room without to be seen.

There was Paige sitting in one of the armchairs surrounded by two women. The older one stud relatively indifferent behind his aunt while the younger one paced before her. The young women, or rather girl, Chris thought, had now turned her back to him. Chris decided to take care of her first.

He would take advantage of the surprise effect and hoped that Paige would give him her assistance.

Once again his hopes and plans were destroyed…

"Ahh, I sense our guest has arrived that early! " The older women spoke up leaving her cold spectator part.

"Come in and join our little gathering, Christopher", she said acidly sweet, while she put an athame against Paige's throat, threaten Chris silently.

Paige seemed to be in some sort of trance. She was totally out of it.

Why is she so defenceless? Chris thought as he slowly entered the room.

Chris remained standing next to the door, his body still tensed and ready to assault or flee. He hadn't made a decision yet.

The older witch however had come to a decision…

"So, Bianca" she spoke to the girl in a now icy voice "time for your first killing!"

The eyes of the girl widened.

She had expected to kill someone who would be a threat to anyone, someone who gave her a good fight.

That was what she was trained for-

What she was born for!

She had expected to fight a charmed one-

Not THAT.

The women before her had no powers and showed absolutely no resistance.

"That's your job!" she tried to convince herself.

She looked with sad honey-brown eyes at the boy, who had to be part of her first assault.

The cruel master had expressly ordered that the kid had to watch.

At this moment Chris tried to make his move. He jumped forward, but in no time the older woman had shimmered behind him and he felt himself yanked back and an athame to be pressed against his throat now.

Why did Paige not move? He thought desperately.

"Do it NOW!" the elder women ordered.

"Please no!" was all Chris was able to whisper.

He cursed his stupid helplessness. The young whitelighter was still weak because he never took the time to recover from the incident in Wyatt's high security cell, and in his current state of shock the rest of his damned powers seemed not to obey him.

The girl watched the young whitelighter.

He was so desperate so…

"No!" she said suddenly.

"What do you mean with "No"?" the other women asked seemingly not as cool as she was the whole time before,

"I won't kill someone that innocent and defenceless!"

"Do it now! She will die anyways! If you won't do it – I will! Remember the consequences!" she shouted angry.

But the girl stayed firm and Chris couldn't help himself but to admire the strong willed pretty girl.

The kid saw the chance to break out of the stranglehold as he felt the women loosen the pressure of the athame on his throat, distracted by the heated argument.

He started to struggle out of the women's grip while moving his body away from the sharp blade.

This only earned him a slight cut into the side of his neck. He instantly stopped his struggle as the pain shot through him, and he felt blood running down his collarbone.

"Stop it now or ill cut deeper", he heard the witches evil whispers breathed into his ear.

The whole scenery seemed to be frozen for a moment. No one moved or even blinked.

It became obvious that the girl would not change her mind.

"Damn it Bianca that means back into train camp for a really loooong time…or worse!" she fumed.

The older witch hit the now again squirming Chris hard with her elbow into his stomach, which made him tumble over in pain.

"Hold him! "She ordered angry and pushed the boy over into the girl's grip that was surprisingly strong.

"I'm sorry, I tried" Bianca whispered to the trembling boy, while she twisted his left arm behind his back. Chris felt his air supply almost stopping as Bianca put her right arm tight around his throat. She held him fighting at the edge of unconsciousness. While she pressed him down with her whole bodyweight.

The boy tried to scream and wind as the older women emotionless ended his aunt's life.

Turning with a blank face, she grabbed Bianca's arm roughly.

Chris felt the girls grip disappear and fell hard to the ground as the two women shimmered away.

The boy remained on the ground gasping for air. He suppressed his minds demand to simply break down.

He knew he had to stay strong to protect his other aunt, but she was so far away…

…

TBC...