Disclaimer:

Chris: Mmmmmmmmmpf

Wyatt: Trying to say something little brother?

Chris: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPF!

Wyatt: Oh, are we a little speechless now? How sad!

Chris: +rolls his eyes+

Wyatt: Ahhh that's better.

So now (before my little sleeping spell on dragons wears of +sneers+)

Here's the official sources disclaimer:

THE WORLD IS MINE AND MINE ALONE TO THROW IT INTO DARKNESS AND DESPAIR! SO YIELD TO ME YOU TINY WORTHLESS READERS!

WYATT!

Wyatt: Fu..! Finally awoken!

YOU WILL RELEASE YOUR BROTHER INSTANTLY! AND FREE HIM OF THAT STUPID GAG! OR I SWEAR YOU…

Wyatt (+pouts+): But I don't wanna…It's that much fun..!

I warn you mister! I've already got my finger on the delete key. What about Charmed without Wyatt from now on!

Wyatt: OK, Ok! You're no fun today!

Oh wait till I tell your mom!

Now can we at least go on and over with this…It isn't too hard, isn't it?

The longer you quarrel the longer it takes to get on with the story. So will you now do the disclaimer, before anyone stops reading?

Both: (+shaking their heads in stubborn silence+)

So it's my job today, however…

They don't belong to me! If they would, I would be able to teach them some manners right now.

Both: (+stick out their tongues+)

No comment! (+glares+)

Chapter ten / part three:

The arrival at the headquarter was not the smoothest. Wyatt had dropped Chris unceremoniously at the dining room with the order to stay there till he would return for dinner. Bianca was dismissed, so Chris was left alone. This could be a trap, but Chris was willing to at least make an attempt.

+One step closer to our aim. I hope that we now get more to see++Chris stated all business to Serena. He wasn't willing to discuss what he'd seen and went through before. His feelings and thoughts were only his own.

+When I'm back we should seriously discuss what to do about the "children-thing"++This would hopefully stop Serena's further questioning.

Next thing Serena saw was Chris walking to the door.

+You are not seriously trying to go on an unallowed walk through the headquarter at bright daylight, don't you++She said stern.

She got no answer and was relieved, as Chris found the only door locked. But she knew that Chris had opened many locked up doors with less then the here kindly supplied cutlery.

Less than a minute later Chris was spying out of the now open door. The coast was clear for now. He had to get out of this tract of the building where as it seemed, mostly civil rooms were located. They needed the location of military evident parts of the complex, like security installations, the command central, or the cell blocks, anything that kind.

As inconspicuous and naturally as possible, he walked down the deserted corridor. The guards would faster react to uncommon motions, then to some innocent looking and blatantly incautious teenager. This moment of irritation would hopefully made the decisive seconds between being shot and being able to flee when he was confronted with his brothers guards.

If Chris´ sensing and empath powers weren't hamstrung he would have sensed the danger which was building up behind him much earlier. The young whitelighter wasn't used to walk around without his powers, so he was shell shocked, that someone could have come this near him without being knowledged. As he slowly turned, two demons stud only a few meters away from him. He flicked instinctively his hands to send them into the nearest wall. The demons brought out a broad canine laughter as nothing happened.

"Shit!" the boy exclaimed as he sought safety in flight. He was only meters away as one of the demons flamed in before him. He was trapped and the assailants approached quickly. The demons exchanged glances, before the one behind Chris started to speak: "Should we kill him now, or first teach him a lesson – make him feel what our tribe's brothers felt as they killed them?" An evil and angry glance appeared in the eyes of the second demon, which resembled in contrary to his companion more to a wild animal then a human being. His grin widened, and bared a row of razor sharp fangs.

Ice-cold showers ran down Chris spine, while the two demons came to a mute agreement. But they would not get him that easily. With or without powers, he was at least a Halliwell and would deliver them a hell of a fight.

The next second the human looking demon lounged at him, to bury his athame into the boy's tensed body. Easily he disarmed the demon with one pinpoint powerful kick which made the demon fall back.

With friendly greetings from my aunt Phoebe´, Chris thought. The whitelighters triumph was short cut as he recognized a deathlike grip of sharp claws slice his shoulders. He felt blood running down his back, and was only able to deliver some weak kicks as the now once again risen demon started to punch him with all his anger.

No´, Chris thought, this will not end like this, not as long as I can keep my eyes open!´ With one desperate cry that echoed down the empty corridors, he ripped himself free. The power he had mobilized was almost more than human and took the aggressor, who held him, totally by surprise. The boy was free now but had paid his toll. Deep gashes ran over his shoulders and down his shoulder blades. In a lightning motion Chris tried to reach the extinguisher, which surely had remained at the wall from the buildings former human owner. Wyatt only laughed about such, in his opinion silly human inventions. Wincing from the excruciating pain the movement aroused in his back, he took the extinguisher out of its socket at one jerk.

The demons not knowing what Chris held in his hands prepared for the impact of the strange weapon.

They were not prepared to be blinded by the white powder that shot out of the small hose and hit the human-looking demon right into the face. Chris turned immediately to the second demon as the beast jumped on top of him, knocking the boy down while his only weapon slit out of his hands and out of his reach. Chris head hit the ground hard. His vision started to blur. He could hear only the far away cries of the demon he got rid of as he felt sharp fangs embedding into his neck, ready to end his life.

"Stupid, stupid kid..!" was the last thing he heard before his world went black…

TBC…