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No, you just can't keep it, boys!
Wyatt: But it's homeless…
Chris: …and sooooooo small. You wont even notice its here!
Ohhhhhhhhh yes I will!
Wyatt: Awww, you are so mean. Look how it looks with its sad puppy-dog eyes.
Chris: Come on! We just moved in in our new home. We have more space than everyone of us needs. What speaks against a pet?
I just said no! It's not right and basta.
Chris: +mumbles to Wyatt+ let's hide it somewhere…+aloud+ OK, dragons, you won! We bring it back….
Good boys!
…ten minutes later:
Dragons runs into the living room putting out a huge fire with the fire extinguisher.
What… chough…the hell happened here…cough?!
Wyatt: It wasn't our fault…
Chris:…it just got out of control someway!
WHAT got out of control? Were you two experimenting on new potions again?
Wyatt: No…ehm…it was…the pet.
HOW OFTEN DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! DEMONS ARE NO PETS!
Both: +guilty+ We know!
Chris: But it's so sweet! Look at its little snout and those big round eyes…
Yeah together with a long tail with razor sharp spikes and its ability to spit a 5 foot long fire-blast. And that is only as long as it is still a baby.
This is a FIREDEMON – not a puppy dog or a kitten! Its going to be as big as an elephant if its grownup…
I know I don't own anything around here, but I vow to invent a nice fireproof cell for the two of you instead of this comfortable loft for you two to live in.
Chris: I think she's really pissed this time…
Wyatt: What did you expect? We just burned down half of her living room…
Chris: But…
NO BUTS, MISTER!! Go find this…this….creature a new home and then you'll spend the rest of the weekend with cleaning up that mess!
Wyatt: Let's take the little one back down to the underworld, brother.
Chris: But I liked Cuddly…!
Cuddly??? This thing is going to bite your head of someday!
Chris: Now you are exaggerating!
Exaggerating? EXAGGERATING! This sweet little puppy just ate up half of my couch Chris!!!!
Chapter twelve / part eight
The dagger had already sliced the fabric of the young whitelighters shirt as the short blade together with the whole demon still holding its handle was thrown away.
Paige had sacrificed her last power with a brilliancy no one would have thought possible in the heat of the fray. The overtaken demon was hurled with his still raised weapon straight into his evil comrade-in-arms sword. He was impaled without the time to stop his own stabbing movement himself.
Both demons stared unbelieving in the other ones eyes before they widened in apprehension. The cognition only lasted for the fraction of a second, as both of them burst into flames.
Chris looked with sad recognizing eyes at his aunt, feeling the weight of one invisible item more on his never ending bill of things he owed his aunts. She'd relinquished one of the most favourite things she owned for him.
They were on this suicide mission solely because of him. And if it came to the payment of all his debts he cut a lousy figure. In the end he hadn't even been able to save his aunts life in the future.
He was weak.
Not weak because the greater good had not granted him the gift of enough powers – no he was weak on his own choice, weak because he lived the same silly dream of normalcy his mother once had.
A luxury no Halliwell ever had the chance to have.
Why didn't his ancestors write down such things into their precious book of shadows?
But there was this part in his personality that must be a very dominant in the Halliwell gene pool that screamed for such a normal life.
And these thing most people think of as a matter of course became for those anguished souls their own private nirvana.
Normalcy – How simple, yet so unreachable.
And now once again his dreams of even the slightest bit of it – to have an unharmed body, were shattered and his mom and his aunts were about to be paying the price together with him for his inability to say no to the irresistible offer of normalcy, his family had made.
Why in all gods names had they to find out who he was?
Was he really that cursed? Damned to tear everyone down into misery with him?
A low increasing growl and the pounding of many feet jerked him abruptly out of his depressive thoughts.
Shit! The reinforcement was coming.
And it wasn't their reinforcement.
"Any suggestions future-boy?" the now newly power- and defenceless Paige called.
And really, Chris had already an idea to stop all of the demons from their assault at once.
It was just a temporarily one and his mom would surely kill him afterwards for the stunt he'd planned, but well…wasn't that kind of his part in the whole family? Saving the day and at the same time pissing everyone off?
In front of his inner eye he could see his future family nodding their heads enthusiastically.
"But come on, that's what you love me for!" he mumbled to the fading images.
Speaking of going insane…!
"Chris! Anyone there inside?" Phoebe gave her words emphasis by waving her hand in front of his face.
"Yeah! I have a plan. Just trust me and stay put!" Was all he said as he ran, much to his family's horror, straight in front of the at least twenty furious demons, that were ready to rip the boy into peaces.
The whitelighter waited patiently for the hordes to approach. With closed eyes he sensed for the right moment…
NOW!
The demons were only a few steps away, the charmed ones staring shocked at the scenery.
The boy raised his right hand slowly and in absolute concentration over his head…
"CHRIS!" was the last thing he heard…
TBC….