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Wyatt: Hey bro, what are you doing with the book of shadows?
Chris: I'm looking for a lead what happened to dragonsflyfree. She's kinda strange lately. I mean all the evil stuff she writes…all the cliff-hangers...
Wyatt: Know what you mean –the reviewers are recognizing too already.
Chris: And I swear she's up to something. Every time I come into the room she falls silent, and all the talking on the phone…that's really bad. I swear it!
Wyatt: Don't you think you are overreacting? I mean she don´t owns us, so what can she really do! I think the last chapters were just kind of stressful for you.
Chris: Says who? The concerned older brother or the source of all evil?
Wyatt: Now you are mean!!!
Chris: OK, OK! Maybe I'm a bag of nerves right now, sorry.
Wyatt: So what about we go out tonight?
Chris: All right, I'm in!
….
They are gone! Everyone get in…Ready for the surprise party???
Touch of the Wind, ChrissyWx , Belen, (…put in your own name -here…), Tia, Carry, Max…are entering the loft trough the backdoor.++
So be quiet everyone they should be back any second…
….
Chris: Someday you will forget your head anywhere. You should be happy that it is screwed on, brother. So go get your purse…
Wait Wyatt!!!…something's definitely wrong here…dragons should be at home….look - all lights are out! I bet this is an ambush!!
Wyatt: Bullshit…It's Saturday night, I think she went out too.
Chris: No way! She promised to take care of the two kittens ChrissyW.x. brought around. She's absolutely crazy about them…
Chris starts to enter the loft carefully, hands poised to blow up everything…++
Wyatt: Chris stop!
Suddenly all lights go on++
Everyone: Surpr…!
Chris fires a huge blast in absolute shock…++
Everyone: …ize! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
dragonsflyfree: NOT MY COUCH AGAIN!!!!...
Chapter twelve / part nine
…If the charmed ones ever had doubts about Chris´ ancestry – now they were sure.
Piper felt her heart miss a few beats as she saw her youngest seemingly fearless walk towards the armed to the teeth demons.
What was he doing?
She wanted to scream, but no sound came out of her fear constricted throat.
The first of the demons was raising his weapon, a huge battle axe, smirking in confidence of their victory.
Piper wanted to stop her son, who only raised his hand instead of seeking safety in flight.
She wanted to throw herself onto these beasts, that threatened to take away her just found son from her.
Suddenly all the constrictions in her throat seemed to be washed away and all her pain, her fear and anger found their way out of her in one scream:
"CHRIS!"
But afterwards she fell into a sudden silence.
A deep, droning vibration seemed to float out of her youngest hand, straight into the caves stone ceiling.
Piper watched in shock as an avalanche of rocks suddenly rained down on her son.
He'd brought the caves ceiling to collapse into a thousand pieces…
…
…As he was starting to regain consciousness a painful drumming in his head seemed to set in.
The grand orchestras' ensemble that was playing Stravinsky twelve tone music in his ears was at least symphonic. And not less than three little manikins in his head were playing the timpani.
Chris felt like his brain would burst every moment now.
As his vision started to clear together with his mind, he remembered what had happened.
The recall made him sit up abruptly. "NO GOOD IDEA!" screamed his head and was backed up by his stomach which sent up sudden waves of nausea.
So his plan hadn't exactly turned out the way he'd thought, but the result was as far as he could see quite satisfying anyway.
The demons were locked behind a wall of heavy rocks, the young whitelighter had detached by blowing the ceiling. So far everything had worked out the way he'd planned it.
What he had definitively not planned was the stubbornness of these silly rocks.
Chris had tried to jump out of their way in time, just as one of them had hit him.
Carefully he felt for the goose egg that would surely decorate his forehead by now and groaned as his fingers came back into his vision coated with his own blood.
Looking out for his family he came to two basic realizations.
Number one´: He had saved his family by parting the cave with a currently insurmountable bulwark of fallen rocks.
And, what brought him straight to number two´, he'd managed to lock up the remaining demons.
But, as he very slowly became aware, the only bad (and with bad thanks to his unfailing Halliwell-luck he meant REALLY bad) thing was that he had managed to lock them up with him!
Great Christopher Halliwell, just great! Only a stupid dork like you could jump onto the wrong side of the front-line!´
His throbbing head only espoused his self-scolding. Yeah, I deserved that! Stupidity hurts, would Wyatt call it´
But first things first.
The demons came gradually back to their feet. The first two of them were instantly blown up by Chris.
"First my sonic waves now there goes moms' favourite power!" He spoke out aloud; fully aware that he had lost it the instant he had used it in this hellhole.
"O.K. no time to whine, survival mode Chris!"
How the young whitelighter hoped that the power stripping in this goddamn cave was a reversible effect.
The next three demons were not long in coming.
After they had lifted a ridiculously heavy stone from their leather clad bodies, they simply shook of the dirt and attacked instantly.
There for sure is a good side in being dumb.
You don't loose time in planning, you just act on instinct´, Chris thought.
But the demons luck only lasted so long…
While one of the trio scored by ripping Chris shirt into peaces, which earned him a "hey that was one of my favourite shirts", Chris fenced off the others swords masterly.
Hurry and finish them up, the next bunch is approaching fast!´ he told himself.
Two fast feints paired with a breakneck dive under the razor-sharp blade of the biggest of his opponents finally ended the unequal battle.
One inch deeper´ Chris thought and I would have to wear a nice little short cut hairstyle… or never ever needed a haircut again.´ He added with a cold shudder. But luck seemed to be on his side again as he vanquished eventually the last demon with his sword from behind.
Chris looked frantically around for the next onrush that must have reached him by now – but nothing!
He ceased his eyebrows once more in confusion, looking at the demons that stood at the opposite wall. Thunderstruck was the word which would describe their expressions correctly.
But why?
O.K., he wasn't the easiest prey, but with their great mass they would have finally overpowered him.
A murmuring between the demons kept growing louder…
Suddenly the masses parted and left an aisle for a hooded figure, which appeared really tiny besides the huge fighters.
"Are you the prophesized one?" A deep but feminine voice asked out of the impervious depth of the figures cloak.
Prophecies, that was more of Wyatts´ kind of things, thought Chris. He was the more realistic type. What came would come, and every action caused a reaction - Something turned his brother, he would turn him back. That was his credo.
"What do you mean?" He asked nevertheless.
With that the woman lowered her hood and walked towards Chris who in response took a few steps back till he was stopped by the wall.
"You…you're a seer!"
"Not a seer, dear boy: THE seer!
But don't worry even if I am the sources seer, no harm will be done to you. Not if you are who I think you are!"
And with that she touched Chris bloody forehead tenderly as a feather.
Chris´ legs gave out under him and he slowly slid down the rocky caves wall as his eyes rolled back in his head...
TBC…