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++a couch is silently scorching away, radiating homely warmth++
Guests: Wow that was a hell of a party, wasn't it!
And what in all the world was that blue green smoke we inhaled? Some sort of new party drug?
ChrissyWx: I fear it were toxic fumes of the burning couch, folks!
Guests: Nah, it doesn't matter…still one hell of a party….
Belen: Does dragons have to clean up behind the boys, even if she doesn't own them?
Guests ++chuckling evilly leaving the mess behind++
ChrissyWx: Come on let us give those sleeping beauties some more of their much needed sleep…!
Touch of the Wind: But I want the new chapter…NOW!!!!!
Belen: So let's hack into Chris computer then.
ChrissyWx: Next time he's going to blow up YOUR couch I guess….
Chapter twelve / part ten (oh no I'm doing it again…!)
The eyes of the young whitelighter moved rapidly under his closed lids, as he floated in a state of semi consciousness.
Through the clouds of his hazy mind the seers' voice pervaded him…
…there will appear the one who will bring back the balance of the forces again
He who will be marked by evil will bring peace for all – darkness and light.
Who ever will try to keep him from his destiny, will damn the whole world to end…
The balance must be restored…
Light can not exist without shadow, nor shadow without light…
So beware the keeper of the holy balance…
As Chris awoke rather unwillingly, the seer was kneeling besides him her chin resting on her chest while her eyes fluttered. Her hands had fallen limply besides her – all in all not so bad he thought as he saw that the remaining demons were eagerly lugging away the fallen rocks, instead of ripping off his head.
Which brought him back to one of his current main problems: his head.
His headache was not gone at all – in contrary.
Chris felt the full blown after-effects of a phenomenon he hadn't experienced in years.
"This could not have been a frigging vision!" He cursed aloud.
The demons only graced him with a quick glance before continuing with their task to unpack their treat. Unfortunately the "candy" they were out to get was the whitelighters family…
The thought sent Chris back on his wobbly legs rather quickly.
"Hey what's wrong with you?" He tried to distract them. "It isn't so as if this is a fucking non-aggression treaty I signed! O.K. maybe I don't like killing demons as much as the rest of my family, but I'm still a Halliwell. Do you hear me…Hal…li…wellllllll!" But it was like talking to a brick wall.
"O.K. fine ignore me, but don't bargain for me to do the same!" He started to loose his temper again, which was definitely bad for his already aching head.
"Shit!" He exclaimed swaying, his left hand seeking for a hold on the nearest wall, while his right clutched his throbbing head.
He thought about the things he'd seen…had it really been a vision?
Chris would have preferred nothing more then to tell himself, that all this simply was one of the strangest dreams he'd ever had.
For such kind of visions you after all needed…
"…blood" He finished almost surprised as he removed his hand from his head, and the still freshly red liquid on his fingers came into eyesight.
"So the prophesized-one, hmm? Beat that, brother!" Chris mumbled with a hint of grim humour.
…
Chris almost jumped as he felt a firm steadying hand on his shoulder. In his heated trials to bug the demons he hadn't recognized the seer coming out of her trance.
As the young chosen by evil whitelighter, turned abruptly around he was met by two eyes that seemed to look deep into his soul.
"You have to be kidding!" Chris reacted provocatively. "OK this is a cruel joke, right? You wanna kill me, then come on and try to get over with it, but spare me your silly mind games!"
"We are not playing, young Halliwell! Didn't you ever wonder why the wound on your shoulder never really healed? Maybe you even felt something. Some sort of energy maybe?"
"Oh puuuhlease! Don't give me that Harry Potter crap right now!" Chris retaliated naughtily, but couldn't help but to move his head as far back as he could to get a glimpse at the gruesome reminder of his brothers' force.
It did not really heal, so much was true.
But power? Come on what should this be? Some sort of twisted attempt to turn him?
He'd never felt anything from this damn wound then pain. Twenty-four hours a day, for such a long time that he didn't really realized it anymore. His body had fortunately found some way to blind it out. As long as he did not think about it to be precise…
Ouch!...Thank you very much for that kindly reminder! You can blow that out your ear, seer!´ Chris thought enraged, absent-minded rubbing his aching shoulder.
"It's because you're not evil – yet."
"You invaded my mind, seer!?" Now the young whitelighter started to get really angry.
"Sorry for that…old habits die hard, you know!"
"Yes, yes blahblahblah! And what do you mean with not evil yet´? I'll never be one of yours!"
"As much as you will never be truly one of them either! Didn't you always felt a bit strange when you helped in your families business…and no, I don't mean any restaurants kitchen…!" She stifled the boys next cheeky comment which she saw coming.
"Hasn't your dad despite of how much he loved you, rejected and deprecated you the very same moment?
It's true; you never really fit in, isn't it so?"
Chris only stared- his face blank – while his mind was a raging storm.
"It's because you are a wanderer between the forces. Meant to be the link, the one to keep the balance in between.
So you can never really be totally evil, that's why you resisted the temptations and threats of the source that long.
Nor can you ever be the whitelighter your heart yearns to be that often…so you'll never be the son your father wishes you to be.
You simply can't as much as you try.
It's because you understand the demons in a way as much as the good ones.
It's what makes you the target and the hope of us all at the same time.
You'll never like the vanquishing as much as a Halliwell should, the same as not even the source will be able to turn you.
But you'll never find fulfilment in working for the greater good, because you recognize and understand the weaknesses and confusions in the good too.
What makes the elders better then the source when they kill although? Sometimes, from an outside point of view, the only difference is the colour of their robes."
"Stop it, seer! You're so sick! Do you really believe that you reach anything with that shit?
I'll always be on the side of good!"
"But at the same time you'll always have to just square everything with your own conscience. You unlike your family will not be bound to any ideology…"
"…You're a liar!"
"Wanna see what I mean? Do you really want to feel what I mean?" The seer said with an oily smile worth of the source itself, while she summoned a little demon girl right in front of the perplexed young whitelighter. A deep frown emerged on his sore forehead.
"What the…"
"Do you see her? She will grow up to be the murderer of your mother. She and her clan will kill her on your fourteenth birthday, because of something the elders did to her family…
Go ahead! Kill her and you'll save your moms´ life!"
Something seemed to freeze inside of Chris. There was his chance to save his mom; to maybe save everything…As on auto-pilot a fireball materialized itself in his open palm while he stared intently at the girl. She didn't even reach his hip and her dark almost black eyes looked uncomprehendingly at him.
She was six years at most, but Chris believed to already find an evil glint in her eyes…
Do you hear yourself, Christopher? ´ He inwardly scolded himself. This girl is six years old. Children can't be bad or even evil. That's something you find only in the movies. Think about your best friend…He's half demon, ever was…And he was in no way different then the other children…´
But here was his chance to stop his life from becoming a living nightmare, his ticket out of his personal hell…
The only problem was that this girl had not done anything now she was an innocent as much as the other people his family lived to protect. Was it her fault that she would be raised to be evil. Was it really? Would any demon ever be able to control his…urge?
The most of the mortal humans could!
The most witches could…Bianca could!
So why shouldn't they too?
You would never turn a hundred per cent demon to be fully good. But why shouldn't they be able to learn?
Where ended "good" and started "evil"? A question he had thought over a thousand times since he'd been a kid.
They killed demons on a daily basis, and called themselves "good".
They just watched half of the world suffering and dying from hunger and poverty, while they celebrated their personal gain rule and still called themselves "good".
Hell, if that was the definition of "good" how much worse could "evil" be to make them stand there autocratically.
The demons were born and raised…well as demons…
What excuse had they? Chris asked himself as the fireball in his hand slowly died away.
"See what I mean…" The seer remarked as she shimmered out with the girl.
"Who was this boy, mommy?" The girl asked as they were out of earshot.
"No one, honey…don't worry about him. You won't see him again for another…maybe fourteen years!"
TBC…