Chapter 6
Little Christopher sat there next to his mother's recently deceased body, dried tears clinged onto his pale face and his rested his head in his hands. There was no point anymore. After all he had done, after all his family had done for the elders they were still not kind enough to protect them from any loss or danger. It was just like when Aunt Prue died. Oh no poor Aunt Phoebe and Paige. He hated the Elders; he wanted the selfish bastards to burn.
"YOU BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW!" He screamed towards the ceiling with all the voice he had.
"I am never going to help you again! Although you assholes probably don't even care." He seethed turning towards the wall and throwing his fist into it, releasing his anger and pain. He looked towards a table sitting in the middle of a dining room and tossed his arm out making the table fly across the room and break apart once it had hit the wall.
"I'm going to kill every last one of those bastards, those filthy demons are not going to get the time to tie their own shoe laces." He alleged speaking to himself but also making it a promise to his mother.
He sat down beside Piper, the salty water still pouring out of his red eyes and held her body. Muttering over and over again about how he was sorry that he couldn't save her, how he was sorry that he was never powerful enough. He moved her hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead.
"I love you too."
A sound of shimmering was set off behind Chris. How dare they? Hadn't they taken enough? Hadn't they won already? He readied his hand to kill the demon but was not quick enough as he felt a sharp, white hot pain plunge into his back. He let out a painful gasp as he knew that it was an Athemay and heard a chuckle as the demon had successfully harmed its target. He felt the warm blood cover his back and then the knife being removed. Everything started to go black and the last thing he heard before dying was his older brother's desperate scream.
"NO!"
And then the vanquish of the demon behind him.