Post by Astral Echo on May 3, 2006 13:40:29 GMT -5
The Start of a New Beginning
Written By: Daniel Taylor
Sword of Justice By: Joseph Taylor
Power is my Life By: Daniel Taylor
Theme Tune By: Ana Johnson – We are
Casting By: Daniel Taylor
Starring:
Wes Ramsey ~ Wyatt Halliwell
Drew Fuller ~ Chris Halliwell
Marisol Nichols ~ Bianca Phoenix
Colton Shires ~ Young Wyatt
Nick Benson ~ Young Chris
James Reid ~ Victor Bennett
Chapter One:
A boy around the age of 10 sat on his bed with his legs hanging over the end, he has a sword in his hands you see a picture above his bed and it is signed. Wyatt Matthew Halliwell it is the picture of the sword he is holding, under the picture is an inscription in Latin Mucro of Justicia (Sword of Justice)! He sits up and swings his sword above his head and then voice can be heard over the top.
“I shall kill with this sword, the wicked and not the innocent for they shall die for what they have done, feel the pain they have caused and it is that pain that they shall feel for all eternity. The blood on my blade is the blood of the evil, the blood of hell! I shall not feel that pain as I am serving justice, for I am true to my beliefs and my beliefs stand united till the day I die”
The scene cuts out to a second room and again a boy but this time slightly younger with dark hazel brown hair. He is sitting on his bed but unlike the first boy he is upright and his legs hang over the side he is doing weird, mystical and magical things with is hands. Balls of white and blue lights are in the palm of his hand that then take the shape of an object and then vanishes again. As he does so another voice is heard in the background this is the sound of a young child.
“The power within me is my power, the power I use to protect innocent and rid the world of evil. For my power is stronger than any solider, fighter, warrior. My power will protect my city and my city is my oyster and my oyster is my life! My power will save my kingdom, palace, castle. I have the power of a god or am I the god of justice anyway? Justice is a part of me and I will protect that anything of any goodness. My power is my oyster and my oyster is my life!”
Blackout
In the corner of San Francisco sat a deserted, old and empty building that used to be a great, popular club that now just stood still. It had been trashed by monsters over ten years ago and hadn’t changed since. As you entered you saw tattered, ancient posters of now mostly broken up music bands. And as you walked down the steps to the main area of the club all that really was left was the bar, broken glass and trashed tables and the own artifact of the building, the sign. P3, but even that was broken and just lay almost placed leaning up against the wall. In the center sat against the bar, a young, brown haired adult around 20 just looking through a old box of photo’s. You could almost see the tears in eyes as he flipped through the photo’s some had three sisters pictured and some a family of four. But all of a sudden he stopped, it was the photo. There were three women looked rather like sisters, then you had quite an old bloke in the middle and at the bottom two young children knelt down in front. A tear rolled down his cheek and for the first time you notice the clothes he is wearing, a torn hoddy, tattered jeans and his shoes are like ones of a tramp but you know he can’t be by how well his hair is kept but even that is greasy. And to make matters more dramatic three demon like creatures shimmer into the place and surround the boy, he gets up and stares.
”What are you doing, boy?” One of the demons asked staring at him from head to toe and as they look down they see the box and the pictures that is now scattered on the floor. “And that” The demon grunts pointing at the box “What is that?” He asks.
”None of your business!” The boy replies looking the demon in the eye, a grin now is across his face as if he was planning something.
“It is very much our business it belongs to us, does it not?” Another of the demons cheekily asked clutching his fist.
’What if it is, what if isn’t?” The boy smartly remarks back at them they laugh at him but the grin just stays. ”We’ll have to take it back I guess” The demons replies again with another laugh.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” The boy cockily asks the demons looking at each one in turn nodding his head and they all turn to look at the boy.
“By force, but it doesn’t have to be that way?” The demon on the right of the boy replied, “Just hand it over” The one of the left added.
“What would he say about that?” Said the boy pointing behind the demons and they all turned, he quickly held out his hand “Table” He shouted and blue lights appeared around the table that lay across the room he flung his hand towards the demon in the center and the blue light flew at him and table appeared and hit the demon in the face sending him into the stairway. The other two demons turned back to see their partner fall down injured they light two balls of fire and throw them at the boy that stood between them, he ducked and the fireballs hit the two demons and they exploded with a holler in flames. The other pushed the table away and got up, he eyed up the boy and the boy still holding out his hand shouted “We can make this easy, go or die!” The demon just laughed and replied “You think I’m going to walk out on a fight, think again” The boy then shouted “Knife” And blue light flew at the demon and when the lights faded a knife could be seen pieced in the demons chest. He screamed and then like his friends he vanished in flames. Clapping could then be heard from within the dark and then out walked out was another young adult but he had a long wavy hair and was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers.
“I’m impressed Chris, never knew you had it in you?” Said the other boy pointing out that the boy that had just killed them demons was named Chris. “Wyatt, never expected you so soon” Chris replied pointing out the other boys was named Wyatt. “Lets just say Grandpa paid me a little visit” Wyatt answered walking towards Chris but then stopping. “What did you do to him?” Chris shouted looking up at him.
“Nothing looks like you had done enough, what’s going on?” Wyatt replied looking Chris in the eye.
“Why would you want to know?” He asked “When did you become so interested in my life?” He added.
“I’m your brother Chris, that’s what they do?” He replied sternly looking at him.
“No your evil, the brother I knew died along time ago!” He grunted turning away picking up some of the photo’s that were scattered across the floor. “You were always the stubborn one, as I said what did you do?” Wyatt asked again. “Lets just say life with Grandpa isn’t so good as it used to be!” He replied not even looking at his brother. “Well anyway, what is in that box” Wyatt asked trying to look around Chris. “As I said to your demon friends, none of your business!” Chris shouted “They must be mine too, they came from the Manor didn’t they” Wyatt replied “What if they are, what are you going to do kill me!” Chris grunted as he turned to his brother “I’d love to stay and catch up but I just don’t feel like it” Chris added and he bended down to the box and orbed out.
Blackout
In the Underworld Wyatt was sitting in what was once the Source’s throne a Phoenix, Bianca one of Wyatt’s closest allies walked in. “Your brothers still a threat and we should take him out like we planned to years ago” Bianca interrupted walking up to the throne that Wyatt was slouched in, Wyatt just turned his head and stared her in the eyes “Where did this come from?” Wyatt asked staring deep in to here eyes. Bianca just laughed at his measly attempt to cover up the meeting that happened between Chris and him. “I was there Wyatt, I saw it all you went weak in the knees and showed him your strongest weakness” She replied with disgust. “How dare you spy on me and then question my ability of interrogation!” Wyatt spat back at her standing up from his chair “I’m here to point out them things to you” She viciously replied and Wyatt waved his hand sending her flying into the wall of the lair. “If you ever speak to me in that tone again I will have your neck!” Wyatt spluttered he then walked down to her and grabbed her face “And don’t bother coming again, you’re not welcome” He added and then shimmered out leaving her to heal her wombs.
Chris slammed the door of his grandfather’s apartment and pulled a beer out of the fridge, his jacket an jeans were both torn as if he has been in fight. He jumped and slumped into the couch and turned on the TV. It was the 10 o’clock news and they were half way through a report when the presenter screamed as a sound of flames could be heard. The presenter then went flying across the desk and Wyatt appeared on the screen. “I’m watching you Chris!” He boomed and Chris threw out his hands and blew up the TV.
“Piss off will you, just leave me alone” Chris shouted getting up and throwing the can of beer at the wall and orbed out. A old man with light grey hair walked out of another room and into the Living Room. It was Victor Chris’s grandfather, he sighed at the state of his living room, he picked up the can and put it in the bin and went back into his room.
Chris orbed into the Manor attic, it was dark he looked around and no one was there, it was quiet. He walked up to the glass windows and up to a stand that had an old, tattered Book on, the Book of Shadows. He flipped through it and then closed it in anger, the attic door that had been closed flung open and a shadowed person walked in. As the figure came into the light it uncovered Wyatt, he smiled and stood still looking at his brother Chris. “If you want the Book you should just ask,” said Wyatt sarcastically Chris just looked up and gave him a stare. “Go to hell” Chris replied and looked back down at the Book “You really think I’m going to leave the Book open for the taking” Wyatt snarled, Chris just brushed the hair from his face and smiled “If you want a fight Wyatt then come on” Chris shouted and a wall of electricity appeared in a ring around the Book and Chris. Chris orbed but came flying back to the ground as the force field refused his exit, Wyatt gave an evil laugh. “Nice trap isn’t it” Wyatt smartly remarked and Chris got up brushing himself down “A few adjustments made them perfect for what I wanted” He added. “Let me go you bastard!” Chris shouted, Wyatt went up to the cage and laughed. “Love to brother but I’ve got other business to attend too” Wyatt replied and he then shimmered out leaving Chris alone in the crystal cage. A laugh held on but Chris’s was interrupted by his thoughts.
He found himself about twelve years into the past where he was around eight years old, he was in the attic leant up behind a door with another boy about a year or two older. They both held each others hands you could here banging and roaring from the other side. The other boy had his eyes shut and stood up “Chris get up” The boy said and Chris replied “But the demon will kill us” Younger Chris complained “Just trust me Chris, please” The other boy pleaded still with his eyes closed, younger Chris shuffled away from the door with a trembling lip and tears in his eyes. The other boy held up is hands and opened his eyes the door exploded and the demon on the other side exploded in flame. “Wyatt you did it” Younger Chris shouted getting up and hugging the other boy that you now see is younger Wyatt, Chris’s brother. “It will all be okay Chris” The younger Wyatt replied hugging his brother with a smile on his face.
Chris came out of his thoughts and looked up at the ceiling and then bowed his head and began to cry, meanwhile in the Underworld Wyatt shimmered in. “What took you so long, eh!” Bianca asked walking out of the shadows “You, I thought I told you to never show you face again” Wyatt roared staring at his ex partner in crime “Don’t worry I was just going” She smirked and started to walk out, Wyatt flung out his hand sending Bianca into the wall she screamed “Bastard!” She screeched before flaming out. Wyatt went over and slouched into his chair and looked up at the ceiling. He floated into old memories like his brother he had a flashback to about ten years ago. He appeared next to a boy two years younger than him they both held each other’s hand you could here banging and roaring from the other side. Wyatt had his eyes shut and stood up “Chris get up” The boy said and a younger version of Chris replied “But the demon will kill us” Younger Chris complained “Just trust me Chris, please” Wyatt pleaded still with his eyes closed, younger Chris shuffled away from the door with a trembling lip and tears in his eyes. Younger Wyatt held up is hands and opened his eyes the door exploded and the demon on the other side exploded in flame. “Wyatt you did it” Younger Chris shouted getting up and hugging Wyatt, Chris’s brother. “It will all be okay Chris” The younger Wyatt replied hugging his brother with a smile on his face. He came out of his thoughts and put his head in his hand and whined slightly before getting up and walking out of his lair.
In the Manor Chris lay in the crystal cage still with his eyes fixed on one point when flames appeared in the corners of his eyes. He jumped up to see the flames disappear to reveal the Phoenix, Bianca.
She smiled and Chris got to his feet. “Let me guess Wyatt sent you to do his dirty work for him” Chris spitted in disgust looking at the female in leather. “No came purely on my own” Bianca replied, Chris laughed and looked at her. “Oh so you thought you would beat him to it” Chris smirked shaking his head “Come on then” He encouraged with a cocky smile across his face. Bianca walked up and knocked the crystal with her foot across the room “I don’t want to hurt you Chris, just help” Bianca replied trying to reassure what was once her enemy. Chris stood out of the crystals and looked at Bianca funnily, he looked around and saw no one else “So what’s the deal” Chris asked “Do you want saving or what” Bianca snapped. “Well I…” Chris said before Bianca quickly interrupted “Come on then” She said grabbing him but he pulled away “Wait” Chris shouted. He quickly grabbed the Book before taking her hand, she smiled and the flamed Chris, the Book and herself out of the attic leaving it in silence. Wyatt then shimmered in as the flames dispersed he roared and the windows shattered because of the noise “I’ll get you!” Wyatt screamed.
End of Chapter One
Written By: Daniel Taylor
Sword of Justice By: Joseph Taylor
Power is my Life By: Daniel Taylor
Theme Tune By: Ana Johnson – We are
Casting By: Daniel Taylor
Starring:
Wes Ramsey ~ Wyatt Halliwell
Drew Fuller ~ Chris Halliwell
Marisol Nichols ~ Bianca Phoenix
Colton Shires ~ Young Wyatt
Nick Benson ~ Young Chris
James Reid ~ Victor Bennett
Chapter One:
A boy around the age of 10 sat on his bed with his legs hanging over the end, he has a sword in his hands you see a picture above his bed and it is signed. Wyatt Matthew Halliwell it is the picture of the sword he is holding, under the picture is an inscription in Latin Mucro of Justicia (Sword of Justice)! He sits up and swings his sword above his head and then voice can be heard over the top.
“I shall kill with this sword, the wicked and not the innocent for they shall die for what they have done, feel the pain they have caused and it is that pain that they shall feel for all eternity. The blood on my blade is the blood of the evil, the blood of hell! I shall not feel that pain as I am serving justice, for I am true to my beliefs and my beliefs stand united till the day I die”
The scene cuts out to a second room and again a boy but this time slightly younger with dark hazel brown hair. He is sitting on his bed but unlike the first boy he is upright and his legs hang over the side he is doing weird, mystical and magical things with is hands. Balls of white and blue lights are in the palm of his hand that then take the shape of an object and then vanishes again. As he does so another voice is heard in the background this is the sound of a young child.
“The power within me is my power, the power I use to protect innocent and rid the world of evil. For my power is stronger than any solider, fighter, warrior. My power will protect my city and my city is my oyster and my oyster is my life! My power will save my kingdom, palace, castle. I have the power of a god or am I the god of justice anyway? Justice is a part of me and I will protect that anything of any goodness. My power is my oyster and my oyster is my life!”
Blackout
In the corner of San Francisco sat a deserted, old and empty building that used to be a great, popular club that now just stood still. It had been trashed by monsters over ten years ago and hadn’t changed since. As you entered you saw tattered, ancient posters of now mostly broken up music bands. And as you walked down the steps to the main area of the club all that really was left was the bar, broken glass and trashed tables and the own artifact of the building, the sign. P3, but even that was broken and just lay almost placed leaning up against the wall. In the center sat against the bar, a young, brown haired adult around 20 just looking through a old box of photo’s. You could almost see the tears in eyes as he flipped through the photo’s some had three sisters pictured and some a family of four. But all of a sudden he stopped, it was the photo. There were three women looked rather like sisters, then you had quite an old bloke in the middle and at the bottom two young children knelt down in front. A tear rolled down his cheek and for the first time you notice the clothes he is wearing, a torn hoddy, tattered jeans and his shoes are like ones of a tramp but you know he can’t be by how well his hair is kept but even that is greasy. And to make matters more dramatic three demon like creatures shimmer into the place and surround the boy, he gets up and stares.
”What are you doing, boy?” One of the demons asked staring at him from head to toe and as they look down they see the box and the pictures that is now scattered on the floor. “And that” The demon grunts pointing at the box “What is that?” He asks.
”None of your business!” The boy replies looking the demon in the eye, a grin now is across his face as if he was planning something.
“It is very much our business it belongs to us, does it not?” Another of the demons cheekily asked clutching his fist.
’What if it is, what if isn’t?” The boy smartly remarks back at them they laugh at him but the grin just stays. ”We’ll have to take it back I guess” The demons replies again with another laugh.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” The boy cockily asks the demons looking at each one in turn nodding his head and they all turn to look at the boy.
“By force, but it doesn’t have to be that way?” The demon on the right of the boy replied, “Just hand it over” The one of the left added.
“What would he say about that?” Said the boy pointing behind the demons and they all turned, he quickly held out his hand “Table” He shouted and blue lights appeared around the table that lay across the room he flung his hand towards the demon in the center and the blue light flew at him and table appeared and hit the demon in the face sending him into the stairway. The other two demons turned back to see their partner fall down injured they light two balls of fire and throw them at the boy that stood between them, he ducked and the fireballs hit the two demons and they exploded with a holler in flames. The other pushed the table away and got up, he eyed up the boy and the boy still holding out his hand shouted “We can make this easy, go or die!” The demon just laughed and replied “You think I’m going to walk out on a fight, think again” The boy then shouted “Knife” And blue light flew at the demon and when the lights faded a knife could be seen pieced in the demons chest. He screamed and then like his friends he vanished in flames. Clapping could then be heard from within the dark and then out walked out was another young adult but he had a long wavy hair and was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers.
“I’m impressed Chris, never knew you had it in you?” Said the other boy pointing out that the boy that had just killed them demons was named Chris. “Wyatt, never expected you so soon” Chris replied pointing out the other boys was named Wyatt. “Lets just say Grandpa paid me a little visit” Wyatt answered walking towards Chris but then stopping. “What did you do to him?” Chris shouted looking up at him.
“Nothing looks like you had done enough, what’s going on?” Wyatt replied looking Chris in the eye.
“Why would you want to know?” He asked “When did you become so interested in my life?” He added.
“I’m your brother Chris, that’s what they do?” He replied sternly looking at him.
“No your evil, the brother I knew died along time ago!” He grunted turning away picking up some of the photo’s that were scattered across the floor. “You were always the stubborn one, as I said what did you do?” Wyatt asked again. “Lets just say life with Grandpa isn’t so good as it used to be!” He replied not even looking at his brother. “Well anyway, what is in that box” Wyatt asked trying to look around Chris. “As I said to your demon friends, none of your business!” Chris shouted “They must be mine too, they came from the Manor didn’t they” Wyatt replied “What if they are, what are you going to do kill me!” Chris grunted as he turned to his brother “I’d love to stay and catch up but I just don’t feel like it” Chris added and he bended down to the box and orbed out.
Blackout
In the Underworld Wyatt was sitting in what was once the Source’s throne a Phoenix, Bianca one of Wyatt’s closest allies walked in. “Your brothers still a threat and we should take him out like we planned to years ago” Bianca interrupted walking up to the throne that Wyatt was slouched in, Wyatt just turned his head and stared her in the eyes “Where did this come from?” Wyatt asked staring deep in to here eyes. Bianca just laughed at his measly attempt to cover up the meeting that happened between Chris and him. “I was there Wyatt, I saw it all you went weak in the knees and showed him your strongest weakness” She replied with disgust. “How dare you spy on me and then question my ability of interrogation!” Wyatt spat back at her standing up from his chair “I’m here to point out them things to you” She viciously replied and Wyatt waved his hand sending her flying into the wall of the lair. “If you ever speak to me in that tone again I will have your neck!” Wyatt spluttered he then walked down to her and grabbed her face “And don’t bother coming again, you’re not welcome” He added and then shimmered out leaving her to heal her wombs.
Chris slammed the door of his grandfather’s apartment and pulled a beer out of the fridge, his jacket an jeans were both torn as if he has been in fight. He jumped and slumped into the couch and turned on the TV. It was the 10 o’clock news and they were half way through a report when the presenter screamed as a sound of flames could be heard. The presenter then went flying across the desk and Wyatt appeared on the screen. “I’m watching you Chris!” He boomed and Chris threw out his hands and blew up the TV.
“Piss off will you, just leave me alone” Chris shouted getting up and throwing the can of beer at the wall and orbed out. A old man with light grey hair walked out of another room and into the Living Room. It was Victor Chris’s grandfather, he sighed at the state of his living room, he picked up the can and put it in the bin and went back into his room.
Chris orbed into the Manor attic, it was dark he looked around and no one was there, it was quiet. He walked up to the glass windows and up to a stand that had an old, tattered Book on, the Book of Shadows. He flipped through it and then closed it in anger, the attic door that had been closed flung open and a shadowed person walked in. As the figure came into the light it uncovered Wyatt, he smiled and stood still looking at his brother Chris. “If you want the Book you should just ask,” said Wyatt sarcastically Chris just looked up and gave him a stare. “Go to hell” Chris replied and looked back down at the Book “You really think I’m going to leave the Book open for the taking” Wyatt snarled, Chris just brushed the hair from his face and smiled “If you want a fight Wyatt then come on” Chris shouted and a wall of electricity appeared in a ring around the Book and Chris. Chris orbed but came flying back to the ground as the force field refused his exit, Wyatt gave an evil laugh. “Nice trap isn’t it” Wyatt smartly remarked and Chris got up brushing himself down “A few adjustments made them perfect for what I wanted” He added. “Let me go you bastard!” Chris shouted, Wyatt went up to the cage and laughed. “Love to brother but I’ve got other business to attend too” Wyatt replied and he then shimmered out leaving Chris alone in the crystal cage. A laugh held on but Chris’s was interrupted by his thoughts.
He found himself about twelve years into the past where he was around eight years old, he was in the attic leant up behind a door with another boy about a year or two older. They both held each others hands you could here banging and roaring from the other side. The other boy had his eyes shut and stood up “Chris get up” The boy said and Chris replied “But the demon will kill us” Younger Chris complained “Just trust me Chris, please” The other boy pleaded still with his eyes closed, younger Chris shuffled away from the door with a trembling lip and tears in his eyes. The other boy held up is hands and opened his eyes the door exploded and the demon on the other side exploded in flame. “Wyatt you did it” Younger Chris shouted getting up and hugging the other boy that you now see is younger Wyatt, Chris’s brother. “It will all be okay Chris” The younger Wyatt replied hugging his brother with a smile on his face.
Chris came out of his thoughts and looked up at the ceiling and then bowed his head and began to cry, meanwhile in the Underworld Wyatt shimmered in. “What took you so long, eh!” Bianca asked walking out of the shadows “You, I thought I told you to never show you face again” Wyatt roared staring at his ex partner in crime “Don’t worry I was just going” She smirked and started to walk out, Wyatt flung out his hand sending Bianca into the wall she screamed “Bastard!” She screeched before flaming out. Wyatt went over and slouched into his chair and looked up at the ceiling. He floated into old memories like his brother he had a flashback to about ten years ago. He appeared next to a boy two years younger than him they both held each other’s hand you could here banging and roaring from the other side. Wyatt had his eyes shut and stood up “Chris get up” The boy said and a younger version of Chris replied “But the demon will kill us” Younger Chris complained “Just trust me Chris, please” Wyatt pleaded still with his eyes closed, younger Chris shuffled away from the door with a trembling lip and tears in his eyes. Younger Wyatt held up is hands and opened his eyes the door exploded and the demon on the other side exploded in flame. “Wyatt you did it” Younger Chris shouted getting up and hugging Wyatt, Chris’s brother. “It will all be okay Chris” The younger Wyatt replied hugging his brother with a smile on his face. He came out of his thoughts and put his head in his hand and whined slightly before getting up and walking out of his lair.
In the Manor Chris lay in the crystal cage still with his eyes fixed on one point when flames appeared in the corners of his eyes. He jumped up to see the flames disappear to reveal the Phoenix, Bianca.
She smiled and Chris got to his feet. “Let me guess Wyatt sent you to do his dirty work for him” Chris spitted in disgust looking at the female in leather. “No came purely on my own” Bianca replied, Chris laughed and looked at her. “Oh so you thought you would beat him to it” Chris smirked shaking his head “Come on then” He encouraged with a cocky smile across his face. Bianca walked up and knocked the crystal with her foot across the room “I don’t want to hurt you Chris, just help” Bianca replied trying to reassure what was once her enemy. Chris stood out of the crystals and looked at Bianca funnily, he looked around and saw no one else “So what’s the deal” Chris asked “Do you want saving or what” Bianca snapped. “Well I…” Chris said before Bianca quickly interrupted “Come on then” She said grabbing him but he pulled away “Wait” Chris shouted. He quickly grabbed the Book before taking her hand, she smiled and the flamed Chris, the Book and herself out of the attic leaving it in silence. Wyatt then shimmered in as the flames dispersed he roared and the windows shattered because of the noise “I’ll get you!” Wyatt screamed.
End of Chapter One
