Gone - Haunted

[Jamison]

(DFF people here ya go!!)


(This is the Second Part of the Taken series; the first part was very short. But I promise this part and part three won’t.)

Chapter One – The End of their Legacy

It was too much even for the Halliwell’s to bear. The loss of their Mother, Sister, and Aunt, Piper Halliwell had died; she was the light and soul of the family, and now she was gone. Her sisters Phoebe and Paige were taking it rather well, her husband Leo dealt with it in his own private way. Her sons, well that was hard to tell, Wyatt tried to surpress everything, and Chris was gone. He had not said a thing or even ate that much since it happened. Melinda cried about it, but she seemed to take it the best. She had her mother, Phoebe, to help her.



Chris stood in his room in which he shared with Wyatt, stood in front of the mirror he looked like crap. He stared back at himself. His hair which was usually combed back or to the sides was all messy, and he had rather large bags under his eyes. He had just lost his mother. You really don’t think he would look awesome, ready for a Friday night out? No, not really.

“Ready to go?” Wyatt said standing in the doorway in his best tux. Wyatt stood tall, he looked tired, he had spiked his blonde hair, and his blue eyes looked at Chris, with content. Wyatt walked over to Chris; he placed his hand on his shoulder. “Dude, you’re hair is all messy.”

Chris didn’t care; he didn’t care about anything anymore.

Wyatt picked up a hair comb and brushed his brother’ hair, like his Leo did for Chris when he was younger. “That’s better.” Chris looked at himself his mother always made sure he looked his best, his mother always made sure he was ready, but it was up to Wyatt for this one. And…and she screamed. Chris’ ears fill with the piercing scream. She screamed as the energy ball struck her in the chest, and then her blood on her son’s hands, and then her final goodbye to Chris.

Chris tried to hold it in, but he couldn’t. But what was the use of being strong and the use of being anything anymore.

“Chris?” Wyatt said looking at his brother.

Chris bowed his head and broke down. He wanted Wyatt to go away, but then he wanted Wyatt to be there. Wyatt didn’t say a thing he stood in front of his brother and hugged him. Chris didn’t try to bother to pull away, he wanted a hug, he needed a hug, and he needed his mom. He sobbed into his brother’s shoulder. Knowing that he was making a mess of his suit, but he didn’t care. Wyatt rubbed Chris’ back in comfort.

”Just let it out, it’s okay.” Wyatt said into Chris’ shoulder.

Chris sobbed into Wyatt’s shoulder, as Wyatt heard his little brothers sobbs, he tried to close his eyes, preventing the tears from filling his own eyes. Chris had never cried over anything before, not a thing. And now with their mother gone, he seemed to destroy this wall of where Chris used to be strong, and now he couldn’t take anything. He couldn’t blame him. After a few minutes, Wyatt and Chris had to get downstairs.


”No.” Chris replied
”Come on, we have too.” Wyatt said with sympathy as his brother went to the bathroom to wash his face.
”Because if I go, I’ll know that she is never coming back and I don’t know if I can accept that. And that I am alone.”
”You’re not alone, you have me and Aunt Paige and Phoebe and Dad.”
Chris washed his faced and looked at his swollen red eyes in the mirror.
”Come on.” Wyatt said holding his hand out, Chris looked at himself, in the mirror and without knowing he took his brothers hand and went down stairs.

[Jamison]

(chapter 1 coninuted)

Chris and Wyatt walked down stairs. Paige was dressed in a classic old black hat, with a black vial, and a long black dress. Phoebe wore her black dress suit and Melinda wore a black dress in which Phoebe had bought for her. Leo left already to make sure everything went smoothly.
”You two look handsome.” Phoebe said to Wyatt and Chris.
”She would have been very impressed.” Paige said to Chris as she took a handkerchief from her purse and whipped away a tear in which Chris forgot to get. Chris looked at Paige; she gave him a look that Wyatt gave Chris in his room.
”Are you two ready?” Paige said
Wyatt nodded; Chris didn’t make a move he just looked at his feet.
”Okay.” Phoebe said as she took Melinda’s hand and walked out to a black limo that waited for them. Wyatt walked out on his own, Paige walked Chris out. It began to rain, as if the clouds knew the pain that Halliwell’s felt, but nothing that could amount to what Chris felt.


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The limo pulled up to the outside service that was held for Piper. It was an outdoor surface, and it seemed like a movie, it was raining and everyone in black. As they stepped out, Chris saw that Leo was standing by the brown cedar coffin that held her body. Chris looked at the coffin and stopped dead. Melinda, Paige, and Phoebe walked to greet the guest, and Wyatt walked back to Chris.

Chris looked pale.
”Chris, come on.” Wyatt said as they stood in the rain.
Chris just stood their glaring at the coffin. Not moving, not even breathing.
”Chris, come on. Please.” Wyatt said, “I’ll sit right next to you.”<br>Chris still didn’t move.
”Come on.” Wyatt said has he placed his arm around his shoulders and forced him to walk.
Chris has never felt anything harder to do. His legs felt like stone, to heavy to move them. Even he felt as if lungs were stone, it hurt to breath, it was to heavy for him. It hurt to live this moment. But with his brother he moved them. He walked to his fathers and aunt’s side. Chris and Wyatt were nearly soaked, but Chris was shaking.
”May we all sit?” Said the Pastor as he stood next to the coffin, on his podium.
Chris sat; Wyatt and Leo sat on ether side. Chris didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be in his room, on his bed, under the covers, by himself for all eternity, and he never wanted to see anyone again. He wanted to leave so bad, all he did was keep his head bowed looking at his hands.

”We are all gathered here today to celebrate the life of Piper Halliwell.” The Pastor began, “She was a woman of love, power, and a mother. She lived a life that she knew that could have been the best for us all. Becoming a chef, and then her own business owner all at a very young age. All doing that she raised two sons, Wyatt and Christopher.”

Phoebe looked over at her two nephews, Wyatt looked strongly ahead at the pastor, and she knew he was holding it in. Chris however, she knew better.
”Leo, please switch seats with me.” Phoebe said, “Please.”
Leo looked like he was in a daze, and did so. Phoebe placed her hand on Chris’ knee.

“When I first met Piper, she was a new a woman, married to her husband, and without a care in the world. She loved every moment of her life. And I am sure she wanted to make sure everyone knew about that.”

Chris closed his eyes, trying to block out everything that was happening. It was almost no use. He saw his aunt’s hand on his knee, he wished it was his mother’s hand, but it wasn’t. He took her hand, she took it back. Phoebe looked at Chris, she couldn’t see his face, and his long hair blocked it. But she had a good idea of what it looked like. She wanted to hug him and rock him, but she herself had to stay strong through the ceremony.

As the pastor finished him finished it with three large white candles and two smaller white candles all lit.

”As we move on today, we leave a loving person, but she will always be us. She will have loved to see everyone here today, but she has, from the heavens from above.” The Pastor went on; he walked behind the coffin, and stood behind the candles. Chris tried to look up, he had to face the coffin at least once, before it was lowered. He shot his eyes to the candles, The Pastor looked right into his eyes. It was like he knew his pain, trying to comfort him. “As we move on, we shall be happy and not sad. For a new destiny lies ahead of us, a new life, a new beginning.” He blew out the candles, and Chris bowed his head again, he noticed that he was crying. Phoebe hugged him. Wyatt finally let go and held his aunt Paige, who was crying as well.

”I was wondering when you were going to let go.” Paige said into Wyatt’s ear.

Paige, Phoebe, and Leo didn’t make the children stand up to shake the hands to everyone who came. Chris was grateful for this, he didn’t want to move, Wyatt moved over and tried to comfort his brother.

”Chris.” Wyatt said drying his face, “Buddy?”
Chris didn’t say anything, but only trying to breathe.
Wyatt hugged his brother, once more. Wyatt didn’t know what else to do in the past week, but hold his brother. Chris just sat forward, he didn’t return the hug, for he knew it was over it had happened. It was official, she was gone. He heard the people leave and say thank you, a few of them wished warm wishes to the sons and niece, but it didn’t help. Wyatt said thank you and soon it was only the five of them under the tent. The Pastor had gone into the church and Paige told him to wait for them to leave before they buried the coffin.

Chris was handed a red rose, from Wyatt.
”Put that on her coffin.” Wyatt said, “I’ll go with you.” Wyatt waited for a response.
Chris looked at the red rose it had no thorns, and no leaves, just a bare naked rose, it was lonely.
”Please, Chris.” Wyatt said, he forced Chris to stand up, but gently. As Chris stood, everyone was watching him. And once more his legs felt like stone. He watched Wyatt put his rose down, and Chris glared at the cedar coffin, he tried to walk, but he couldn’t bring himself to move, he wanted to place it down and get it over with. But he couldn’t, he wish his mother was here she would know what exactly what to say or do when these things happened. Like the time Chris got scared to go into the Lions den exhibit and Piper took his hand and she walked with him into the exhibit, he felt safe with her, her hand would have felt comforting. But she wasn’t their to lend her hand or anything, he had no hand to hold on to. His hands where shaking, he wish Piper would open her coffin, and embrace Chris and say it was all a mistake, that she really hadn’t died and that she really hadn’t left. He looked at the coffin hatch, but it didn’t open or anything, it stayed closed.

”Just place it on the coffin.” Wyatt said

Chris wanted Wyatt to shut up, he wanted to everyone to go away. To just leave. But he placed the rose on the coffin and forced himself to step back.
”That’s good.” Wyatt said.
”Very good.” Paige said, Phoebe was to busy comforting Melinda and Leo was standing there by Wyatt trying to give Chris the best smile he could for the moment. As more silent tears went down his face, he looked at his aunt, brother and father. Hoping for a chance to see Piper their. His mother was not their. He finally accepted that his mother was gone.

[Jamison]

Chapter Two – Into the Darkness

As the Halliwell’s arrived home, it couldn’t have been more of a grimmer scene, dreadful faces and silent tears. Paige immediately changed into her robes and went off to the magick school, Phoebe and Melinda went into the kitchen and started baking. Phoebe had always told Melinda, that she takes after her aunt about cooking. Leo went into his room, to be alone, same with Chris and Wyatt.

Chris couldn’t stand it however staying in the same room with Wyatt, and Wyatt felt his pain, so he went down to the living room and sat. Leaving Chris alone in his room, in the darkness.

Chris sat on the edge of his bed, for he didn’t know how long, and he didn’t know much about anything no more, it didn’t matter. His mother was gone and it was all because of him. He had killed her, it was entirely his fault and he would have to live with it, have it bear down on him everyday of his life. Have the weight of the sadness weight upon his heart just into the darkness of death.

Here remembered what his mother told him at the party.

”Chris, honey, don’t stray to far.” As Piper hung streamers.
”Alright.” He replied

Chris squeezed his shut, trying to stop the tears. He hugged his knees, rocking himself, squeezing his eyes shut. But it was to much. This time he let everything out. Earlier when Wyatt was telling him to let it out, he couldn’t, no in front of his brother. But he was alone, and just wailed into the silence. He let go of knees, crying hard, he couldn’t breathe, he was hyperventilating. Tears streaming down his face, he looked for the garbage pail, and threw up in it.

He heaved and heaved until it hurt. But then everything hurt. The squeeze on his skeleton hurt terribly. He was on the floor now, with the pail next to him, with vomit in it. He collapsed on the floor, crying. Putting his hands covering his face.

“I need you.” He mumbled through his tears, “Where are you? I need you. Why?”

As Chris tried to remember his mother as best as he could, all that came to him was the reoccurring moment of her death. Frozen on the wall, paralyzed by Thor, using a copy of Wyatt’s powers, throwing an energy ball at her chest, killing her. The scream filled Chris’ ears.

”STOP!” he yelled, “Please….s-st-o-pp” he said crying into his hands.



Phoebe knocked on Chris’ door, holding a plate of fresh Chocolate Chip cookies, she opened the door silently.

“Chris?” She said as she turned on the light, she saw her nephew cradled on the floor sobbing.
Phoebe closed the door, put the plate down and laid down on the ground next to chris holding his hand. Chris looked at Phoebe’s hand holding his, he didn’t want to hold it back or anything. He laid their, sobbing.

Phoebe brushed his hair back, using her hand. She remembered when Adult Chris entered in her life, he was so strong, so willing, so bold, it’s hard to believe that this is Chris. Someone so sad, so depressed, but it was completely understandable. Not that she was bashing her nephew, but it was just a sad time.

“Chris?” Phoebe said sitting up, “Can you sit up?”

Chris just laid their, not moving, he heard his aunt, he just didn’t care. He wanted her to leave, he wanted her to take her damn cookies and just go away. He wanted to be alone, if anyone he wanted Wyatt their. Not Phoebe, Not Paige, Not Melinda, Definally not his father, Wyatt perhaps.

“I am always down the hall.” Phoebe said standing up, she left the cookies, and left Chris alone. She didn’t want to, but she knew that everyone needs to grief in their own private way in some way.

Chris closed his eyes, in sadness and the light bulb in his room exploded, pulling the room into the darkness of the night.


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Wyatt sat on the couch, starring at the window. How could he let this happen? House could his mother die? He tried shaking his head getting the thoughts out his head. He still sat in his white button down shirt, and black pants. He suddenly smelled cookies, they smelled good. He heard Melinda walk from the kitchen, she stopped by the stairs, looking at Wyatt.

”Do you want a cookie?” Melinda asked

”No thanks, kid, I am fine.” Wyatt replied.

”Well if you do, there is more in kitchen.” Melinda said, as she set up stairs to her room with Phoebe. As he heard the door close, he closed his eyes and broke down. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and cried into it. He didn’t only cry at the death of his mother but also that he has to protect the family now. He wanted his mother back.

”Mom?” He said looking up at the window through his tears. He only saw the black window. He put his face in hands, he sucked it up, he can’t cry he needs to be strong. For a threat of Thor was still out their, he needs to be ready for anything. He stood up, trying to release what happened, then a wave of anger filled him.

”YOU LEFT ME!” Wyatt yelled, he picked up a crystal vase and threw it across the room. “WHY?-“ Wyatt yelled picking up a the rocking chair, and throwing it across the house, he picked up the vase of red roses and threw it at stairs. He threw the stand in the stand in the dinning room that held up a plant down, he turned to the Grandfather clock, and threw an energy ball at it making it explode.

Paige orbed in.

”Wyatt!” Paige yelled

Wyatt did hear her over the explosion, he threw an energy ball at the couch in where in which was sitting.

”WYATT!” Paige yelled, he formed a energy ball, and Paige took his arm, Wyatt blinded by his anger, threw Paige across into the doors, he threw the energy ball into the portrait of her and Wyatt.

”YOU LEFT ME!” Wyatt yelled.

Paige looked up as he heard Wyatt yell, she never saw Wyatt this angry before. But it reminded her of when Piper lost Prue, just minus the huge power. Wyatt collapsed to his knees and sobbed into his hands. Paige got up and walked over to Wyatt.

”It’s okay.” Paige said hugging him. Wyatt returned the hug.
”I can’t do this without her, I need her Paige. I need mom.” Wyatt mumbled through his tears.
Paige cried silently as she saw that her family was falling apart.


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As Chris laid on the ground in his room, he orbed back to his bed, to weak to get up. He orbed onto his bed, he laid their crying, but through his tears, he saw his brother Wyatt’s cutting knife from work…<br>

[Jamison]

Chapter Three – Dark Dreams & Dark Councils


Thor sat around the table in where he sat before when Chris was kidnapped. A circular table with a pentagram and at each end of the pentagram was a chair and a demon sitting in the chair. Thor sat at the top of the pentagram and at each end was not a demon but a vampire, a grimlock, Zore, a hooded figure, and a warlock.

Thor sat at the table with the at most evil grin on his face.
”The Charmed Threat is now dead.” He said
”WHAT?” the Grimlock shouted
“How?” The Vampire sneered
The hooded figure pounded his fist on the table.

”I killed the eldest sister,” Thor said, “Watch.”

Thor waved his hand to a wall a side from the table, and there the moment took place where he killed a Charmed One.

The Grimlock and Vampire smiled, and the hooded figure gave a grave low moan, which was a sign of triumph.

“And an added bonus I have the powers of the twice blessed child, known as Wyatt.” Thor said holding a fire ball in one hand and an energy ball in another. He smiled and threw them at the two guards standing guard at the entrance to the chamber in which they sat.

”This is amazing.” Vampire said
“I think a new source has been found.” The Warlock said
“Agreed.” The Grimlock said, the Vampire and hooded figure nodded also.
”Who are you?” The grimlock said

“He is a very powerful demon. A Death Whisperer, he is like the Angel of Death, but he can kill entire worlds. So it would be best to stay on his good side.” Thor smirked.

The Death Whisperer groaned and looked at the warlock.

“Even though the Charmed circle has ended, they are still powerful, even the children.” Thor said, “The first one I have his power, so it’s even match. The second child, is very weak, but still powerful. He has the powers of Orbing, Sensing, and Telekinesis. The third child of the second sister of the charmed ones, has the power of Invisibility, so she may pose a greater threat to us then the other two.”

“Not to me and my clan.” The Vampires said, “My hearing is quite good, with one step and she’ll be dead.” She smiled.

“Very well, you keep a close eye on her then. Keep at least two vampires on her.” Thor said

”Consider it done.” She replied.

”But the second child is the most vulnerable to us now.” Thor smiled, “He has gone deep into a depression, with the loss of his mother. We can use this to our advantage.”<br>
”How?” Said the Warlock.

“We have to get into his head.” Thor implied, “Apparently one of my powers, Astral Echo, which is used by the known demon, Barbus, was to appear, but not noticeable, and almost be as like a conciseness as you will. With this I can make him think that he killed his mother he was at fault for everything. Until he just snaps one day.”<br>
“What if we did more then that.” The Vampire said, “What if you used your power and made him go deeper into his “depression” until he implodes on himself. He loses control of his power and vanquishes himself. Slow torture.”

Thor smiled, “I like your way of thinking.”

”Perhaps we can lure him to the dark side, along with his brother and cousin.” The warlock said.

“The girl maybe, but the elder witch, he would sense me being their. So he must be swade a different way. Figure more about these powers. Something in here must be able to make him crack.” Thor said.

“So what do we do know.” The grimlock said

“Put the scales of power back in our favor. I’ve retrieved the Grimore, I think it’s time the source comes back into the big picture.” Thor said as he waved his hand the Grimore shimmered onto the table.


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Wyatt stood outside his little brothers room for who knows how long. After his burst of anger, he was starting to feel better, he needed to for Chris’ sake. He held a few slices of Pizza on a plate, Chris’ favorite: Pepperoni, Mushrooms, and extra cheese. It was unfair that Chris had to go through this and that Wyatt couldn’t help him the way he needed to help Chris. Wyatt took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.


The room looked awful it was mess, he saw a plate of cookies that was sitting on a dresser next to the door. The room was dark and grey and then he saw a body cradled on the bed, it was little brother. The sunlight from the window shined down chris’ body it was almost holy, almost.

Chris was sleeping, Wyatt figured he sit their until he woke. Watching his brother was almost depressing, his brother looked so frail, so white, so thin. Chris must not have ate anything since his birthday party nearly 2 weeks ago. Chris’ arms and fingers were long and thin, almost too thin. He hoped Chris was hungry, because he needed to eat.

Wyatt was looking at his brother, and then Chris gave a low groan, and stirred. He moaned again, and jerked. “No!” Chris said in his sleep.

“Chris?” Wyatt said

Chris jerked again, “No, please. No.”<br>
“Wake Up, Chris!” Wyatt said loudly.

”No, please.”<br>
“WAKE UP!”<br>
“MOM!” Chris yelled as he shot bold up right, sweating and breathing hard.

Wyatt sat there alarmed and had a good idea of what just happened to Chris.
”Chris?” Wyatt said, the next thing Wyatt knew, he was telekinetically thrown into the closet.
Chris blinked at what he just did. “Wyatt?”<br>
Wyatt sat up, “at least you’re okay.” He looked at the pizza which was splattered on the wall.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry.” Chris said tears forming in his eyes.

“it’s okay.” Wyatt said standing up.

“No stay away, stay a-“ Chris said standing up trying to stay way from Wyatt but he trips on his school duffle bag and falls to the ground.

“Chris?” Wyatt said kneeling next to his brother. Chris was then sobbing into the carpet. “Why were you running from me?”<br>
Chris sat up on the ground, his grey shirt was filled with sweat and his grey pajamas looked extremely baggy on a kid alrighty very thin. “Because I don’t you to die, like mom.”

“What are you talking about? I am not going to die.” Wyatt said putting his arm around his brother.

“Everything I’ve ever loved has died. My fish, the dog, mom and I am not sure dad is even with me anymore.” Chris mumbled through his tears.

It was true, that Chris did have bad luck with pets. His fish died when he left the aquarium in the sun on that really hot summer day. The water was to warm for the fish. And his dog in which he got for Christmas died, because of Wyatt, on accident. When Wyatt was practicing a new power with his mom, thought projection, he actually set the dog on fire. He still hasn’t gotten over it. And Now his mom and Leo? Not loving or caring about chris? It was un heard of.

“Well you know me, Mr. All Powerful,” Wyatt said, as he used a name, Chris would use when he would be jealous about Wyatt having all those powers and Chris barely having any. “Nothing can stop me, because I am twice blessed. I could death a thing or two.” Wyatt smiled hoping it would help his brother. But it didn’t, Chris bowed his head and cried. His hair covered his face, which was good, cause Wyatt didn’t want to see the sight of sadness on Chris’ face. Wyatt took his brother in his arms, holding him. Wyatt now didn’t know what is sadder the loss of his mother or his brother dealing with the loss of his mother.

[Jamison]

(fyi…Leo is an Elder, not an Avatar in this story. And good try, IcantthinkofaFnick, but none of that is going to happen.)

Chapter Four – To Aid A Witch’s Call

The night was cold and rainy and very windy. The city of San Francisco laid quietly in the wake of the cold storm, and the lonely witch practiced his craft alone.

A 16 year old, witch, spiky blonde hair, blazing green eyes, tanned skin, tall, and thin sat in his room of his apartment in silence. His room was lit by candles which were all around him, orange, red, yellow, white, purple, blue, and even a green candle. He sat their looking at an old ancient book of spells and witchcraft. He was looking at spells in English and Latin, and even some spells that has to do with the black arts and satanic rituals, but he was indeed in fact a very good witch.

As he flipped the page, he came across a spell, a good spell, “To aid a witch’s Call” the top page red. The Page in his book was decorated with a purple border which only covered the top and one side of the page and a the title was above the purple banner. The witch read aloud. “To aid a witches call is to help a fellow witch with in one’s coven and to help through trying times.” The witch stopped and thought for a moment. He was thinking a friend who had recently been hurt he read on. “This spell is only temporary and used for enlightenment and sanity. This spell can be dangerous it is best if only one witch casts the spell, for danger could come to the caster.” He read the spell. It was worded in both English and Latin. This was very odd, only the most powerful of spells (in his book) were written in more then one language.

He looked to the side of him at the floor and in a bright light a box appeared. He opened it. It had tons of pictures in it. It was a rather large box, but still enough that he only had to get on his knees to open. He went through the box, as fast as he could looking for the right picture. Nearly all of the pictures were of him and friends at school. He found it. He placed the picture on the ground and closed the box, he looked at it once more and it disappeared in the same white light as it appeared.

He got up and grabbed two white candles, a red candle and an orange candle. He then returned to where he was sitting and placed the white candles north and south from where he was sitting, a red candle to the west and the orange candle to the east. He then closed his eyes. He thought of his friend and thought of the magick and power it would take to perform this spell. He wasn’t sure if the had the power.

The Witch sat very still for about five minutes before anything happened. Then the candles began to levitate off the ground, the flames grew higher. They nearly lit the entire room. He then said the spell.

“A spirit call on the witches wind, I call upon thee and do not bend. Invito la strega che conosco, lo porto ora e non foe. Gli porto la pace che gli porto la gioia, la faccio ora ho non floy.” The Witch said. The flames of the candles to bend toward each other and met in the center of their making. The Picture of the boy sat still. “Rifinisca questo periodo da che cosa dico, lo rifiniscono ora, nonlo lasci pagare. Bring him peace bring him joy, do it now don’t let it floy.”
The picture then began to hover into the air and it met with the flames but it did not burn. The Witch’s eyes were still closed. The picture was being blessed by the fire, the flames where touching all around the candle, then the witch flinched, the orange candle was shaking. The Witch flinched again, and then again. His eyes shot open, his mouth dry and he opened it trying to breath, the candles were now glowing, their light eliminated the room. The other candles in the witches room began to change, their flames grew to as long as the ones touching the picture.
The Witch was in agony, his head was throbbing he couldn’t breathe, a necklace appeared on his neck. He was on the floor paralyzed. He couldn’t move his legs. He tried to yell.
“Help! Help ME!”
But nothing came out, the pain was to great. It was horrible, the necklace began to glow blue and on the sliver metal chain a symbol magically formed a triquetra. The throbbing headache stopped, his legs were becoming moveable again, he was breathing and his head was feeling normal again.
The Witch laid their, breathing hard, trying to find out what happened. But he didn’t know as he blacked out all the candles in his room were extinguished and the four candles that were around the photo were nothing but a pile of wax, but the picture was unharmed...

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Wyatt and Chris sat in the kitchen, alone by themselves. It was 1am.
”Come on bro eat.” Wyatt said pushing the pizza toward his little brother.
”No.” Chris said not even looking at the pizza, but looking at his hands in his lap.
Wyatt became annoyed. But then something was bothering him, he couldn’t explain it. Something happened a few moments ago, it had enormous power to it, he was unsure of it was, but their were more important matters to deal with the time at hand.
”Please, take a bite.” Wyatt said
Chris didn’t move or make a sound.
”Please.” Wyatt said holding up a piece of pizza and guided it to his brothers mouth. Chris was hesitant, but took a small bite.
”There you go.” Wyatt said putting the Pizza down back on the plate.
Chris was now greatly annoyed. He was being fed as a little baby, with help from his brother to eat. But the Pizza did taste good. The mushrooms and chewy cheese and pepperoni and the warmth of it in his mouth felt good. He wanted more, but he didn’t feel like eating.

”Come on another bite.” Wyatt said
”I am full.” Chris lied
”You are not. Now Eat.”<br>”No.”
”Chris, please?” Wyatt pleaded. Chris was really testing Wyatt’s patience. Wyatt wanted to orbed the pizza straight into Chris’ stomach, but he didn’t want to push anything. Chris was calm for the moment and wanted to keep it that way. He wanted to keep Chris from having another melt down at the moment.

Leo orbed into the chair adjacent to Chris’.
”Hey little buddy,” Leo said, “How are you holding up.”<br>”Fine.” Chris moaned still looking at his hands. He was glad that Leo, his father had orbed in, he wanted to see him again.
Leo looked at the pizza on the plate it had a small bite taken out of it. Leo then looked at his eldest son, Wyatt had nooded, he was thinking what his father was thinking.
”Hungry?” Leo asked Chris.
”No.” Chris replied.
”Okay, well I need to talk to Wyatt, if you need us well be in the living room.” Leo said, he motioned for Wyatt to get up and they both walked into the living room. Wyatt didn’t want to leave his brother, but his father looked like it was important. Wyatt stood where he could have a full view of Chris.
”Whats up?” Wyatt asked
”I was wondering if you felt something weird tonight.” Leo said
”No.” Wyatt said his voice trailing off
Leo gave him a look he always gave his sons when he thought they were hiding something.
”Well,” Wyatt began, “I did feel a little pensive when I was sitting with Chris about five minutes ago.”
”Pensive?”
”I don’t know, I can’t explain it. For a spilt second I felt this huge source of power in the air, more then anything any witch I know could conjure, this is power like what Chris and I can do.”<br>”Melinda?” Leo asked
”No, she’s just coming into powers. Why you asking?” Wyatt looked at his brother in the kitchen who was looking up and having a another small bite of pizza, he gave a small smile out of the corner of his mouth.
”I am asking, because apparently a very very powerful witch has just popped up on radar.”
”And?”
”And the power and presence of the Charmed Ones was felt.”
”What?”
”From what the other Elders told me, a witch was performing a very powerful spell-“<br>”Who is this witch.”<br>”They don’t know. Let me finish. He was performing a spell which was a combination of good magick and black magick. But they were not sure if the witch knew that.”
”Okay,” Wyatt thought, “Is he dead?”
”No, he’s still alive.”<br>”And you said the charmed presence was felt?”<br>”Yes.”
”Okay let me think.” Wyatt said walking back off into the kitchen. But Chris was gone.

[Jamison]

“Are you ready?” Zore said to Thor
Thor stood in black ceremonial robes in the demonic ceremonial chamber. This chamber was the same chamber where the source was vanquished. The fire still burned bright in the walls, and the cage which held two of the charmed ones was their, but with no frontal door.

”I am.” Thor said
The Chamber had numerous warlocks and demons in it. They were all lined up around the pedestal and behind the pedestal was a demonic priest in red robes. Thor got on his knees and placed his hand on the Grimore.

”Do you swear on oath to invoke the powers of the underworld?” The priest asked
”I do.” Thor replied.
The priest pulled a long bladed knife form the insides of his robes. Thor placed his arm out.
”Repeat, Exodus le tru ori adena! Exodus le tru ori adena!” The priest cried.
”Exodus le tru ori adena!” Thor said loudly, over the cutting of his own flesh, and the blood dripping and boiling on the black pages of the book. “Exodus le tru ori adena! Exodus le tru ori adena!” Thor then stood and shouted one last time, “Exodus le tru ori adena!” He began to raise into the air, a black light glowed from him, the chamber shook. The many demons looked upon Thor with scared looks, others with confident ones. Then he hovered back down. He turned and faced the priest. He’s eyes flamed black.

The priest bowed to his power, and so did the demons and warlocks. The fire in the walls became higher and hotter.

”Such power.” Thor said, “Such Power.”
He shot his hand out and a blue light came from it and he vanquished a demon and then he shot his other hand out and vanquished another demon.
Thor roared with laughter. “SUCH POWER!”
He looked around.
”I need a seer.” Thor said
”We can summon one for you.” The Priest said
”No I need a powerful one.”
He put out his arm and his hand opened and curled and faced the floor.
”Raduno gli sgombri delle fonti oltre!” He yelled. A blue light eliminated from his hand and appeared was the Seer, in full form and power in which the Charmed Ones vanquished almost 20 years ago…..

[Jamison]

Chapter Five – The Woes of Wyatt Halliwell


“CHRIS?” Wyatt yelled running into the kitchen. “CHRIS?” Wyatt’s stomach dropped when he saw the pizza on the floor. “Oh god.” He said, he remembered his whitelighter powers, Sensing, he closed his eyes and tried to find his little brother. Laundry Room.
Wyatt opened his eyes. He slowly walked into the laundry room which was right next to the kitchen.

Wyatt walked into the laundry room, and saw Chris. Leo followed closely behind. Chris was holding a white blanket. Piper had made.
”Chris?” Wyatt said very softly, “Little buddy?”
Chris sniffled.
Wyatt was afraid to touch Chris, he didn’t want him sobbing again.
”Chris?” Leo finally said. Chris finally looked up. He looked terrible. Chris had large black circles under his eyes, and his eyes were blood shot, obliviously from crying. Paige walked into the kitchen wondering who was yelling from earlier. She saw Wyatt and Leo standing by the laundry room.

”Mom made this for me.” Chris slowly said, “she made it for me so when we would reed-d-read,” He tried to hold the tears back, “That when we would read, that we would have something to cuddle in.”
Paige stood off to the side, listening. Tears coming to her eyes.
Wyatt took one step towards Chris.
“Stay away from me.” Chris shot at Wyatt.
Wyatt froze.
”You too.” He shot at Leo.
”Why didn’t you orb back and save mom?” Chris said to Wyatt
“I couldn’t.” Wyatt said
“Why?” Chris said
Their was a very uneasy silence.
”WHY?” Chris yelled
“I didn’t know where she was.” Wyatt responded with a tears in his eyes now, “I can’t sense you guys if your in the under world.”
Chris looked at Wyatt with anger and sadness in his eyes.
Wyatt took more step to his brother.
”Stay away!” Chris sneered.
Wyatt took one more step. Chris got angry and used his telekinesis and threw Wyatt into the wall.
Leo was shocked at what he just did. So was Wyatt. The first time was a mistake in Chris’ and Wyatt’ room, but this was deliberate. This was on purpose. Of coarse they would get into fights, but never use their powers on each other. Paige placed her hand on Leo’s hand.
”Let me, please.” She said
Paige walked into view. Chris was kinda shocked to see her there.
”Sweetie?” She said to Chris. It was a downright dreadful scene, one of the saddest in her life. Almost as bad as the haunting memory of her parents in the burning car, her nephew standing in the darkness, crying. He looked terrible. He obviously hadn’t change clothes since the funeral they were dirty and stank. But she ignored that.
Chris just looked his aunt.
“Chris, do you have anything against me?” She said
Chris slowly replied. “N-No.”
“Will you come with me?” Paige asked putting her hand out
”Where?”
Wyatt and Leo were both confused at what she was doing.
”Come have some cookies with me in my room.” Paige said in the sweetest voice she could.
Chris just starred at her hand. And completely broke down.
Chris’ was about to fall to the ground, but Paige held him up, embraced him. Chris sobbed into her shoulder, she didn’t mind it. She rubbed the his back trying to comfort him, she was dragged down by Chris’ weight. She placed her hand on his hand. Chris’ hair was very oily and dirty.

[Jamison]

The Seer stood in the chamber with the Source, as he sat in his Gold and Red velvet chair. Her eyes fogged, she smiled. Her eyes unfogged

“If we’re going to do this, we have to do it now.” The Seer said

Thor smiled, his eyes flamed, “perfect.” He closed his eyes and astral echoed to Chris Halliwell.


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Paige sat at the kitchen table, with Wyatt. It was 3 am.
”You okay?” Paige asked
“Wha-Yeah, I am fine.” Wyatt said trying to give his aunt a convincing look.
”I know you’re worried about him. We all are, but he has to get through this on his own.” Paige said, “Listen to me.” She said right before Wyatt was going to say something, “Chris and Piper were like best friends, not that I am saying you and your mom weren’t, cause she loved both of you. But you went out with your friends and stuff Chris and Piper did everything, Cooking, Shopping…”
”Vanquishing.” Wyatt said with a sad look in his eyes.
”Yes.” Paige replied placing her hand on Wyatt’s. “But now she’s gone. And Chris doesn’t have anything to escape to really. Phoebe has Melinda, I have the Magic School, You have work, football, and friends, and he…he has only his imagination to escape and even that is hurting him.”<br>”Chris has friends!” Wyatt said very hardly.
”I know he has friends, but you have countless, I mean look at your cell phone how many numbers do you have in their? Now look at Chris’” Paige said, “Chris’ Cell Phone.” A silver cellular phone orbed into her hand. “How many numbers does Chris have in their?”
Wyatt flipped open the phone and looked. Phoebe, Paige, Mom, Wyatt, Wyatt’s Work, P3. No More?
”There is no one else in this phone but us.” Wyatt said looking up
Paige had a tear going down her cheek, “No one ever told you this. But..”
”But what?”
”Ever since you were 5 and Chris was 3, he has been very jealous of you having more power and more glory then him. And he spent every available moment he could vanquishing demons, learning spells, making potions, that his life was school and witchcraft. He wants to be you and for that he gave up everything he could so that he could be as strong as you, be as or more powerful then you.”
”But why?” Wyatt replied slowly
“Because I just told you, he envy’s you, a lot! He wants to have more then 3 powers, I mean when you were younger you got a new power almost every 3 months, and now that your older your powers are advancing daily.” Paige stopped.

She saw her nephew sitting like Chris sat at Piper’s funeral. Head bowed and hands in his lap.

Wyatt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Chris, jealous of him? Because of his powers? Friends? Being Popular. No it couldn’t be that, that’s not true it can’t be, he refused to believe it.

”Wyatt.” Paige said.
Wyatt looked up, tears had been falling down his face, but he never noticed.
”Oh honey.” Paige said as she embraced her nephew. Wyatt didn’t cry, but just hugged his aunt and sniffled. Paige had now seen both of her nephews brake down in one night, she hadn’t seen this since the funeral. She kind of felt like a mother for a moment, but quickly dismissed the thought.
”Don’t.” Wyatt said letting go of the hug and sitting back up right in his chair.
“Don’t what?” Paige asked
“We need a mother right now. And you and Aunt Phoebe are the closest ones to being that. Don’t give up on us, please.”<br>”I wouldn’t Dream of it.”


Leo stood by his sons bed. Chris was sleeping, again. Chris was slowly getting a grip back on reality, but it would be a long time before he would probably see Chris laugh or smile again. He couldn’t stand this, he needed to leave. What? Why did he just think that? He needs to be their for his sons, he has to. But he has to attend his job he has to. Being an Elder is more important than fatherhood.

He couldn’t fight that one off. But he had two sons, he couldn’t leave them. Maybe for a little while, Wyatt seemed like he had things under control. He heard someone coming up the stairs. If was going to leave it had to be now, he took a picture of Chris and Wyatt that was sitting on the floor. It was last Halloween, Wyatt was Britney Spears and Chris was Christina Aguilera, they both won most comedic costumes at their high school. It was very funny. As he orbed out he gave a tear. Wyatt got a bad sensation on landing.

He swore he just felt his father’s presence their.
”Dad?” Wyatt said looking around, he followed the presence into his and Chris’ room. He looked around.
”Oh god.” Wyatt said, “No…” Wyatt said, he began to sob, he looked at his brother. He was laying on his bed, peacefully. He looked almost gentle, breathing in and out he wanted to hug his brother. What? He wasn’t a f**k**g sissy, hugging his brother because he was crying? He needed to shape up, be stronger. If his f**k**g lame excuse for a father didn’t want to be their when he and his brother needed him most fine. He can survive on his own. Leo really wasn’t their in the past anyway. He felt angry, very angry. He left his room, and stood by the landing of the stairs.

Grabbing the railing on the stairs, trying to surpress his anger, he trying to think of the good and his brother, and all the good times they’ve had together. Tears filled his eyes, but not out of sadness for his mother, but for his brother and for him having to be the main influence now for Chris. Making sure that he grows up, and Melinda. What male influence will she have? Her father left Phoebe while she was still pregnant because he found out the infamous Halliwell secret.

Before Wyatt knew it, He was on the ground, sobbing like a baby, he didn’t notice that Phoebe had opened her door.
”Wyatt?” She said coming over and kneeling on the ground. “Whats wrong.?”
”Dad.” He mumbled, “He’s gone.”
”He probably just went to check on-“<br>”No he’s gone and he’s never coming back.”
Phoebe froze, Leo leaving his sons, she would never hear of it. But the pain and anger she saw in Wyatt’s eyes proved to her that her nephew wasn’t lying.


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The Witch opened his eyes, it was still night. He looked at the melted candles and groaned. 3 am. As he looked at the clock, he had a throbbing headache, must have been a back fire from the spell. The spell! The witch shot right up and looked at the candles, they all melted right in the spot where they sat. The photo of the young boy was trapped in the center of the wax, it seemed unharmed, but the edges of the photo seemed to fade out.
”What the?” The Witch said
“Foolish you think magic could help him.” Said a voice
“What?” The Witch said looking up.

In a circle of light blue lights that surrounded him from night before appeared an elderly witch in swirling white lights. She looked down at the witch with a frown.

”Excuse me, who are you?” The Witch asked
“The one who saved your life, James.” Said the Elderly witch.
“How do you know my name?” James asked
”I know many things about you.” The Elderly witch said.

James then noticed a sliver necklace with a triquetra on it. He was puzzled at what he saw.
”Isn’t this?”
”The symbol of the Charmed Ones. The Power of Three.” The Elderly Witch said.
”Who are you?” James said standing up
”My name is Penny Halliwell, James Matthews.”

[Jamison]

Chapter Six – Haunting



Thunder raddled the windows of the Halliwell Manor, all laid sleep, except Chris Halliwell. He didn’t sleep much anymore, for he when he would sleep he would see it all over again, the death and murder of his mother. It made him sick to think about it. He just sat their alone in his room, by himself, a very sad scene As the thunder made the house rattle once more, the wind blew the rain against the window.

How he longed for his mother and her gentle touch, she would know exactly what to say when he would find himself in a rut.

”Chris!” Piper yelled from downstairs, “COME DOWN HONEY!”
Chris got up from his desk, and walked downstairs, he heard a pan cling in the kitchen and he followed it.
“What?” Chris said walking in and sitting at the table
“What?” Piper mimicked, “come on cheer up.”<br>”Why?” Chris said in glum mood, “its oblivious that Wyatt is better than me.”
“No he’s not. Look just because he made the swim team doesn’t make him better then you.” Piper said as she sitting down.
”Well he always gets everything he wants.”
”He didn’t get that car he wanted for his birthday.” Piper said, “and he didn’t get the girl he wanted, and he didn’t get that job he was hoping for, and he didn’t get the B in science he was hoping for.” Piper smiled.
Chris looked up at his mother, “thanks.”
”you’re welcome sweetie.” Piper said, “besides there is always Soccer, Track, or Golf.”
”Golf?” Chris said
“yeah it’s fun!”
Chris rolled his eyes.

A flash of lighting filled the room, bring Chris back to the present, he bowed his head and cried and sobbed into his hands. His mind was fixed on what his mother’s smile looked like. It shaken him, it was destroying him. He hadn’t cried this hard since the funeral which was one week ago.


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“WYATT!” Piper screamed
”WYATT WHAT THE HELL?” Phoebe yelled
“WYATT!” Paige yelled
“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” Piper yelled looking at the clock
”WYATT LOOK AT THIS MESS!” Phoebe said in the kitchen where potion bottles and ingredients were all over, “WE’VE TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS!”
“WYATT WHERE IS THAT ESSAY YOU OWE ME?” Paige said
“WYATT YOU’RE LATE AGAIN ON YOUR HOMEWORK?” Piper yelled, “I’VE TOLD YOU, GIVE ME YOUR CELL PHONE!”<br>Wyatt ran up to this room.
“WYATT WHY DID YOU LEAVE CHRIS HERE ALONE?” Phoebe yelled coming to his room.
“WYATT WHERE IS THE BOOK OF SHADOWS?” Piper yelled, “YOU DIDN’T TAKE IT SCHOOL AGAIN DID YOU?”
”WYATT WHERE IS THE POTION?”
“WYATT I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO WATCH OVER CHRIS!”<br>“WYATT!”<br>”WYATT!”<br>“WYATT WHY DID YOU LET ME DIE?” Piper yelled as she disappeared into darkness and screamed and surrounded in blue bright light.


Wyatt shot his eyes open and sat up. Breathing very hard, he looked around, expecting to see his mother and two aunts their, but they weren’t. His chest felt wet, he looked down and saw his shirt was entirely soaked through with sweat, he took off his shirt and threw it across the room. He fell back down on the couch.

As he laid on the couch of the family room in the Halliwell manor, he couldn’t help but think of his mother and what she had last said. Wyatt why did you let me die?


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As the morning broke, the sun had broken through the clouds of the storm which had lasted a week. As the sun’s rays broke through the window and onto the couch where Wyatt laid, as he awoke, he opened his eyes the nightmare from which he had still haunted him, but the warm glow of the sun across his chest and face felt good. It was Monday, and it was the day that he and Chris were suppose to go back to school, but he wasn’t going until Chris was better. Even if it meant them missing the rest of the year.

Wyatt got up and stood. He stood for a moment as a rush came to his head, then he grabbed a shower towel that was on his floor and put it over his shoulder. As he pasted the mirror he noticed his eyes were red. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked thinner and more frail then usual. The muscles on his arms and chest seemed to be subsiding and his blue eyes that always seem to be bright and full of life were shaded and a bluish-grey. He sniffled and put his mothers memory out of his memory and went upstairs to the shower.



Chris still sitting on his bed, he had his head still resting on his knees and having silent tears run down his face. No sun had broken through his window, grey clouds were still haunting. He didn’t know what to do anymore, he wanted so badly to go away, be away, die.

He heard his brother walk up stairs. He was hoping that Wyatt wasn’t going to come in. He looked the light that was seemed under his door, and saw two shadows that was Wyatt’s feet stop for a moment. Then the shadows moved and he heard the bathroom door open and close.

Chris turned around and pulled a knife from inside his pillow case. It was Wyatt’s work knife. Chris held the green plastic work knife in his hands, he pressed the lever down and a two-inch sharp blade came out. He pulled the lever back and blade back in. He orbed to P3.


As bluish-white orbs filled the bar at P3, Chris took shape. As he looked around, the club had looked old and forgotten. Chris remembered how clean his mom had kept it. Dust had collected on the bar table, and the bottles of alcohol and lava lamps behind him. The Lava lamps were off and the club was quiet.

Chris turned around and examined the bottles. He circled the entire island before finding what he wanted, a bottle of Jack Daniels. He grabbed it, and a glass and sat on the floor. He poured the liquor into the glass and then drank it. As the glass was empty above his mouth, he coughed as the liquor left a small sting in his throat. He then pulled the knife back in his hand. He again pressed the lever

He placed the tip of the blade at the veins on his wrist, closing his eyes and exhaling slowly he cut into his flesh. The pain of the cut made him wince but it soon pasted. The pain of his lost mother was no match for this, as he cut down his wrist and into his arm he left a long enough wound. He opened his eyes, and looked down, at what he did.

As the blood flowed out of his wrist he then moved to his other wrist, it was easier this time, he cut again, about the same length. He dropped the knife which was now covered in blood. Chris stood up, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels. He could feel it, Deaths fingers were right in front of him. He didn’t bother pouring another glass, he drank right from the bottle. The blood that covered his hands made the bottle itself very slippery, but no. As he drank he used his telekinesis to turn on music from the DJ. He stopped drinking, dizzy, he turned on Evanescence.

He drank more from the bottle until it was gone, he looked at the bottle. Very dizzy, he saw that he drank a half bottle of Jack Daneils. He then looked up at the ceiling. Listening to the music.

do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
Chris stood in the bar, feeling free and hopeful. He closed his eyes and extended his arms out, like a he was being crucified. The blood not poured from his wrists.

or will you forget me
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

Chris took a deep breath and collapsed on the floor.


Wyatt was washing his face in the shower, he then looked up, “Chris?”