Post by silvermoon8705 on Jan 19, 2005 15:44:13 GMT -5
I'll try to get everything reposted soon.
The Halliwell Manor, ten years into the future...
10-year old Chris ran to the door as his mother came in holding groceries. He enthusiastically TKed the groceries out of her hands, taking advantage of his power.
"Chris, that wasn't necessary..."
"But it was cool wasn't it? And it wasn't personal gain either; it took the burden off you, right?"
"Right." Piper relented, for the moment reassured his morals were in the right place. Hopefully he was rubbing off on Wyatt.
When his mother was out of sight, Chris smiled mischievously heading to the door still left ajar. He looked up, thought for a second, and expertly flicked his hand to close the door.
After all, he had done it once before.
“I know you,”<br>
“But I never came here before today, what do you mean?”<br>
“If your name is Chris Halliwell, I know I am very not mistaken,”<br>
“How do you know my name and why are you looking at me like that?”<br>
“You will not be the person I had chanced to meet many years past, but I believe there is an echo. Quiet, yet still there.”<br>
“Am I supposed understand what you’re saying at all? I’m only 10 years old and I’m not that interested in my future anyway at the moment, so…”
“If you can not maintain the mission’s thus far adequate progress, a fulfilled life will elude you, and history will most likely repeat itself.”
“I don’t get it,”<br>
“Death will become of you.”<br>
Chris took a sharp breath and quickly rose from his chair and backed away from the fortune teller, not ready to take in his possible foretold fate and not to mention he could barely comprehend the enormity of the mission she was alluding to.
“I’m…uh leaving now…bye then,” He said in a rush.
As he was about to leave, an out-of-place monkey crash-landed on his face and bothered his eyes.
“The monkey! Watch out! No, no, no, this is not right, not right at all,” The fortune teller shook her head, disappointed in herself for not foreseeing this event sooner.
For the Crone had struck.
“What was with that monkey?” asked Chris, staring after the monkey as it went out of sight.
The fortune teller made him face her and concernedly looked for anything suspicious around the eyes.
“Are you all right?”<br>
Chris swiped her hand away from his face and glared at her, distrust plainly evident in his expression.
“You know something, don’t you? Tell me!” He demanded.
“I…I had no idea…seriously.”<br>
“Then how did you know the monkey was trouble before it even attacked? Don’t you dare lie to me!”<br>
She stepped back, surprised by venom in his voice.
“It was the Crone…your family should know about it. The monkey…he takes senses,”<br>
“How would you know anything about my family?”<br>
She muttered, “I can’t tell you that.”<br>
“What did you say?”<br>
“Nothing, nothing…just go. Remember what I told you.”<br>
Chris just looked suspiciously at her, wondering what her role was in the ‘monkey incident’. But the Crone and the monkey seemed very familiar from a story his aunt told him a while back. He remembered finding the whole thing kind of funny…probably because she had taken the liberty to act out the times when each of them was trying to handle the loss of a sense. And then the moral of the story was…be wary of evil monkeys…Wyatt laughed himself to death then and Chris remembered asking her if she was actually serious about the moral. Evil monkeys? The insanity of his family. The whole family needed to see the nut doctor.
Anyway, Chris orbed out after finding a deserted enough area to do so.
“D a m n. Missed him.” The Crone complained as she watched his orbs depart into the afternoon sky.
She looked to check that the bag of memory dust was safe inside her cloak.
Chris orbed into the attic just as a demon attack was underway. It took him only a second to readjust before he found Wyatt fending off two demons at once. The other three demons were quickly gaining the advantage over Phoebe (who was the only sister there and still hadn’t gotten back her empathy & levitation, only premonitions) who could only do so much with her fighting skills.
Wyatt sensed Chris nearby and ordered him urgently for a freeze frame as he knew his aunt wouldn’t last very long.
Chris did so with a quick flick of his hands.
All the demons instantly froze and Wyatt & Phoebe smiled gratefully at Chris.
“What would we do without you?!” Phoebe praised him and kissed his face all over.
“Ah aunt Phoebe!” He hated when she did that. There was always lipstick residue leftover.
“Thanks little brother. Lucky you were here.” Wyatt thanked in a more normal manner.
“I think something’s wrong with me…” Chris started slowly.
The Halliwell Manor, ten years into the future...
10-year old Chris ran to the door as his mother came in holding groceries. He enthusiastically TKed the groceries out of her hands, taking advantage of his power.
"Chris, that wasn't necessary..."
"But it was cool wasn't it? And it wasn't personal gain either; it took the burden off you, right?"
"Right." Piper relented, for the moment reassured his morals were in the right place. Hopefully he was rubbing off on Wyatt.
When his mother was out of sight, Chris smiled mischievously heading to the door still left ajar. He looked up, thought for a second, and expertly flicked his hand to close the door.
After all, he had done it once before.
“I know you,”<br>
“But I never came here before today, what do you mean?”<br>
“If your name is Chris Halliwell, I know I am very not mistaken,”<br>
“How do you know my name and why are you looking at me like that?”<br>
“You will not be the person I had chanced to meet many years past, but I believe there is an echo. Quiet, yet still there.”<br>
“Am I supposed understand what you’re saying at all? I’m only 10 years old and I’m not that interested in my future anyway at the moment, so…”
“If you can not maintain the mission’s thus far adequate progress, a fulfilled life will elude you, and history will most likely repeat itself.”
“I don’t get it,”<br>
“Death will become of you.”<br>
Chris took a sharp breath and quickly rose from his chair and backed away from the fortune teller, not ready to take in his possible foretold fate and not to mention he could barely comprehend the enormity of the mission she was alluding to.
“I’m…uh leaving now…bye then,” He said in a rush.
As he was about to leave, an out-of-place monkey crash-landed on his face and bothered his eyes.
“The monkey! Watch out! No, no, no, this is not right, not right at all,” The fortune teller shook her head, disappointed in herself for not foreseeing this event sooner.
For the Crone had struck.
“What was with that monkey?” asked Chris, staring after the monkey as it went out of sight.
The fortune teller made him face her and concernedly looked for anything suspicious around the eyes.
“Are you all right?”<br>
Chris swiped her hand away from his face and glared at her, distrust plainly evident in his expression.
“You know something, don’t you? Tell me!” He demanded.
“I…I had no idea…seriously.”<br>
“Then how did you know the monkey was trouble before it even attacked? Don’t you dare lie to me!”<br>
She stepped back, surprised by venom in his voice.
“It was the Crone…your family should know about it. The monkey…he takes senses,”<br>
“How would you know anything about my family?”<br>
She muttered, “I can’t tell you that.”<br>
“What did you say?”<br>
“Nothing, nothing…just go. Remember what I told you.”<br>
Chris just looked suspiciously at her, wondering what her role was in the ‘monkey incident’. But the Crone and the monkey seemed very familiar from a story his aunt told him a while back. He remembered finding the whole thing kind of funny…probably because she had taken the liberty to act out the times when each of them was trying to handle the loss of a sense. And then the moral of the story was…be wary of evil monkeys…Wyatt laughed himself to death then and Chris remembered asking her if she was actually serious about the moral. Evil monkeys? The insanity of his family. The whole family needed to see the nut doctor.
Anyway, Chris orbed out after finding a deserted enough area to do so.
“D a m n. Missed him.” The Crone complained as she watched his orbs depart into the afternoon sky.
She looked to check that the bag of memory dust was safe inside her cloak.
Chris orbed into the attic just as a demon attack was underway. It took him only a second to readjust before he found Wyatt fending off two demons at once. The other three demons were quickly gaining the advantage over Phoebe (who was the only sister there and still hadn’t gotten back her empathy & levitation, only premonitions) who could only do so much with her fighting skills.
Wyatt sensed Chris nearby and ordered him urgently for a freeze frame as he knew his aunt wouldn’t last very long.
Chris did so with a quick flick of his hands.
All the demons instantly froze and Wyatt & Phoebe smiled gratefully at Chris.
“What would we do without you?!” Phoebe praised him and kissed his face all over.
“Ah aunt Phoebe!” He hated when she did that. There was always lipstick residue leftover.
“Thanks little brother. Lucky you were here.” Wyatt thanked in a more normal manner.
“I think something’s wrong with me…” Chris started slowly.