Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 22:54:56 GMT -5
Chapter Eight - Pictures on a Wall
When Sam came to the first thing he noticed was the two Halliwell brothers hovering over him.
“He’s awake,” Chris announced.
“I see that,” Wyatt replied, relief in his voice. “I was beginning to wonder if I had lost him.”
“What happened?” Sam asked as he sat up and felt along it’s leg. Despite being certain that he’d broken it, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. “I thought I broke this.”
Wyatt nodded. “You did. It’s fine now.”
“But how . . ?” Sam looked at the two brothers. “Did you do this?”
Wyatt and Chris looked at each other. Wyatt sighed and looked at Sam. “I guess there’s a few more things you need to know. I know grandpa talked to you about witches and I know you think they’re evil, but we’re not. Chris and I are both half witch, because our mom and her sisters were witches. We’re also half whitelighter,” Wyatt paused and glanced at Chris, “more or less, because our dad was one until shortly before he disappeared.”
“And a whitelighter is . . ?”
“Many things, really, a guardian angel, a guide, a healer.”
Sam stared at him. “You? A guide?”
Wyatt shrugged. “Well, I was born into it, which is very strange. Dad was though. One of the powers I got from that was the ability to heal, so that’s why you don’t have a broken leg anymore.”
Sam considered this. “Some power. Thanks, kid.”
Wyatt shook his head, but didn’t comment. “So what happened there? I was using my powers to keep an eye on you and all of sudden you went from fine to dying. When we found you, it was next to someone’s house, about a block from the Manor.”
Sam nodded. “There’re people in there,” he informed them, pushing himself up so he could stand. “I’m not sure how many, five or six at least. Two women and a man with two or three bodies on the ground. I don’t know if the bodies are alive or dead.”
The two brothers stared at him stunned. “Mommy and Daddy,” Chris squeaked.
Sam shook his head and threw up his hands. “I have no idea. Got any pictures?”
Both boys pointed across the room at some pictures on the wall.
Sam walked over to the wall. There were several pictures up there. The first one was of three little girls, the oldest no more than six or seven. The next had those same three girls, a little younger with a woman and Victor. The third picture had three women. Two had fairly dark brown hair, one short, the other shoulder length, drawing a sense of not quite recognition to him. The third had short brown hair a few shades lighter than the other two. The fourth picture was of the longer haired woman with a man with dark blond hair and there was no mistaking it. That was the man he had seen inside that house.
“I saw him,” Sam announced. “The man in there was this man. I only got a good look at him and the woman with the lighter brown hair.” He looked at the next picture. It had two of the woman from the third picture with a new woman. They looked older by a few years and the woman who had previously had lighter brown hair now had darker brown hair like the rest. The rest of the pictures were of Wyatt and Chris, as best he could tell, some of them with Victor.
The boys rushed to his side and looked up at the picture. With wide eyes they turned to stare at each other.
“Daddy’s alive!” Chris exclaimed stunned.