Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 27, 2009 21:20:26 GMT -5
Chapter Fifty-Three – Chris Is What?!
The words of the spell had barely finished when Wyatt felt himself moved. It was the same pulling as before. This time it was expected and when it lifted he was back in his apartment. The first thing he noticed was a lack of papers on the table. He frowned and knelt down to see if they had slipped off, but neither they nor Chris laptop were apparent. He sighed and glanced around. “Chris?” Wasn’t the spell supposed to take him back to the exact moment he had left? Shouldn’t that mean that Chris should still be on the couch?
Maybe there was a slight time delay and he’s in his room, Wyatt thought as he headed out of the room and to Chris’ door. He twisted the knob and pushed open the door and what he saw felt like a punch in the gut.
The room was completely empty.
Wyatt held out his hand, blinked and a phone orbed into it. Now was not the time to worry about personal gain. His brother was missing. Again.
“Mom,” he instructed the phone. He held the phone up against his ear and waited. After a moment it quit ringing and the sound of his mother’s voice filled his ears.
“Is everything all right, Wyatt?”
“Chris is missing,” he blurted out. Of course the last time this had happened that hadn’t worked so well.
“Missing? Well, that would be a change,” she commented. “I wish I didn’t feel relieved.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?!” Wyatt stared at the phone. That was not the response he was looking for or expecting at all.
“If he’s missing it means he’s either been killed or is in hiding,” Piper reminded him, though Wyatt didn’t understand at all. “And after all the innocents he’s caused the deaths of either is safer.”
“Chris?! A killer?!” Wyatt stared around the empty room. “I think I’m missing something. That doesn’t sound like Chris at all.” This was worse than missing. An evil Chris was simply impossible to believe. “No, Chris can’t be evil.”
There was a sad sound on the other end. “I wish that were true, but over the last few months since magic came back things have just gone from bad to worse. How is it that you forget that?”
“Because it never happened,” Wyatt informed her. “Something is going on here.” He glanced around the room, noticing subtle differences. For starters, the room was messier, not so much that he would have noticed had he not been looking, but enough. “Mom, something is definitely not right here. I’m going to take a look around town, see what’s different.”
“Different from what?” Piper asked, worry in her voice.
“From what I remember,” Wyatt explained. “I love you, Mom, but I do need to find out what happened to my brother.”
“Wyatt,” Piper warned. “I know you were close to you brother, but you have to know he’s always been a little disturbed and it’s just been worse since magic came back. It’s like he’s been lying low all these years and now that he has powers, he’s striking out. I don’t even recognize him anymore.”
“I’m going to find out what happened,” Wyatt promised. “And if it’s in my power, I will fix it.”
“You can’t fix this, Wyatt,” Piper informed him sadly. “There is no magic cure.”
“It’s all wrong, Mom. I have to try.” Wyatt sighed. “Listen, I’m going to go now. I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, Wyatt,” Piper was silent for a moment and then she said, “I hope you are right.”
So do I, Wyatt thought as he turned off the phone. He walked back into the living room and put the phone back on its hook. He closed his eyes and focused on something far off. He exhaled slowly as he opened his eyes and disappeared in blue-white orbs.