Post by StoryGirl83 on May 31, 2009 16:03:06 GMT -5
Chapter Fifty-Seven – The Deadly Plan
Chris slammed a fist into the wall. He winced in pain as he pulled in away from the wall, blood dripping down both from his fist and the deep impression in left in the wall. He relaxed his grip and ignored the pain as he walked over to a caldron set up on a table. He chuckled as he held his bleeding hand above the empty caldron. “Bet you never thought I’d use all those potions lessons against you, Mother.” He waited patiently as his blood dripped into the caldron.
“I learned all I could, because I knew one day I’d need it. I knew one day magic would return.” He picked up some ace bandages off the table and started wrapping them around his hand. It probably wasn’t the wisest course of action disabling one of his hands, but letting his frustration out on the wall sure had felt good.
He should have had that power. The freak shouldn’t have been able to get the athemé from him. She shouldn’t have kept her power from him. The ability to literally tell the good from the evil at a glance would have been so useful, but now it was gone with her. It wasn’t as if darklighters mated with anyone other than future whitelighters they were trying to turn. That this one random female darklighter had chosen a grimlock as a lover was an extreme aberration. He wasn’t going to find another.
He could however make good on his threat to make sure that her ghost regretted fighting back. He knew she had friends, close friends, and he would track them down, kill them, and if he could get his hands on another athemé he would steal their powers. He’d start with the only other darklighter /demon he had ever met, her boyfriend.
First, though, he needed to get some other things accomplished. His own family was causing more and more problems. He wasn’t sure he was prepared to see them dead, but he had to find a way to slow them down before the choice was taken from him and a showdown was forced between him and some member of his family, most likely the older brother he still loved.
It had been over four months since he’d moved out of the apartment he’d shared with Wyatt and looking back, he wondered how it ever would have worked once magic was back and he started working on his plans. Wyatt sure wasn’t perfect, though it might seem that way to people who didn’t know him. He was a good son and such a do-gooder that he volunteered at a hospital, but he wasn’t perfect. To the little brother who’d grown up with him and shared an apartment with him for two years, perfect was far from the word he’d use. He was however, basically good and there was no way he’d tolerate what Chris had planned.
The ironic thing was that in another reality the situation had been reversed. Chris knew this because when magic came back so did the memories of that other Chris. Chris had firmly squashed them after a demon had attacked him, a demon able to tamper with memories. That was the last time a demon had done that. After that, they knew better.
Chris added a black powder to the mixture and the explosion it cause sent him backwards several feet to land on his rear. He scowled as he dusted himself off. Clearly the potion was potent. The question was, did it do anything when it hit a living target or just when you added ingredients?
When he pushed to his feet, he didn’t return to the potion. He just stood there and stared across the room. He knew that once he put his plan into action there was no turning back. If his family didn’t hate him yet, they would when this was all over.
“Just a little longer.” Chris’ voice startled him. He hadn’t realized he was speaking aloud until his thoughts hit his ears. He shook his head. There was no use putting it off. The end result would tear him apart, but it was the only way, the only way to be safe. And now was the time to strike. Too many weeks and months had passed. The window could close at any time. And when they window closed he would never get another chance, there would never be another chance. And they would defeat him. He was smart enough to know that. You didn’t take on the Charmed Ones and win.