Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 22, 2018 18:31:29 GMT -5
Chapter Sixty-Two - Another Time, Another Frisbee
Blue and white orbs flowed around Chris as he materialized into the park. As he got more and more solid the look on his face turned from one of terror to one of smug satisfaction and the orbs around him grew darker and darker until his feet were solidly planted on the ground. Taking in a deep breath he looked around. Just passed the tree line he saw a group playing with a Frisbee.
Wyatt and Chris got their Frisbee and headed for the park. Wyatt parked the van and both brothers climbed out. Chris had a brand new, red Frisbee in hand. Wyatt locked the doors and pocketed the keys. They walked for a bit until they found an empty clearing.
“This would be more fun if we had more people,” Wyatt commented as he waited for Chris to the throw the Frisbee.
Chris had a vague recollection of a time when he would have given anything for a peaceful time like this with his brother, but right now he was trying to figure out what to do next, how to handle the return of his powers and these memories. “Maybe, but then is wouldn’t be just me and my big brother.”
He threw the Frisbee to Wyatt who threw is right back. When he threw it the second time Wyatt couldn’t catch it and it landed at his feet. He leaned down just as a fireball flew over his head, hitting a tree behind him.
Startled Chris spun around. A dozen or so feet away he saw a darklighter. Another fireball came from the darklighter, this time headed toward Chris, so he waved his hand and the fireball changed course, hitting the ground.
“Wy!”
His brother looked around and then a branch orbed off the ground to reappear over the darklighter and his him on the head.
The darklighter staggered, but righted himself.
Meanwhile, Wyatt used the time to run over to Chris.
Waving his hand, again, he sent the darklighter backward.
And then the darklighter turned invisibile, stunning the brothers.
“Did he just . . ?” Chris asked, gaping.
“Uh, huh,” Wyatt responded, stunned.
“He didn’t just . . .”
Wyatt shook his head. “Uh, uh. No orbs.”
“He threw fireballs,” Chris commented remembering the start of the short battle. “Who’s to say he uses orbs?” Chris wasn’t even sure why it was that he was so sure this was a darklighter. After all, nothing he did seemed even remotely darklighter like and yet the certainty was there.
“Good point,” Wyatt conceded.
Chris spotted a fireball headed toward them and waved it away before grabbing Wyatt’s shoulder and orbing them out of there.
It had been the first and last time that he and his brother had fought on the same team. He’d gotten his hands on the darklighter’s atheme, for it actually was a darkighter as he had suspected, the same atheme that the girl had melted before she’d died from her wounds and he started working out a plan, started moving away from his family.
He pushed the memories out of his mind. Wyatt didn’t understand him, had never understood him.
Few people recognized him as he walked through the park and for now that was how he liked it. When someone he did know saw him and waved, he waved back, but kept walking, ducking his head down a moment later as a girl he’d gone to high school with did the same. He needed to know what was going on here and she did not play a role in that.
What would she think of him if she knew his secrets, any of them, but especially what he was planning on doing?
It didn’t matter, he assured himself, but still the thought lingered as he crossed the park. He’d been planning this in some form or another for years, but what did he really want to accomplish once he had eliminated this threat. Would people like her have a place in his world.
“Is this what you really want?”
Chris scoffed and turned toward the voice that dared interrupt his thoughts. “Of course it is,” he assured his best friend, Isaiah Conner. “Why would you think otherwise?”
“Because you stopped,” Isaiah informed him as he came to a stop next to Chris. “In all the time I’ve known you I’ve come to notice that you physically hesitate when you aren’t really sure about something and we both know this is huge. No room for mistakes on this one.”
Chris glared at him. They’d known each other since middle school and had become friends in high school. His parents had never cared for the friendship, but the two boys had complimented each other, bringing out what Piper would claim was the worst in each other.
Chris disagreed, but what didn’t he disagree with his mother on these days. His hand went to the atheme in his pocket and he rubbed the blade between the fingers of his right hand.
Isaiah took a step back, chuckling. “Chill. I just wanted to be sure you were sure. Like I said, it’s a big step and when you take out the Charmed Ones you realize there is going to be a huge backlash.”
“I can’t harness the power of three and we both know it,” Chris commented. “No one person ever could, but I can get their powers and when combined it’s a pretty potent cocktail.”
“I know all that,” Isaiah reminded him with a role of his eyes. “Getting their powers after you’ve already kill them will be the easy part though. Killing them, now that’s going to be just plain crazy.”
“Which is why I have to strike now,” Chris reminded him. “I should have stuck sooner when they didn’t have the power of three at their disposal, but ever since Aunt Prue’s powers got switched with Aunt Phoebe’s, wherever Aunt Phoebe is, they’ve been able to use the power of three and that will be trouble. I have to strike now and with the power thing going on with Mom . . .” He sighed. “I would be an idiot to take her on first. Even alone, she probably could whip me.”
He pointed up ahead of them at a picnic table where three people gathered. “Attacking Aunt Prue with her normal powers would be suicide. Not only does she have all those years of using her magic to fight, more than anyone else, but she has no real connection to me. There is nothing that will make her hesitate and I need that.”
Isaiah sighed. “Sorry I asked. You’re sure. I get it.”
Chris nodded and looked back over at the picnic table. “Aunt Paige is strong in many ways, but she’s still the weak link here. She wasn’t the best choice for me to start with. She was really the only choice for me to start with.”
“But you pretty much already have all of her powers and then some,” Isaiah protested. “What does this gain you?”
“Safety from the power of three,” he looked over at his aunt and uncle and their charge. He wondered what the girl had done to get both of them on her case. A parolee who was a witch was not that uncommon he supposed, but this girl wasn’t a witch. He’d know that about her. No, she had to be a future whitelighter and that was a pretty odd combination. “Oh, I’ll never be safe from the Charmed Ones until they are all dead, not once I start, but when the power of three is lost to them, it’ll give me a fighting chance.”
Isaiah opened his mouth and stopped suddenly, shuddering. A moment later a Frisbee flew threw him and landed at Chris’ feet.
Chris picked it up and looked passed Isaiah as a kid ran over to them.
The young man ran right through Isaiah without stopping and took the Frisbee from Chris, who held it out to him. “Thanks, Mister!” He ran back over to his friends and out of hearing range.
Isaiah shuddered, again, as the kid ran through him. “I hate it when that happens,” he mumbled under his breath.
Chris wasn’t sure how to answer, was never sure how to answer. Who knew, but maybe for once his mom was right. Maybe Isaiah did bring out the worst in him. After all what kind of person went and got his best friend killed and then didn’t even let him move on?
A/N - For those of you who have read Charmed: Heritage, you may be wondering who Isaiah is since for Chris’ supposed best friend he’s managed to be completely absent from the series to date. You’ll just have to wait and see, because his role has yet to be revealed.