Post by paintedmusic on Jan 18, 2008 1:32:44 GMT -5
Disclaimer: A sadly unfortunate event has led me to admit that I don't own Charmed... that event was my pyschologist telling me I could deny the truth no longer! *wail*
Broken Hearted Angel
Being a witch – a Halliwell no less – Chris quickly became used to being betrayed by those he thought cared for him. The first time he’d been betrayed, he couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. A kindergarten teacher was supposed to protect and nurture a child, yet his teacher was a demon in disguise. It had been a lot to digest for such an innocent child.
Chris had long since grown up. He didn’t cry himself to sleep anymore when someone he loved turned around and stabbed him in the back.
When he saw his dad for what would be the last time, he didn’t shed a single tear. Even when Leo knelt before him, placed his arms firmly on his shoulders, and promised, “I’ll always be watching over you,” he didn’t let out a peep. They both knew it was a lie anyway.
His mother betrayed him when she left him alone on the night of his fourteenth birthday… and never came back.
His brother betrayed him when he left on the night three months after their mother’s death… and never came back.
“You betrayed me, brother.” A calculating pair of eyes narrowed accusingly. “How could you after all I’ve done for you?”
“What? What have you done for me?”
The pause was just long enough for the pair to squirm. His voice – so callous and distant but a moment ago – seemed gentler, compassionate, even kind. “I loved you, Chris.”
“Why would you do that? Why?” He was too far gone for hatred or righteous fury or even sorrowful pain. He was dazed, he was shocked, he was positively numb from disbelief. It was as if he couldn’t even begin to comprehend why anyone would possibly want to do what his brother had just accomplished.
“She was a threat.” A casual flick of his wrist as he stepped over the crumpled body of a young girl.
His voice was pained, eyes filling with the agony he had yet to feel in his soul. She was gone, but the thought hadn’t reached his brain yet. Although he could see the body lying there, blood pooling beneath it, it didn’t register in his mind that she was dead. “She never did a single thing to deserve this.” His eyes stared, unseeing, at his foe; and he suddenly began to struggle against the bindings that held him.
“She was a threat,” the older repeated, seemingly confused at his brother’s persistence.
“But… She was our cousin.”
But the older of the two still couldn’t understand.
“Who are you?” a rough voice demanded of him, hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously at the newcomer whose clothes were in tatters. Though worn, his eyes held a determined look, one that left no room for pity.
“I can help you.”
“Help us what?” called another – a sneer. Who could possibly help them? They needed more than this fallen angel; they needed a miracle straight from the lips of God himself. This angel couldn’t provide what no one else could.
“I can help you kill my brother.”
“I can’t do it,” he sobbed into her open arms. “I can’t kill my own brother; I still love him.”
She didn’t mention the fact that his brother had betrayed him, that his brother was the sole reason for the destruction in the universe. She merely nodded in understanding as he knew she would and cupped his cheek.
“Then you don’t have to,” she whispered, kissing his jaw tenderly. “We’ll find another way, I promise.” She captured his mouth with hers, and he almost believed she could make things okay again.
“Of all the people to betray me.”
I think you’ve got it backwards, brother.
“I didn’t go back to betray you, Wyatt. I went back to save you.” Never a truer word came from his mouth, but he knew his brother wouldn’t believe him.
“Save me?” snarled the older, giving a harsh, dark chuckle. He wanted to make it deathly clear that he did not believe his brother’s lies. He’d taken enough betrayal and wasn’t willing to turn his back on them any longer. “From what?”
“From whatever evil it was that turned you.”
Blunt until the end, brother, the older thought with a sneer. It’s why we always made such a great team.
His mother had promised to be there for him until the end of time. Time didn’t stand still when she took her last breath, nor did it stop moving forward after her funeral. Life seemed to blur past as if to mock him, as if to prove his mother had lied to him. She had betrayed him, promising the one thing she was unable to keep.
“Please don’t leave me,” he sobbed into her shirt, but she was already gone. He was left alone to cry thick tears of agony. Trickling down his cheeks, they shattered against the bloody floor. His fingers curled tightly around her shirt as if he might be able to shake her awake.
“How could you do this to me?” he yelled at her lifeless face. “How could you leave me here all alone?”
It was all her fault; she had betrayed him. Why was he so distraught; shouldn't he have been used to betrayal by now?
And god, the betrayal hurt so d**n much. Sometimes he couldn’t see or hear or even smell through the pain. All he had was his ability to feel, but there was so much to feel he wished he could lose that sense with the others.
He clung to her as if she were his only lifeline. After all the betrayal in his life, he had sworn he would never make a promise he couldn’t keep. Yet now he was breaking his cardinal rule. Assuring the love of his life that everything would turn out okay when he knew it wouldn’t went against everything he believed in.
“My mother,” she whispered through strangled sobs. “She was all I had left.”
“My brother,” he murmured in her ear. “He was all I had left, too; and he took himself from me as well. And now we have no one.”
She looked up to see understanding eyes and smiled through the haze of pain and tears. “Let’s be alone together,” she whispered, and he nodded.
He thought she would never betray him; he thought she was different. When she followed him all the way back just to do his brother’s bidding, it was worse than being tortured or killed. Seeing her alive and well and so near – yet just out of reach – was like a slap in the face. A punch in the gut.
He still loved her and guessed he always would, but she betrayed him. After all their careful planning, they had forgotten one fundamental flaw: she might return to evil without his good influence to shield her.
Here she was right before his eyes, and he watched in despair as her cold, calculating eyes turned to ice. Her fingers raking deep into his chest were no worse than the heartache that tore his soul at the same moment. The only reason he had done any of this was for her – for the life they wanted together. His trust had once again been betrayed, and he couldn’t believe anyone anymore.
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt him!” she cried, terror coursing through her veins as she took a couple of purposeful strides forward.
So she does love me, he thought through the fog in his mind and the ache in his spine. Even though he could feel himself nearing death, he suddenly felt so much better – so much more elated – than before.
“And you promised you’d turn him – like I turned you.” He didn’t bother to spare a glance in her direction, but his brother sensed the tension in his voice. “Or at least I thought I had.”
Ignoring him, she raced to her fiancé’s side and knelt, reaching out to him. “Chris, please,” she implored of him, shaking her head frantically. “I didn’t bring you here to die.”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Another lie, he thought grimly. As if to appease his guilty conscience, he quickly added, “I think.”
“Whatever you’re going to do, do it fast.” A tremor of weakness shivered through her voice, and he realized he had never seen her so strained. Even when she broke down or cried – however rare – there always seemed to be an inner strength that pieced her back together. “I can’t hold him for long.” That admittance of limitation sent a wave of shock through the younger man.
He cast the spell, firmly telling himself over and over that his powers would be able to turn this right again. He could run back to the past and take her with him this time, too. He would not lose her again.
Her powers failed her, he turned sharply, and suddenly she was flying across the room in a graceful, catlike ark. She dropped.
“NO!”
Betrayal was an ugly, ugly thing. To think the brother that always protected him could now turn and stab him in the back with a sharp, winking dagger… He never would have guessed or believed the truth without having seen it.
And now – who was left to pick up the pieces if he broke down?
So he didn’t break down, he didn’t think about the pain, and he forced himself to move on. Hiding the mourning, he continued with his regular, demonic hits. Killing demons would solve every problem, he reasoned.
Except, whispered a sneaky voice within him – the voice that cried for all his loses: it wasn’t a demon that killed her, was it?
And Chris wondered: is it called a fracture when the part that’s broken is your heart?
Author's Note: Please let me know what you think of this!
Broken Hearted Angel
Being a witch – a Halliwell no less – Chris quickly became used to being betrayed by those he thought cared for him. The first time he’d been betrayed, he couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. A kindergarten teacher was supposed to protect and nurture a child, yet his teacher was a demon in disguise. It had been a lot to digest for such an innocent child.
Chris had long since grown up. He didn’t cry himself to sleep anymore when someone he loved turned around and stabbed him in the back.
When he saw his dad for what would be the last time, he didn’t shed a single tear. Even when Leo knelt before him, placed his arms firmly on his shoulders, and promised, “I’ll always be watching over you,” he didn’t let out a peep. They both knew it was a lie anyway.
His mother betrayed him when she left him alone on the night of his fourteenth birthday… and never came back.
His brother betrayed him when he left on the night three months after their mother’s death… and never came back.
“You betrayed me, brother.” A calculating pair of eyes narrowed accusingly. “How could you after all I’ve done for you?”
“What? What have you done for me?”
The pause was just long enough for the pair to squirm. His voice – so callous and distant but a moment ago – seemed gentler, compassionate, even kind. “I loved you, Chris.”
“Why would you do that? Why?” He was too far gone for hatred or righteous fury or even sorrowful pain. He was dazed, he was shocked, he was positively numb from disbelief. It was as if he couldn’t even begin to comprehend why anyone would possibly want to do what his brother had just accomplished.
“She was a threat.” A casual flick of his wrist as he stepped over the crumpled body of a young girl.
His voice was pained, eyes filling with the agony he had yet to feel in his soul. She was gone, but the thought hadn’t reached his brain yet. Although he could see the body lying there, blood pooling beneath it, it didn’t register in his mind that she was dead. “She never did a single thing to deserve this.” His eyes stared, unseeing, at his foe; and he suddenly began to struggle against the bindings that held him.
“She was a threat,” the older repeated, seemingly confused at his brother’s persistence.
“But… She was our cousin.”
But the older of the two still couldn’t understand.
“Who are you?” a rough voice demanded of him, hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously at the newcomer whose clothes were in tatters. Though worn, his eyes held a determined look, one that left no room for pity.
“I can help you.”
“Help us what?” called another – a sneer. Who could possibly help them? They needed more than this fallen angel; they needed a miracle straight from the lips of God himself. This angel couldn’t provide what no one else could.
“I can help you kill my brother.”
“I can’t do it,” he sobbed into her open arms. “I can’t kill my own brother; I still love him.”
She didn’t mention the fact that his brother had betrayed him, that his brother was the sole reason for the destruction in the universe. She merely nodded in understanding as he knew she would and cupped his cheek.
“Then you don’t have to,” she whispered, kissing his jaw tenderly. “We’ll find another way, I promise.” She captured his mouth with hers, and he almost believed she could make things okay again.
“Of all the people to betray me.”
I think you’ve got it backwards, brother.
“I didn’t go back to betray you, Wyatt. I went back to save you.” Never a truer word came from his mouth, but he knew his brother wouldn’t believe him.
“Save me?” snarled the older, giving a harsh, dark chuckle. He wanted to make it deathly clear that he did not believe his brother’s lies. He’d taken enough betrayal and wasn’t willing to turn his back on them any longer. “From what?”
“From whatever evil it was that turned you.”
Blunt until the end, brother, the older thought with a sneer. It’s why we always made such a great team.
His mother had promised to be there for him until the end of time. Time didn’t stand still when she took her last breath, nor did it stop moving forward after her funeral. Life seemed to blur past as if to mock him, as if to prove his mother had lied to him. She had betrayed him, promising the one thing she was unable to keep.
“Please don’t leave me,” he sobbed into her shirt, but she was already gone. He was left alone to cry thick tears of agony. Trickling down his cheeks, they shattered against the bloody floor. His fingers curled tightly around her shirt as if he might be able to shake her awake.
“How could you do this to me?” he yelled at her lifeless face. “How could you leave me here all alone?”
It was all her fault; she had betrayed him. Why was he so distraught; shouldn't he have been used to betrayal by now?
And god, the betrayal hurt so d**n much. Sometimes he couldn’t see or hear or even smell through the pain. All he had was his ability to feel, but there was so much to feel he wished he could lose that sense with the others.
He clung to her as if she were his only lifeline. After all the betrayal in his life, he had sworn he would never make a promise he couldn’t keep. Yet now he was breaking his cardinal rule. Assuring the love of his life that everything would turn out okay when he knew it wouldn’t went against everything he believed in.
“My mother,” she whispered through strangled sobs. “She was all I had left.”
“My brother,” he murmured in her ear. “He was all I had left, too; and he took himself from me as well. And now we have no one.”
She looked up to see understanding eyes and smiled through the haze of pain and tears. “Let’s be alone together,” she whispered, and he nodded.
He thought she would never betray him; he thought she was different. When she followed him all the way back just to do his brother’s bidding, it was worse than being tortured or killed. Seeing her alive and well and so near – yet just out of reach – was like a slap in the face. A punch in the gut.
He still loved her and guessed he always would, but she betrayed him. After all their careful planning, they had forgotten one fundamental flaw: she might return to evil without his good influence to shield her.
Here she was right before his eyes, and he watched in despair as her cold, calculating eyes turned to ice. Her fingers raking deep into his chest were no worse than the heartache that tore his soul at the same moment. The only reason he had done any of this was for her – for the life they wanted together. His trust had once again been betrayed, and he couldn’t believe anyone anymore.
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt him!” she cried, terror coursing through her veins as she took a couple of purposeful strides forward.
So she does love me, he thought through the fog in his mind and the ache in his spine. Even though he could feel himself nearing death, he suddenly felt so much better – so much more elated – than before.
“And you promised you’d turn him – like I turned you.” He didn’t bother to spare a glance in her direction, but his brother sensed the tension in his voice. “Or at least I thought I had.”
Ignoring him, she raced to her fiancé’s side and knelt, reaching out to him. “Chris, please,” she implored of him, shaking her head frantically. “I didn’t bring you here to die.”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Another lie, he thought grimly. As if to appease his guilty conscience, he quickly added, “I think.”
“Whatever you’re going to do, do it fast.” A tremor of weakness shivered through her voice, and he realized he had never seen her so strained. Even when she broke down or cried – however rare – there always seemed to be an inner strength that pieced her back together. “I can’t hold him for long.” That admittance of limitation sent a wave of shock through the younger man.
He cast the spell, firmly telling himself over and over that his powers would be able to turn this right again. He could run back to the past and take her with him this time, too. He would not lose her again.
Her powers failed her, he turned sharply, and suddenly she was flying across the room in a graceful, catlike ark. She dropped.
“NO!”
Betrayal was an ugly, ugly thing. To think the brother that always protected him could now turn and stab him in the back with a sharp, winking dagger… He never would have guessed or believed the truth without having seen it.
And now – who was left to pick up the pieces if he broke down?
So he didn’t break down, he didn’t think about the pain, and he forced himself to move on. Hiding the mourning, he continued with his regular, demonic hits. Killing demons would solve every problem, he reasoned.
Except, whispered a sneaky voice within him – the voice that cried for all his loses: it wasn’t a demon that killed her, was it?
And Chris wondered: is it called a fracture when the part that’s broken is your heart?
Author's Note: Please let me know what you think of this!
And thanks -- I try to change his personality most of the time so that I don't get bored. I've done a ton of different takes on Piper's death (most of them not posted -- I've got 320-something Charmed fics on my computer and only about 30-something posted), and each one I try to make him different. 
