Three months ago today Chris had cradled the body of his best friend in his arms.
Three months ago today Chris had watched men he didn't know zip Sarah up in a body bag, making him scream at them not to touch her. Not to take her away from him.
Three months ago today Chris had sat in bed at night, almost waiting for her to come walking through the door.
Three months ago today Chris's world ended.
The streets of San Francisco were filled with screams and wails. Buildings lay in rubble, glass showering down on any unsuspecting bystander stupid enough to linger for too long beneath it. Lord Wyatt Matthew Halliwell had successfully managed to send the world into complete chaos.
In three months.
In every book on the subject Chris had ever read, in any movie he had ever seen, there was usually an underlying message. When someone dies- the world doesn't end.
Sure looked like it to him.
Witches and mortals alike were scurrying for cover in fear of being killed –or worse- not killed. Demons under Wyatt's command patrolled the city on an hourly basis, bringing anyone with any amount of power directly to Wyatt.
Chris didn't want to think about what happened when they got there.
Despite the chaos and destruction and the ever-looming cloud of death along with the figurative 'WANTED' sign hovering over his head, Christopher Perry Halliwell ambled slowly down the ruined streets as though this was an ordinary walk he took every day. He hadn't shown his face above ground since he had walked into the living room of the manor to find his brother standing over his massacred family.
Three months ago.
Footsteps rapidly approached him but Chris made no movement, or showed any signs of hiding.
Maybe he wanted to be caught. Maybe part of him longed to be beside his brother and have someone he knew take care of him. He was Wyatt's brother after all; maybe he would take pity on him and allow Chris to join ranks. Maybe…
Chris's thoughts were rudely derailed when a teenager no older then seventeen crashed into him. His face was flushed and a dark substance stained his grubby shirt.
"You have to help me!" he pleaded desperately, seizing Chris's shoulders.
"It's my friend! There was a demon and- there is so much blood and they keep screaming! PLEASE!"
"No." Chris spat harshly, tugging his arm out of the boys grasp and moving down the street. He didn't want to help people- who had helped him when he was trying so desperately to hide from his brother? Nobody. He had spent his time building up a suitable concealment charm in his mother's abandoned nightclub, scavenging for tinned food and trying in vain to make his magic work so he could create more. His magic strength had faded…
Three months ago.
The teen would not be deterred, grabbing Chris again and pleading over and over.
"PLEASE!" he begged as Chris tugged out of his grasp again and headed down the street.
"SHE NEEDS HELP! SHE'LL DIE!"
The words stirred in Chris's mind, a haunting familiarity to them. He had thought that precise thing when he held Sarah's shaking body in his arms. The words weighed heavily in his mind before a voice invaded his thoughts.
"Help them, Chrissy."
The feminine tones made his heart leap, his eyes showing life for the first time in three months. He knew that voice. He knew what he had to do. Chris turned around and stared the teen up and down before uttering one single word.
Chris and the unnamed teen weaved their way over fallen power lines and overturned trashcans.
"I didn't want to move her," the boy explained from his position, "But I couldn't leave her where she was in case the demons came back."
Chris was too busy thinking about what had persuaded him to be here then listening to the boy until a pained whimper came from a few meters ahead of him. Without thinking Chris tore forward and knelt beside the fallen girl. Her long black hair hung limp in her eyes, stringy from lack of care, her green eyes staring fearfully into his.
"Don't hurt me." She whispered through her tears.
"Don't worry Kelly, he's here to help you." The boy reassured her, taking her hand in his and looking into Chris's eyes with his worried brown ones.
"Harry! You came back!" she gasped happily.
"Course I did."
"Where does it hurt the most?" Chris interrupted, his heart aching at the scene.
"My stomach. T-there was a fireball and i-it just mis-s-sed me."
Chris's hands cautiously raised the bloodstained shirt, noting that the blood on 'Harry's' shirt was obviously from her. A bloodied wound marred the tanned skin and Chris pulled off his jacket, tearing the fabric before wrapping it around her wound.
"We need to get her back to my place." He whispered quickly.
"Because this wound will need some medical supplies I don't have here. I think if I try I can conjure something magical for it but using magic in this alley is dangerous. Take my hand." Chris instructed firmly as he outstretched his hand while gently sliding his arm underneath the girl's back.
When Harry took Chris's hand they all disappeared in a swirl of orb lights.
It took Chris a solid hour and a half until Kelly's wound was relatively healed. Bandaging the wound had been easy; he had had plenty of practice on Sarah when she had been too afraid to go to Wyatt in fear of receiving a safety lecture on demon hunting. Magic was the hard part.
Aside from orbing and the concealment charm, Chris hadn't used his magic at all. But after several tries and a lot of focusing his powers had been able to supply a decent healing charm.
"Thank-you." Kelly whispered shyly to him when he had finished. Harry immediately hugged her softly, not wanting to harm the wound.
Chris's chest constricted as he watched the pair hold onto each other for what seemed to be a decade. When they finally broke apart, Harry thanked Chris profusely.
"It is no big deal." Chris replied emotionlessly.
"No, it is, you saved my best friends life and I don't even know your name."
"Chris Halliwell." He replied without thinking.
Kelly gasped and drew back, clutching at her side and Harry stood protectively in front of her.
"Wait! I won't hurt you!" Chris corrected himself.
"You're his brother." Harry snarled.
"And I'm working against him!" Chris insisted.
Harry glared at him untrustingly but lowered his arms.
"Why should we trust you?" he spat.
"Because I saved your best friend. And my brother killed mine."
Kelly's eyes softened almost immediately but Harry stood his ground.
"I don't believe you."
Chris reached into his back pocket and removed a battered photo of him and Sarah in the garden of the manor. Harry looked it over and he spared a glance at Kelly before he looked back at the picture.
"She was in the paper." He said finally, "in the obituaries. Serenity Sparrow."
"Sarah." Chris corrected.
Harry nodded slowly and allowed himself to relax.
"I'm sorry. About her. How long?"
"Don't be, and three moths ago today." Chris replied as he took the picture back, wistfully touching Sarah's face in the picture.
Kelly stood awkwardly and looked at Chris.
"You could come stay with us." She suggested, "You know, you seem sort of lonely. There is about ten of us living in an abandoned apartment downtown. It's a bit crowded but-"
"Ten of you?" Chris interrupted. There were others who resisted Wyatt's lure?
"Give or take. We usually pick people of the streets who need a home, y'know? But you don't have to I mean-"
"Stay here." Chris interrupted her.
"What?" Harry questioned.
"Stay. Here." Chris repeated, "There is a concealment charm on the place so we can't be found and there is more room here then anywhere else. All of you can."
"Positive." Chris replied, the beginnings of a smile touching at the corners of his lips.
He hadn't smiled in three months.
Harry left the room and headed towards the apartment, leaving Kelly to rest and Chris to sit at the bar with the photo in his hands.
'Well done Chrissy.' An unseen voice whispered in his ear.
"Thank-you Sarah." He whispered to the air.
He was going to help people out of this mess. He was going to fight back and resist Wyatt's pull of evil with the help of… friends.
After three months of depression, self-doubt and blame things were finally starting to work out.
Maybe the world hadn't ended just yet.
A/N- so that is the epilogue and my idea of how Chris started his own little 'anti-Wyatt scheme.' I do not really love this chapter and there is a chance I may come back and re-write it later but for now this is it. Everto Dea has hit a rather unfortunate roadblock but I am hoping to work through it. Hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks to all me readers and a BIG, BIG, BIG thanks to my reviewers!