Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Constance M. Burge, Brad Kern, and Spelling Entertainment.
Author's Note: Written for Ceci based on Juanita Dark's Chris in pain icon.
Chris cut the corner, running as fast as he could. He clutched his side as he winced in pain, but he refused to stop. He didn’t know where the warlock had gone, and he wasn’t going to take any chances. Glancing to his right, he found an open door to a run-down building. He ducked into the dark room, placing his free hand on the wall. Pausing for a moment, he listened. No sound came from outside. Taking a deep breath, he slid down the wall and peered at his wound.
Blood gushed out of it and oozed through his shirt. There was no way he could clot it on his own. Cautiously, he peered outside. When he was satisfied that no one was there, he looked skyward.
“Dad!” he called. Nothing. He shut his eyes against the pain and tried again, this time louder. “Dad!”
A swirl of blue lights appeared next to him. He breathed a sigh of relief when Leo appeared in the center of them. The look of calm serenity on his face quickly disappeared when he saw his son.
“What happened?” he asked as he bent down and held his hands over the wound. It vanished without a trace.
“Warlock. Came at me with an athame,” Chris explained. He looked down at where his wound once was. “I wasn’t ready for him and was in too much pain to orb. So I ran.”
“Where is he now?”
“I don’t know. I lost him about two streets ago.”
“Good thing I can blink, Halliwell.” Chris stood up and turned around to see his pursuer happily brandishing the knife.
The young witch didn’t panic. All he did was return the warlock’s grin. “Good thing I can orb.” With that, he and Leo were gone.