Hey everyone! I got this story idea on a long, boring car ride. But I think this one won't be a dud! Yes, I am planning to up date my neglected stories, but for now I'm working on this.

Note: I do not intend for there to be much romance in this plot. For now, Catty and Chris are only best friends (though I may tweak that a bit later on) and Bianca is the enemy, as is appropriate in this stage of Chris' life.

Disclaimer: WAIT UP, MR. KERN! NUH-UH! I DIDN'T ZEROX THIS MONEY!! NO, SERIOUSLY, IT'S NOT (cough cough) FAKE! WAAAAAIIIIIIT! I REALLY WANT TO BY CHARMED! PLEASE WAIT FOR ME!!!!!!!! Okay, I don't own Charmed!! But I'm dealing with it...

All Alone:

Chapter One

His steps echoed through the alley as his feet hit the cold pavement. With every gasp of air there came a frosty fog of breath in the freezing night. Through the misty haze he saw a door. Running frantically, he reached it, desperately rattling the knob...only to find it was locked. He turned, but the alley was a dead end.

The stars and pale moonlight illuminated the terror on his face as he stood completely still, thoughts racing. Any moment his attacker would catch him, alone and vulnerable. In this darkness, nobody could save him. Not that anybody ever would.

Her name was Bianca and she held a knife. That was all he understood; but why did she want to kill him? He wasn't special in any way. His only power was telekinesis—he couldn't even orb and his father was a highly-respected elder Up There.

Footsteps in the distance sliced through his temporary calm. She ran, expression twisted in rage and her long, black hair trailing behind her, snapping like a whip in the wind. Her eyes flickered in hatred and her lips curled in sickening pleasure at his fear. In her hand was the knife, glinting threateningly as she poised to attack.

He froze in fear, mouth hanging open in shock. This was the end. He'd been running from her for weeks and now he was trapped. What was it like to die?

As she jerked the knife forward, he closed his eyes and braced himself for overwhelming pain. But the knife never plunged into his gut. A shriek of murderous erupted from her, becoming more and more distant as he felt himself uncontrollably spinning through the cosmos. In the vague depths of his mind, he thought of the safe, protected feeling he'd always had in the manor attic before he landed on the hardwood floor with a thud from several feet off the ground.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in the attic. His head throbbed and he was shaking from the journey. He was too exhausted to celebrate his first orb. Besides, he hated this place with a passion. Now he no longer felt safe and secure.

Blood still stained the carpet where Piper hand met her untimely end. All that was left of Phoebe and Mel and Les were scorch marks and scattered ashes. As for Paige, he didn't know. What was evil and now he was all alone, struggling to survive on the streets as the days passed by.

With a moan, he shivered and lay his head down by the altar where the Book of Shadows, his only means of comfort, used to rest before Wyatt stole it. He didn't want to sleep here, where the family had been murdered, where their innocent souls lingered in nothingness, but he had no choice as the exhaustion crept over him.

The next morning, he trudged through the snow to the bus stop. His old t-shirt and worn-out jeans did little to protect him from the bitter cold of winter. The soles of his sneakers squished and his toes were numb from the leaked in ice.

With an earsplitting screech, the bus pulled up in front of him and he walked on slowly. Ignoring the snickers and laughs aimed at him from his fellow classmates, he wedged past the crowded aisle to the back of the bus and sat down next to Catty, his best friend.

"Chris, you look horrible," she gasped. "Demon?"

He nodded, sighing. "Bianca, the infamous stalker. As always."

"Oh, Chris," she sympathized. She pitied her poor friend but didn't dare show it; it annoyed him when she fussed. Thirteen years old, Catty was a witch without any active powers. She had pale, thin blonde hair that hung down straight and soft hazel eyes like melted chocolate. Along with her parents and her sister Alia, her family was among the last of the witches that had managed to stay in hiding. She and her family had moved to San Francisco three years ago when she was in the fifth grade, and she and Chris had been best friends since that day.

He managed a weak smile to reassure her. "New power," he mumbled between chattering teeth. "I can orb."

Catty's face lit up. "That's wonderful! We can share that at the Alliance gathering tonight at P3!" She lowered her voice, blushing at her outburst. They couldn't be too careful about what they said near their classmates, or they might be accused of practicing witchcraft and end up imprisoned or burned like the others. "Maybe I'll get a new power soon, too," she added hopefully.

"Aw, c'mon, Catty. You're our master spell producer/potion concocter. Who needs a power with your skills?" He grinned at her, but suddenly she became very blurry. There was a twinge of pain in his head where he'd hit the floor last night and he winced.

"Are you all right? What happened to your head?" she demanded, noticing the bruise that had formed there overnight.

"Nothing, I just landed badly. I'm fine. I swear it. I've always been a klutz!"

Catty looked at him uncertainly. "If you're sure...Hey, how about you meet me at my place after school? We can prepare for the Alliance with snacks and stuff, or something." In truth, she was trying to make up an excuse to get him off the streets, where he'd usually wander since he had no place to go. She thought it was too dangerous; no matter how tough he was, he had no chance against Bianca. Catty didn't want to lose him more than anything.

Chris knew that the Alliance wasn't really that big of a deal. There were only four other members: Alia, Ollie, Brandon and Tommy; all kid witches in the area that had so far been untargeted by Wyatt's wrath. The six of them had banded together for protection, but now they were like the family that Chris never had.

"Sure," he agreed, oblivious to her intentions. He added jokingly, "Hey, if you trust me, I can orb us home."

The bus lurched to a stop in front of their high school before she could respond. "People are going to notice that bruise on your head. You'd better come up with an excuse," she warned before heading to her first period as hall monitor.

He nodded. Sure enough, she was right.

"Hey Halliwell, whatsa matter? Got beat up by your grandma?" mocked the school's biggest bullies. His followers, all cowards that joined him out of intimidation, laughed along with him.

"Sure, Paul," he muttered, not giving Paul the satisfaction of seeing him embarrassed. He headed to gym without looking back. People continued to make fun of him, where it be his condition or his clothes or lack of social interest other than with Catty. But just like every other day, he ignored them and stared straight ahead, unfazed and pretending not to care.

About halfway through gym while they were playing basketball, another painful twinge shot through his head and didn't fade. "Mrs. Caloski, I, uh, need to use the bathroom," he choked out. She nodded and gave him a pass, looking concerned.

Once he stumbled into the locker room, he put his head in his hands, willing the pain to go away. Nothing happened after a long, painful two minutes and finally he gave up, opening his eyes—

To face Mrs. Caloski.

"Chris, I want to see you in my office after class," she instructed.

"Uh..." But she was gone. He groaned. Either he was in big enough trouble for her to stalk him into a boy's locker room or she was onto his secret. As much as he relented disobeying, he planned to bolt away as soon as the bell rang. Thought as he was getting changed, he quickly had to eliminate that option.

"Need these?" taunted Paul, holding up Chris' battered sneakers.

"You can have them," Chris replied in monotone. He was too tired to fight back. Besides, he didn't want to satisfy Paul and he certainly didn't want to demote himself to Wyatt's level. But now he couldn't exactly escape as he had planned.

"Where are your shoes?" she asked as he stepped inside.

He shrugged. "Somewhere, I guess. Do you need me for something? I have to get to math class."

"I just would like to speak with you. Sit down, please." She paused to shuffle some papers on her desk as he sat, then met his eyes.

Chris had always felt funny about this woman. She was younger than all the other teachers and the was something unnerving about her—like she didn't belong in the school, like she wasn't really supposed to be teaching gym. And sometimes he'd feel like calling her Aunt Phoebe or something, as creepy as that sounded. She had icy blue eyes and short brown hair, and in a way, did resemble Phoebe. But Phoebe was dead.

"Chris, I'm worried about you. I know more than you might think...and I know what happened to you mother and aunts. I know that you've been living on the streets and I know about the dangers you constantly face."

Chris shrank into his seat. "I don't know what you're saying. My mother's on a business trip and I'm living with my father until she gets back. You're not making any sense," he lied.

Mrs. Caloski sighed. "Chris, you haven't seen your father in two years. Leo abandoned you. Please don't lie to me—I know the truth, Chris." She stood and stepped closer to him. "Christopher Perry Halliwell, son of a Charmed One. Powers include telekinesis and orbing as of last night. On the run from an assassin, Bianca. Current leader of the Alliance. Living alone on the streets. Getting good grades in gym," she listed.

Chris' heart seemed to choke him back from screaming in shock. His mouth hung open in disbelief. "But..."

"My name is Prue Halliwell. I would be your aunt, but I'm your whitelighter since I died before you were born."

Chris shot up with a jolt, knocking the chair back. This couldn't be true. If she was family than he'd only lose her as well. No, he couldn't handle family anymore...not after they'd all mistrusted him, ignored him, then left him here all alone on earth after they'd died. "I—I don't believe you!" he cried, swinging open the office door and sprinting out into the hall.

"Chris?!" Catty called after him, on hallway duty.

"See you," he choked to her, unable to say much more. He was met by the cruelty of the hardened snow squishing between his toes and the cold air smacking him in the face like a fist. His thoughts raced in his mind, and he mumbled incoherently, "I am a person you cannot trace/Invisible to the whitelighter eye/Disappeared through time and space/You can't see where I hide!"

Suddenly he tripped on a pinecone, ending up sprawled out helplessly on the road in less than an instant. A car was coming...Mrs. Caloski's, with the headlights so BRIGHT...he clenched his eyes shut to block out the light and for the second time in twenty four hours, waited for death.

Haha! You guys have no idea how much I enjoy doing this to you all! Anyways, please review if you like the fic! The next chappie's on the way!

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