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Christopher "Chris" Perry Halliwell. (changethefuture) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"I know who I am too!" Chris parroted back, narrowing his eyes the same. He didn't like getting woken up abruptly like that, and he certainly didn't like waking up in strange places that weren't his bed. Not that it happened a lot... well, not after the last time Wyatt had orbed him into the closet and locked it. When he woke up Chris had tried to orb out but somehow his brother kept messing it up. Their mother had scolded Wyatt something fierce after that, but what Chris remembered more was the look his brother had given him. Made him shiver just thinking about it.

As Chris got to his feet his shirt felt kinda scratchy and he looked down, eyes going wide at what looked like blood staining part of it. He may have been only a little kid, but he already knew what blood looked like. He knew about demons too, and arguments that were had over his brother that he wasn't supposed to hear. Little hands pulled his shirt out and he poked his fingers through the hole, wiggling them and then pulling the shirt up to look at his stomach. No blood, no nothing. That was weird. Like, weirder than normal weird. "Dad?" he called out, a little louder than one might normally at first. His dad wasn't always home so Chris had to be louder sometimes. He knew both his mom and dad gave Wyatt more attention, but he wasn't old enough yet to start thinking that his dad might neglect him in favor of his troublesome brother. When nothing happened Chris looked up at the ceiling and called out louder, almost yelling now. "Dad! Dad, it's me!" Surely he could be heard up in the heavens if that's where his dad was. He had no idea he wasn't in his familiar world at all.