Summary : Has anyone stopped to think about what life under Wyatt was like for Chris? The charmed ones certainly haven't. Its still hard for them to except him being evil. What could of made Chris desperate enough to resort to going to the past? What must he of gone through? Things really kick of and all these questions get answered no matter how hard Chris tries to hide the truth. After all, who wants there future parents to know the details of there sons reign. And to think it all started with a demon attack…..

This is set after Chris Crossed. The charmed ones don't know who Chris is.

Prologue

A flash of metal.

A glint of steel.

Shadows falling across the sandy ground looking the part of the menacing darkness that they played in this cruel mockery of a show.

Silence. Broken by the heavy and fast breathing of a horde of, a pause, creatures. Yes because that's what they were. Not human. But still that didn't make things right. They were lined up like lambs to the slaughter except much more dangerous.

Eyes fixed on a single point in front of them, they waited.

A man stood there.

Dark hair falling over his face but eyes shrouded in darkness. He was thin and of average height even with his face staring at the ground with a ferocity that was tangible. Pale skin was dirty and bruises could be seen clearly but there were few, as if mistakes. His stance was strong and eluded none of the fear that was given from the, a pause, creatures. He wouldn't call them demons. For what he had done and was about to do made him, in his eyes, as much as a demon as they.

A signal.

The demons leapt forward.

The man looked up as they ran at him. A grim smile spreading across his lips.

A flash of metal.

A glint of steel.

Flames littered the sandy ground now stained with blood. Pureness gone. Ashes lingered as if to promise their vengeance.

And the man.

The man stood alone.

Cheering. Yelling. Screaming. Silence.

And then… An offer. From a man with icy blue eyes.

Sword driven into dirt. Back turned. Gasps of surprise. A glare.

A cruel smile.

The offer still remained.

Stars shined merrily over an untroubled city. The sky, though black, seemed non threatening and comforting in its darkness. Below the city shined with lights of all the colours of the spectrum. Like a beacon it stood out. A light that could even be seen from space, it seemed majestic and unstoppable. A slight breeze blew, making leaves rustle gently and branches sway. As if lulled to sleep by its calming presence. Streets were sparsely filled with couples who felt safe and protected in their city. They eluded happiness as they walked hand in hand. Eyes shining with life and youth.

They all seemed untroubled by danger and fear. For they have never experienced real terror and pain. In their minds every new day is as fresh and as pure as the last. All they have to worry about is their jobs and paying bills. Never having to take on major responsibility. In their perfect city they were safe and happy. Fighting petty squabbles and doing stupid things, simply because they could. Sure demons roamed but they were vanquished easily by witches without the public even suspecting a thing. No massive wipe out had occurred in decades. Nothing that could be stopped had happened. Everyone magical and human alike lived their happy and carefree lives free and safe. Un-oppressed.

And Chris envied them.

Here he was sitting on top of golden gate bridge. Letting the night air run through his hair and staring pensively at the floor. He had always come up there to think. Whenever he needed space somehow just standing up there would calm and sooth him. Even in the past this effect did not fade. Here he could sort through his thoughts calm and collected. On the bridge , he felt strangely detached and without connection to the world below.

But he did have a connection.

He was connected to everything because of what he had come to do. From the moment he had stepped through that portal, he had excepted responsibility for the future. If he failed , everything would be his fault. But selfishly, he didn't really think about that. Instead his thoughts would turn to his family. He smiled, here they were, safe, happy and blessedly alive! It was hard seeing them but he loved watching them go about their normal day unless, of course, they were shrugging off their charmed duties or not taking the threat to Wyatt seriously.

He grimaced.

He was so close to discovering who had turned Wyatt but whenever he tried to think his thoughts would slip away like water. There had to be something he was missing but he could not think what it was. When he had come to the past he knew it would be hard to find out who was responsible for Wyatt's turning but he had been searching for so long. Surely, this demon could not hide from the combined efforts of him and the charmed ones? He wished he could hurry up and discover what was after Wyatt so he could save him. Was it so bad to want his brother back? To want to go back to a better future and forget any of this had ever happened?

He laughed bitterly.

That would never happen he would never forget. The darkness, the fear, the destruction. It was so devastating and oh so real. No matter how much he wished it would go away he new it would not.

What Wyatt had done would forever leave its mark.

He read from the back of an object in his hands a message he didn't remember writing nor did he understand its meaning . A necklace that he had brought to the past with him. As sacred as his engagement ring he, twisted it over in his hands the smooth metal rubbing over his fingers. A dove was hung on the end of a chain. The symbol of hope forever carved in silver, its wings spread wide and its head thrown back in a act of defiance. In its eyes a fire you would not of thought possible in such a gentle bird. It would of sent a message flashing through anyone and everyone's mind.

Danger. Power.

That's why he liked it. It was small and pure but could still make a difference. It didn't have to be corrupted by evil to gain power because it had its own . It was strong and so resisted the lure of evil. Resisted the easy and simple way out for favour of the harder but ultimately right way. It symbolised the hope for a brighter day. The wish for dry land in an unwavering and deadly storm. It was little wonder it became the symbol for something else. Little wonder it became the hope for the world. Little wonder it became the recognisable sign for a figure in the future that everyone knew.

For if Wyatt had taken the Halliwell symbol. Then Chris Halliwell had taken the dove.

But he didn't want to think about the future now. He wanted to save Wyatt. Save his friends and other people in the world. Those who had suffered because of his brothers takeover. That's why it hurt the most. Through all the pain and tears, his brother was the one causing it.

A tear fell. The drop descended towards the floor where it collapsed in on itself sending droplets of water upwards before they gave in to the pull of gravity and hit the ground with a dull splatter.

Chris orbed. The Cyan lights contrasting with the inky blackness causing shadows to cast shapes. The lights faded and, suddenly, the night seemed very uninviting indeed.

This was just a experiment to see what you think of it. I have got the whole story planned out so please tell me if I should continue.

Tell me at any point if you think the rating should change. Go up / down ect. The angst will fade a bit because I don't want my story to be really depressing and I don't think Chris would be sad all the time. Anyway, tell me what you think and I shall have the second chapter up soon.

2010 edit- I'm going through this story and editing my mistakes, it may take me a while and I'm not changing too much...eventhough going through this chapter made me cringe. But I'm writing the sequal and I've realised that this story needs a lot of cleaning up, so if you've started to read this, or have started to in the past, and are on the verge of giving up...then I'm asking you, as a writer, to please try and get through it. I don't care if you hate it, and I would really, really welcome the feedback, but I am asking you not to judge this story on its first few chapters. I would rewrite them completely, but I don't want to change something important, and I owe it to the readers of my sequal to concentrate on that. Thank you for reading this, please enjoy the story.