Chris stood in the attic opposite his older brother who was watching his every move.

"Come on Chris. Join me."

Chris remained silent.

"Being evil isn't so bad and…"

"Don't even say it. It…it's wrong."

"Well you know what the other option is," Wyatt laughed, sure his brother would prefer to join him.

"Fight," Chris said calmly, causing Wyatt to laugh harder.

"Fight me? You know you can't win."

"I know, but I refuse to die without a fight. Innocents will die in your hands and, even knowing I can't stop, it won't stop me trying." Wyatt shrugged.

"Fine." Chris stared in to his brothers eyes seeing nothing but evil. Not so long ago Wyatt would never have dreamt of killing his own brother. They had been so close, but now Wyatt wanted Chris to join him, to cause chaos...kill innocents.

Chris refused. He wouldn't be so cold hearted.

"I'm going," he said "I see no reason to stay here and you won't kill me." He was about to orb out when Wyatt stopped him.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, roughly grabbing Chris's arm.

"I promised I'd meet Bianca."

Wyatt laughed again. "You don't love her. Not truly. Why stay with her when you can join me and, hey, who knows what we could do together given our power." Wyatt smiled at the thought.

Chris pulled out of his grip. "I love her and I'm staying good, even if that means death." He went to orb out again and this time Wyatt didn't stop him other than by one comment.

"She won't be there." Chris didn't orb, but instead stopped still, as if frozen in time and Wyatt just grinned as if he had won. "Sorry Chris, but I couldn't let her live, you know, what with her being good and all. Maybe if she'd of left you alone I might have spared her."

"How could you, you…"

"Now now," Wyatt said in a calming voice "you know it's for the best."

"I still won't join you!" Chris yelled at him, tears streaming down his face. Wyatt looked slightly taken a back.

"Then you will have to die as well." He tried to sound strong though his voice was a little shaky and Chris knew that even if he didn't want to kill him, that it wouldn't stop him this time. An athame appeared in his hand and he gripped it tightly, stepping forwards towards Chris as he did so.

He stood right in front of his younger brother and went to stab him, but Chris caught the athame just before it touched him. Neither of them said anything and for a moment they both stood still. Wyatt was the first to move as he pulled the athame back slightly and Chris let go, blood trickling down his hand where he had caught he blade. As soon as Chris let go Wyatt plunged the dagger forward in to Chris's stomach causing him to gasp for air.

He fell to his knees, his breathing becoming heavier and the pain taking over. He tried to pull the weapon out, but he was too weak and getting weaker as the blood poured out, covering his hands.

Wyatt knelt down next to him, sharply pulling the athame out. Chris cried out in pain and clutched his stomach, almost falling forwards, but Wyatt caught him and held him up.

Chris looked in to his eyes and tried to focus though his world kept going black and his life was quickly draining from him. "I thought you loved me. I thought I was important to you. I guess not." Chris didn't reply. Tears ran down his face as he tried to fight for his life. "I didn't want to kill you, after all why would I want to kill the one who means the most to me. The one who has always been there." Chris looked at his brother, unsure of why he was telling him all this. "Still good and evil can not live beside each other and so it came to this," Wyatt finished.

He watched Chris as he fought for his life. For every breath. "Though I'm not going to let you die that easily," Wyatt smirked, forcing Chris to his feet. "You want to fight, then fight." Chris struggled to stand and to even breath now hurt more than ever as the blood still gushed out the open wound.

"I'm…sorry," Chris whispered before allowing his eyes to close and his body go limp in Wyatt's arms.

Wyatt sighed and moved away from his brother, gently laying his body on the wooden floor. He walked away from him and stood facing the wall, tears in his eyes. "It had to be this way," he convinced himself.

He turned around before orbing out to look at his brother one last time as he lay motionless on the floor, his clothes stained from the pool of blood around him.