Disclaimer: I do not own charmed, if I did there definitely would've been more Chris!

The Future

The rain was pouring down heavily in San Francisco; the sky had turned a murky blue casting a heavy shadow over the city. The strong wind raged across the city, wailing and thrashing as if daring anyone to challenge its power. Destruction and death mingled in the air, and what was once the Golden Gate Bridge was now only bits of rusted steel and battered cars.

A city that was, at a time, filled with life and love, was now filled with deserted streets and battle weary people. The result of chaos had taken its toll across the world. Streets destroyed, buildings gone, the only thing that stood untouched was the infamous Halliwell Manor. What was once suppose to represent the most powerful protectors of good, now represented the very thing they gave their lives for. Everything was gone, demolished, at the hands of a power-hungry tyrant whose only goal was, well, power.

The very being that was suppose to be the essence of everything that was good had finally succumbed to the evil within. Children taken from their homes, slaughtered because their parents refused to bow down to his whims. Scores of people were killed, mutilated, starved, and tortured under his command. There were no such thing as free will, there was only Lord Wyatt.

This was hell.

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In one of the many deserted alleyways, a lone figure emerged. A woman whose face was fatigued and battle weary quickly skirted across the alley towards an old broken down school. The woman quickly looked over her shoulder as if expecting someone there, and just as quickly, as she appeared, disappeared into the building shutting the door behind her.

The woman stood at 5"6, with long brown hair that cascaded down covering her slim shoulder. Her mouth set into a grim line, she walked across the hallway and hurriedly turned into one of the classroom, glancing once more over her shoulder as if daring anyone to come out.

Entering into the classroom, swiftly started pacing backwards and forwards muttering softly under her breath,

"Come on… Come on….Dammit! He should've been here by now!"

Upon hearing the familiar tinkling sounds, she quickly turned and a look of fear crossed her face. The beautiful fluorescent blue lights that once brought relief to many was now a thing of fear. The woman quickly went on the offense.



The orbs merged together to form a ragged young handsome man, whose face was filled with grief. The young woman immediately relaxed on seeing who it was but just as quickly she was filled with a sudden sense of dread. Her brows furrowed, she tried to swallow the lump that was lodged in her throat, slowly stepping forward, she opened her mouth but no sound came out.

The man came forward and fell to his knees, his head in his hands, trying to swallow back the bile in his throat,

"Pr…Prue…he ki..killed them! Wy..Wyatt killed them all! We..we're the only ones left! Their gone!" he cried.

As if all his strength dissipated, he started to crawl towards her.

Prue just stood there. Staring at him she tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. Dead! My s…sisters…cousins!Gone! I just saw them yesterday! No. NO. NO!

Prue quickly scrambled over towards the young man and gathered him in her arms. They mourned for The young couple, wrapped up in their own grief, didn't see or hear the tinkling dark filled orbs that instilled hate and fear in thousands.

"Oh isn't this just cute. My traitorous cousins. My, my, my isn't this my lucky day." The cruelty in the man's voice was obvious.

The young couple scrambled up onto their feet, defiant expressions, faced the intruder.

"Wyatt." Prue stepped in front of the young man as if trying protect him from Wyatt. The young man, not to be outdone stepped forward and sent a hate filled glare towards Wyatt.

The man laughed, and the couple shivered at the sound.

"Prudence, Henry. Is that any way to greet your beloved cousin."

"You're no cousin of ours! You son of a bitch!" Henry spat towards Wyatt.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes at the young man,

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now what would your mother say about that. Insulting her sister, Prue better watch out of your cousin, never know when he might lose his tongue."

Asked Wyatt shaking his head in what seemed to be in amusement, but Prue and Henry weren't fooled, Wyatt's voice held an underlying threat.

"You bastard! Haven't you done enough! Get the hell away from us! You've killed everyone we love! What else can you do you sick motherfu.."

Henry began, but was swiftly cut. Wyatt stalked towards Henry, and in a chilling voice,



"Enough! I've had enough of your silly games. Now tell me what I want to know, otherwise you will soon be joining your special loved ones!"

Silence surrounded the classroom.

Wyatt started to pace all the while muttering, suddenly he stopped and a cruel smirk graced his face.

"Fine. Have it your way. I'll find Christopher one way or the other. The both of you will be very useful for me. Very useful indeed."

Wyatt turned towards the couple, and his eyes were pitch black.

Henry hastily turned to warn Prue, but the moment he turned his back, he felt himself being lifted into the air. A scream echoed across the room, Henry felt the darkness creeping into his vision, Chris!, then nothing.

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Sarah rushed through the dungeons trying to ignore the screams of the prisoners being held captive. Her face filled with determination, she ran up the stairs and down the hallway towards her destination.

Reaching her destination, a room guarded by two of Wyatt's minions, she came to a complete halt. Setting her gaze on the two demons, her eyes narrowed,

"What is going on here!" her tone deadly.

The two demons looked up their eyes flashing, the first one came forward and bowed as he spoke

"My Queen, Lord Wyatt awaits you in your quarters."

Sarah rolled her eyes at the gesture and the tone, Why is it always the evil ones that gives a damn about grammar she thought to herself. She shook her head in amusement thinking about what comments Chris would've spouted out. Suddenly her heart clenched at the thought of the young green-eyed witch-whitelighter. She could feel her eyes mist at the thought of what Chris had gone through when she abandoned him. Not abandon! She reprimanded herself, I had no choice! Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Sarah focused on the two demons in front of her.

"Leave" she said in the same deadly tone.

The demons bowed once more and shimmered out before Sarah could show them the consequences of not listening. Sarah may be Queen, but every demon that has crossed her path knew of her ferocious temper. It may not be as scary as Chris' but it was still a force to be reckoned with.

Taking a breath, Sarah slowly pushed the door open and walked into the room. She saw Wyatt standing his back facing her, dressed completely in black. His long curly locks reaching his shoulder, she knew he was a handsome man, but he never made her heart jump, or skin tingle.



"You called Wy?" she asked softly.

Hearing her voice, Wyatt turned and smirked.

"I have news. My demons attacked a refugee camp and have succeeded in gathering some information on the whereabouts of the resistance. They also managed to bring me back a little present that I took care of."

Wyatt smirk grew more pronounced as he saw Sarah grow paler by the second.

Realization hit Sarah, consumed by grief she ran forward to attack, when she was suddenly backhanded by Wyatt. Crashing into the floor, eyes watery, she sat there glaring at Wyatt with defiant eyes.

"Listen to me you little bitch. Two of them are still alive. Now if you want them to stay that way your going to have to do as I say." Wyatt spat.

Wiping the tears away from her eyes, Sarah glanced up at Wyatt, and softly asked,

"What do you want."

Blue eyes now black as night, and cold as steel, Wyatt's mouth twisted into a sinister smile,

"I think it's time for Chris to comes home."

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