Because of You, a charmed fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. No Wyatt no Chris…sniffs…AND I DON NOT OWN THE SONG!!! ALMOST FORGOT THAT!

A/N: JUST CHRIS AND WYATT…PLAY NICE BOYS WE ALL KNOW YOU HAVE YOUR ISSUES.

I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far

Wyatt sneered at his younger, Chris who sat in the attic of the Halliwell Manor.

"Stop crying Chris!" Wyatt merely said. Chris stared at his older brother in disbelief.

"What are you talking about Wyatt?! They died." Chris stuttered.

"EXACTLY! DEAD! SHE IS GONE!" He yelled at him before he started to tear the entire attic apart.

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

"Why do you think dad hates me?" Chris whispered as he sat in his room.

"Go to sleep Chris." Wyatt growled back.

"But…"

"He thinks you're weak. So shut up and go to bed."

I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"To the underworld." Wyatt mumbled back.

"WHAT?!" Chris yelled. "You can't!"

"Yes I can!"

"Mom would've killed you."

"And she isn't here. You small little brat couldn't possible understand that."

Chris tried his hardest not to cry as he felt himself land hard into a cupboard in the attic. Wyatt merely laughed.

"This feels good." He chuckled as he threw an energyball to the bleed body of his little brother. "Are you going to give me a better reaction to my plan Christopher?"

"You becoming an evil ruler aren't one of your better plans Wyatt." Chris grunted as he pulled himself off the ground.

"Mom would have wanted her revenge Christopher. Power is the only thing that can do that. You pathetic little piece of Halliwell. You didn't even care that she died!" He spat back.

I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

"What the Hell is the matter with you?!" Chris yelled to deaf ears.

"The world is now mine. Everyone can feel the pain I went through when they took her. When they took away the only people I cared for." Wyatt mumbled as he played with an energyball before he shimmered out.

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you

I find it hard to trust not only me but everyone around me

Because of you

I am afraid.

Wyatt:Save me? From what?

Chris:From whatever evil it was that turned you.

Wyatt:That's always been your problem, Chris. Stuck in the old good versus evil morass. I'm so past that. It's all about power, it's as simple as that.

Chris:And whoever has the most power wins, is that it?

Wyatt:That's it. That's why I keep this museum in tact. To remind everyone the power from which I was born and that which I possess.

Chris:Too bad the rest of the city isn't fairing as well as your little shrine here.

Wyatt:You know if anyone else tried what you tried, I'd kill them on the spot. But you... I've forgiven Bianca, I can forgive you too. If you promise never cross me again.

Chris:I think you know me better than that.

Wyatt:I thought you said you could talk some sense into him.

Chris:Leave her out of this.

(Wyatt raises his arm and Chris starts choking.)

Wyatt:Pardon me?

(Wyatt flicks his hand and Chris flies across the room.)

Because of you

Chris stared down at the sleeping baby, Wyatt in his crib. A silent tear falling down his cheek.

"How could you think I didn't care?!" He whispered sadly. He spent everyday after the "event" trying to do everything his brother wanted him to do. Trying to knock some sense into his brother. He had to be strong for his brother every damn day. Because of him Chris became angry. He never got to grow up. He never got to be happy, because of his brother, Wyatt Halliwell, he never got to cry or he was weak to him. Pathetic Weak and Small, were his favorite words.

Chris quickly wiped his nose on his sleeve. He was completely oblisive to his surroundings as he tried to contain himself.

"What are you doing?" Came Piper's voice. Chris spun around to find Paige and Piper staring at him in the doorway.

"Nothing…Um…" he stuttered. He began to walk fairly quickly as he rubbed his eyes keeping his head down. "Sorry."

Because of you

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