Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. They all belong to someone else and I don't have the money to buy them. Sighs. Bummer.

Warning: The Charmed sisters die in this one, tears roll down face what a shame. Oh well. This story mainly revolves around Chris, Wyatt and Leo.

Justin: sipping coffee Morning all! waves.

Key of Darkness: To everyone who hasn't read my other stories, this is my muse, Justin.

Justin: Again, morning all.

Key of Darkness: glares How come you've got coffee?

Justin: Because I'm not sitting in SOSE with Mr. Goodman looking over my shoulder.

Key of Darkness: Turns sharply and looks around St. He's standing next to me.

Justin: Told you! Ha, ha!!!

This is a true story. The story of my life. The story of how I survived, and at the same time, how I died. This is me.

"Wy, Chris, breakfast! NOW!" Piper yelled from the kitchen. The two of them were 17 and 16 respectively and they still wouldn't get up the first time they were yelled at.

"BOTH OF YOU DOWN HERE NOW!!!" She shook her head as she heard the thunder of feet coming down stairs, then her eyes widened as she heard someone falling down said stairs. She bolted out the door and rounded the corner to find Chris sitting on the bottom step holding his head with Wyatt crouching in front of him, a golden glow around the hand that was placed in his brother's forehead.

"Are you alright baby?" she said as she knelt down next to her two sons. Chris nodded. "Really?"

"He'll be fine mum. Try not to worry. He's okay." said Wyatt, his hand still on Chris's head.

"What's going... Chris!" Paige exclaimed as she reached the top of the stairs, still wearing her pajamas. "What happened? Are you alright?" She raced down to him.

"How come everyone panics when I get hurt? I'm almost always fine."

Wyatt wrapped an arm around his brother and pulled him to his feet. "We just don't want you to get hurt. You know we love you and we don't want to see you hurt."

"Yeah. You're very special to all of us and we don't want to lose you."

"Still..."

"Still nothing! Your mother had to fight of demons to keep you. Both of you. We all loves you very much, including sleepy head up stairs, and we don't want to lose you to something as simple as a fall down the stairs." Chris hung his head as Paige scorned him. "Now, go and eat your breakfast, you don't wan to be late again today." They bolted into the kitchen with the two sisters looking after them.

"Thanks." Said Piper once they were out of earshot. "I owe you." She reached over and hugged her youngest sister.

Paige retuned the hug. "No, I owe you. There are so many things that you've done for me, so many time when you've saved my butt...

"And so many times when you've saved mine. I..."

She never got the chance to finish that sentence. Never. I always wondered what she was going to say. Never did find out though. One minute Wy and I were standing with our ears pressed to the door listening, the next we were picked up roughly and dumped unceremoniously into the street out side. Well that's Wy told me anyway. I can't actually remember. Wy said I hit my head pretty hard when we fell. He said the house blew up or something, by some sort of charm.

I told him he should have left me and gone and tried to save mum, Phoebe and Paige. He whacked me over the head then hugged me; saying that he couldn't have left me, not for anything. He told me dad had tried to go back in but the fire was too hot. There was nothing either of them could have done. I realize that now.

Another thing that I realize is how much Wy cares about me. He tries not to show it, but there's times when I'm in danger and he will sort of come out of his shell and talk to me.

"There's no out, Wy. I've already tried." Said Chris from the corner of the cave he was huddled in.

"There's got to be! There just has to!" Wyatt threw an orb bolt at the wall just to make sure that there wasn't a weak point hidden there. It bounced back an scattered into glimmers of light. "DAM IT!!! No."

Chris stood up and walked over to his brother, placing his hands on his shoulder. "Calm down. Just calm down."

"How can I calm down when my brother is in danger?!?! I couldn't live with myself if you ever got hurt! I couldn't care less if I didn't get out of here; I just want you to be

Okay..." A tear ran down his face as he said the last few words and Chris stood staring at him, shocked at what he had said.

"You can't mean that..." He whispered. "You can't be serious. You have to get out too."

"Not as much as you do. I want you to live. I don't care what else happens." Be brought his brother into a tight hug. "I don't care what else happens." He whispered, "I don't care..."

Dad orbed in about five minutes later, grabbed us and orbed us back to the house. I still can't figure out why we couldn't orb in and out, but dad could. Oh well. Must be one of life's little mysteries.

I couldn't believe how much my brother could care for me. He was willing to die to let me live...

"Chris buddy, don't move." Wyatt said as he entered the room. Chris was sitting on his bed reading. What he hadn't realized was that there was a huge spider demon hanging directly above his head. Chris froze at his brother's command, but his eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Just stay very still, don't move a muscle." Chris opened his mouth to speak. "Don't open you mouth either. I really don't want to panic you or anything, you with your fear of spiders," Chris went pale and his eyes strained to look above his head without actually moving it. "But there is a spider demon above you."

Wyatt could see beads of sweet starting to form on his brother's forehead. Slowly and carefully, he took a step towards him. The demon hissed and Chris coward. "Stay still Chris."

Wyatt and the spider moved at exactly the same time. Wyatt lunged for his brother as the demon came for him. Wyatt covered his brothers body with his own, wrapping him tightly in his arms. The spider sank its fangs into his back and Wyatt screamed.

Leo orbed into the room. "What..." He spotted his sons, then the spider with it's teeth tearing through flesh. He ran forward and grabbed at the thing, throwing it back against the wall. As it came away from his sons shivering and convulsing body, a fang remained, imbedded in his back.

Leo took a bottle out of his pocket and threw it the beast, and instantly, it exploded into a giant ball of flames.

I'll never forget what happened. Neither will Wy. He still has a scar on his back from that fang. He was sick for ages too. It was so frightening, feeling him convulsing and shaking. He was so weak, so helpless, and there was nothing I could do to help him. Nothing. Sometimes I feel so worthless, so confused, almost as if I don't have a place in this world. Almost as if I am worthless. If Wy ever found out I feel like this, he'd wonder where he'd gone wrong, think it was his fault. But its not. He was the one that made me realize that I do have a place in this forsaken world.

Chris wiped the tears away from his eyes. It was pointless. They just kept coming and he could do nothing to stop them. He was worthless. He was nothing and he knew it. He couldn't do anything. He was just some worthless piece of junk that floated around in space. Just nothing. Nothing.

Nothing...

What's wrong? Came his brother's voice in his head.

nothing...

Wyatt orbed into his brothers room, having figured out long ago that the door was locked. "Chris...Something is bothering you, I can tell."

"There's nothing wrong." He said quietly. "nothing..."

"Buddy..."

"Don't even pretend you like me. I know you don't care. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me. You don't give a dam..." he yelled angrily at his brother.

Wyatt strode across the room and grabbed Chris by the shoulders and shook him. "Get a grip! You obviously don't know me to well then. 'Cause I love you. You are what make my world go round, the only thing I live for. It's because you're my brother that I live. It is because your there, every day, that I haven't ended it all."

"I'm sorry I kept you here than. I'm not worth you love..."

Wyatt's face softened and he shook his head. "No... You are worth my love. Every bit of it. I love you and that's the end of it. You're my brother and I will never give up on you. I will always be here for you. No matter what. I will always be there to help you and nothing you could do, nothing you could say will ever change that. Nothing."

Chris found it almost funny. The word that made him feel worthless now made him feel as if he was on cloud nine.

And for the first time in weeks, I smiled. That happened about a month after mum and her sisters died. I still miss them, even after ten years. Wy says it's okay to miss them. I know it is and all, but... there's always something in my mind that's telling me to get over them and move on. I don't know. The other day, he saw me crying about them I stopped pretty quickly when I realized he was watching me but he came over and told me it was normal to cry.

Sometimes he says things that totally go against what other people say. Every one says that you're a baby if you cry, but he told me that I wasn't, that is was fine, and I believed him. He's taught me a lot about myself and who I want to become. He taught me more than dad did.

Dad is always so busy with one thing or another. But somehow he always makes it home for diner. Wy is a great cook. Dad say's he's taken after Mum a lot. He makes these great soups for us and stuff, and I don't know how, but every time a burn the diner, he is able to fix it and it still tastes really great.

Leo walked through the house following the smell of something burning.

"Oh not again! Chris!" he heard his eldest son groan. He pushed open the door and....

BANG!

The stove exploded and a column of fire rose from the cooker to the ceiling. Chris made to throw a bucket of water over the blaze but Wyatt stopped him.

"He raised his hand and flicked it at the blaze. It petered and went out. "Never throw water any where near electricity. I'm pretty sure the explosion broke a few cords." Chris nodded.

"We just got that stove fixed." said Leo with his trade mark frown.

Both Chris and Wyatt hung their heads. "Sorry dad." They said in unison.

"Don't worry. I'm just glad the house didn't burn down. Let's not make it three houses in as many years."

"Yes dad." They said.

"Now even with Wyatt's incredible cooking skills, I doubt every much that this mess this was diner is salvageable. Who's up for Chinese?"

"Make it Tai and I'm with you." said Chris with a gleam in his eye.

And that's just some of the trouble with the human world. Don't get me started with the world of magic. That kitchen must have been replaced more than a dozen times. It wasn't my fault all the time though. There was the one time we trapped a demon in there and it tore the place to shreds...

Tick, tick, tick, CRASH!!!!

Chris jumped. "What the?" he looked up at the wall where the clock was supposed to be, then down at the floor where currently was.

He turned suddenly as he heard a scrapping sound coming from the mantle piece.

"..."

The vase that was on it was moving slowly but surly to the left. In a sudden flash of movement, it flew from the mantel piece and straight at his head!

"WYATT!!!!!"

Instantly Wyatt was at his side having orbed down next him. The two of them ducked the flying vase which crashed into the wall.

"What was that?" Wyatt asked, puzzled.

"That, big bro, was mum's best vase, flying."

"Oh great! DAD!" Leo orbed next to them.

"What's up? You just dragged me out of a very important meeting with the elders. I have to...." He was cut short by another vase pelting for his head. He ducked. "On second thoughts, I elders can wait." he said as he poked his head back up cautiously.

"TAKE COVER!!!" he yelled as he saw the photos on one of the shelves start raising themselves into the air.

They dived behind one of the couches and winched as they heard the shattering of glass and wood.

"We have to trap it." Said Chris suddenly, "and we have find out what the hell it is."

"What?" Wyatt looked at him with an odd look on his face.

"Just find some paint. If what I'm thinking is right, we may have a chance to stop it before it does to much more damage."

Before anyone else could stop him he bolted out of the room and towards the kitchen.

"Ch..."

No. Leo thought. I think I know what he's up to. Just stay here. They waited, and five minutes later Chris staggered back into the room.

"He's locked in the kitchen..." He said before sinking to the floor. Wyatt rushed over to him and gently rolled him onto his side.

"I'm fine. Just give me a sec'." he said quietly. Off Wyatt's concerned look he added. "Really. I just got hit on the head with several flying plates."

"And you call that fine? Great, I have a brother who is insane." He placed his hand on his brother's head and began to heal him. Leo picked himself up off the floor and knelt down beside the two of them. He gently cupped his sons head in his and looked into his eyes, checking for concussion.

CRASH!

"I really hope that wasn't the door." groaned Chris. I couldn't handle it if that thing got out.

Wyatt pulled him to his feet and made sure he was steady before he let go of his brother's shoulders. "Neither could I."

"What were you saying about paint, Chris?" Leo said, eyeing him to make sure he was as fine as he said he was.

"I think that whatever we have in the kitchen," he paused as a crash emphasized his point, "is probably some kind of invisible demon."

"Well duh."

Chris glared at his brother, "And maybe a way to get it to reveal its self is to throw paint or something on it so we can actually see it, and therefore figure out what it is and therefore," he took a much needed breath, "vanquish it."

Leo and Wyatt looked at each other, then back at Chris. "Good point." They both said.

"Good point but," Chris groaned. His brother always found flaws with his plans. CRASH!!! "Do we have any paint?" he asked raising his voice. "And more to the point, do we have enough money to get a new kitchen?"

Leo chuckled. "I can always get a new kitchen through connections, and as for the paint," CRASH!!! "There's some down in the basement."

Wyatt nodded and dashed to the door that lead down stairs. Seconds later he emerged, two large paint cans in hand.

"You stay here kid." said Wyatt, eyeing his little brother. Chris nodded his head, knowing it was futile to argue. He listened as they walked out the door. He could hear more crashing and banging, then yells as the door opened. More crashing and a strange hissing noise.

Chris got up and carefully poked his head round the door. "Dad? Wyatt?"

Wyatt appeared, covered in dust and paint. Chris's jaw dropped.

"It exploded!" Wyatt explained. Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

"I guess we're going to need a new kitchen huh?" He smiled and walked over to his little brother, who had been looking rather pale for most of the encounter. He wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug.

Chris smiled and returned the embrace, fully aware that he was getting covered in paint.

And it's not just the kitchen that's taken a beating from all these attacks. My room has been destroyed several times too...

Justin: That's all folks!

Key of Darkness: whacking Justin's head with Art book There will be another chapter. He's just being an idiot. Stupid brat.

Justin: smirking you shouldn't swear, there could be little kids listening.

Key of Darkness: gggrrrrrr. See you at chapter two!