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She viewed them in the order they were drawn, starting with pictures of demon attacked against the family to potions being brewed to full on murders of loved ones. There were drawing of torture and combat in grave detail. Each picture, the people seemed to get older. Hearing Wyatt walking into the kitchen only feet away from the room she was in, she shut the book and shoved it back into the basket.

"AUNT PHOEBE!" An angry voice came from upstairs. Only moments later, familiar blue orbs appeared in front of her. Chris has a pissed look about him as he glared at her. "Where is it?"

"Where's what, Sweety?" Phoebe tried calming him down. She could feel his anger, which gave her satisfaction knowing he hadn't taken the empathy-blocking potion this month yet.

"Save the crap and hand it over. I know you have my book." His hands were crossed over his chest as he starred her down. Even at 16, Chris still held the height advantage by about 4 or 5 inches. She dug it out and handed it over. "Did you look through it?"

"What?" She was confused.

"Did you?" He asked forcefully, suddenly being very protective of the book.

"No," She fibbed. After all, if she admitted it not only would he be mad at her for the rest of his life, but also she would either have to a) Tell him about the other future or b) send him to therapy to play the concerned aunt on why he would draw those images. He tried to sense if she was lying, but eventually bought into it.

"Thank god," He mumbled. "Sorry, I just don't like people invading my privacy."

"I can understand that. When I was your age I would do anything just to stop Pi-"per from looking through my stuff. She stopped mid phrase as she noticed Chris tense up at the mentioning of Piper.

"I've got to go," He swallowed hard while speaking and walked out of the room, book in his right hand. When he left she just couldn't stop thinking that everyone she had grown up with were gone, replaced by new family.

Upstairs, Chris hid the sketchpad under his bed, which was in the corner, and flopped onto it. He laid, staring up at the numerous band posters and bumper stickers stuck to his ceiling. Eventually, he drifted into a slumberous state.

"You can't hide from me, Christopher." A demonic voice rang through his ears. Crutching behind a burning trashcan, a battle hard Chris felt the electricity running through his right arm, matching his adrenaline level. He jumped up and shocked his opponent before looking at his face. It was Wyatt: A long, curly, blonde hair, black clothing, evil Lord Wyatt. Wyatt deflected the attack with a sigh and telekinetically brought him into the air. Chris was caught into a chokehold.

"Patty…. Run," Chris managed to choke out as a terrified, dirty, and injured eleven-year-old girl ran across the ally into the ghost town previously known as San Francisco. A furious Wyatt threw an energy ball at Chris' stomach the same time he let go of his throat. It hit Chris vitally and he screamed in protest.

"You let her go!" Wyatt yelled at his younger brother.

"She's the only family we have left!" Chris shouted back, gaining the strength to stand, heavily panting.

"Weakness! Why can't you see? She's weak!"

"She's eleven." Chris reasoned.

"I only spare your life in hope that you join me one day."

"I. Will. Never. Join. You." Chris spat out and orbed away, leaving an annoyed Wyatt.

Chris jolted awake sweating. Looking at the clock on his desk, he relaxed. He was only asleep for 2 minutes. Running his hand through his hair, he sat up and reached under his bed for the book. Wyatt sat in his room on the other side of Chris' wall. He was leaning against the royal blue walls with toes grabbing the shaggy black carpet bellow him. In his hand was a picture frame from his graduation. It was a picture of him, Chris, Melinda, and their mom just four days before the event. Leo's thumb had gotten in the way while he was taking the picture, so the lower right corner was blocked off, but it made Wyatt love the picture even more. His stare was only interrupted when a tear landed on the glass.

"Hey, Aunt Phoebe, Paige," Wyatt greeted as he passed them. He just gotten home and it was around 2 o' clock in the morning. "Why are you guys here? It's way past old people bed time." He joked.

"Oh, shut it. 42 is not that old of an age!" Phoebe denied.

"Wait until we hit fifty, then I'll let you rip on my age. I still have almost a decade left! By that time, Piper and Leo could be grandparents!" Paige pointed out.

"So really, why are you guys here?" He asked again. Chris, who happened to be eating a slice of pizza walked in from the kitchen.

"Demon hunting again." He responded. Piper came in from the bathroom and slapped Chris' hand. "Wha?"

"Save some pizza for the rest of us, would you?" She fake scolded him. He just rolled his eyes and looked over to Wyatt.

"Where the Hell have you been? You look like someone threw an atomic bomb full of paint at you." He commented.

"Language! I don't want your sister to be hearing that." Leo said as he entered the room.

"Sorry." Chris apologized.

"And I was out paint balling with Natalie." Wyatt said as he wiped some of the drying blue paint off his cheek.

"DEMON!" Chris shouted as he dodged fire thrown from the demon's hand. Leaning out of the way, the fire blasted past Chris hitting Piper.

"Mom!" Chris and Wyatt yelled as soon as they knew what just happened.

"Get the demon, I'll be fine." Piper coughed. Wyatt and Chris sprung into action and the demon was vanquished. Wyatt turned around to find Paige desperately trying to heal Piper, but the gods just wouldn't allow it. Wyatt felt his world crumble as everyone in the room fell to her side. Breathing out their last words to Piper, she began to move on.

"I'm sorry. Please, don't go, I love you so much," Chris begged to the ghost rising above.

"Don't blame yourself, I love you all. I guess this just couldn't be prevented. Blessed be." Piper's ghost said and she faded away.

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