Headstrong

Strapped down and heavy
Tied up and bound
This weight I carry
This weight I've found
So Let….Me be the one to say
I've really had enough

Chris held the book on his lap, his fingers gripping the edges of the book as he felt a vision coming on.

Phoebe walked into the attic, "Chris?"

Chris didn't respond and Phoebe to her surprise she saw why, he was having a premonition. His back arched almost inhumanly and his eyes flew open, then he disappeared in a swirl of blue orbs.

He landed on the bridge as the first drops of rain fell, he spread his arms out and raised his face to the heavens.

"You can't stop me Wyatt!" he laughed, he for the first time in a long time, felt free.

The storm intensified, lightning crashed, thunder roared, the heavens opened up and the elements all came rushing to meet him. He didn't notice that fact, all he knew was the sensation of his sins washing away.

Downfallen on (or maybe down, falling?)
(Yes, you meant the world to me)
My sweet love
So headstrong
Strong

Everyone, in his own time, always told him he was just as, if not more, stubborn then his mother. He always took it as a compliment, he loved his mum, idolised her even. But then again he idolized his brother and look what happened there.

Sitting back on his haunches he wondered if all this was his fault, if everything happened because he loved them.


Watch me fall

No. This wasn't his fault. It wasn't.

But four years ago he'd believed it, believed he was the source of the world's problems and if he'd never been born everything would be okay.

He knew that was bullshit.

He stood by Wyatt's side knowing that this entire situation was bullshit, Wyatt wasn't meant to be the Source, Chris wasn't meant to stand by his side, at least on the side of evil.

They were meant to be the epitome of power, the Twice blessed and the son of an Elder; an Oracle.

But Wyatt had spent three years corrupting him, three years of perverting his visions, making him practice blood magic…damaging him. Torturing him and loving him in his sick twisted way, Wyatt kept saying they were equal but in his heart of hearts Chris knew they weren't.

Wyatt was always the more dominant of the two, even before he'd turned. He took the lead and always dragged his brother (When they were younger it was usually willingly) along with him.


One time too many
You let me down
Won't think what could be
Can't feel much now

Leo had his suspicions about his sons from the get go, but his problem lied mainly with his youngest son, little Christopher.

He'd blamed Chris for his mother's death, that the young witchlighter should have been able to heal her. Not realising that it was his eldest who was turning. His treatment of his son was not dissimilar to past Leo's treatment of the Charmed Ones' newest whitelighter.

Oh if the Elder only saw the truth earlier, maybe then Chris wouldn't have been forced to harness Excalibur's powers to defend himself against his own father.

Even though he hated to admit it darkness resided as much in his own soul as it did in his brother. He'd tasted evil, and despite everything he knew he'd cherished the feeling it gave him.

He understood, it was all about power.

Those who have it.

And those who don't.

And Christopher Halliwell held power in spades.


Downfallen on
(Yes you meant the world to me)
My sweet love
So headstrong
(Are you?)—This is whispered and hard to pick up
Strong

Watch me
Change this world inside of you
Change this world inside of you

It wasn't the welfare of the world that had prompted his trip to the past it was his family, family meant everything to Chris and he wanted to save his brother. If the Resistance won Wyatt would most likely be executed and Chris couldn't have that. Wouldn't have it. Wyatt was the last living member of his family and they needed each other.


Does it really mean that much to you?
To hide your fear, to test the way I feel?
To test the way I feel
To test the way I feel
To test the way I feel

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

Chris knew Wyatt knew him better then that.

The Twice Blessed wasn't surprised when Chris essentially told him where he could shove the deal.

Both knew the other loved them more then life itself. And Chris knew he'd really pissed of Wyatt when he started dating Bianca, Chris had sensed that Wyatt and Bianca had gotten involved with each other shortly after he'd left. It didn't make her death any less painful.


Watch me crawl
Watch me break
Watch me crawl
Watch me throw it all away.

He'd lost his whole family to evil and he wasn't going to lose himself to it either, he was good. And he was going to fight, damn the consequences…

But the power and magic flowing through his veins had other ideas.

He closed his eyes and thought about the vision, his right hand trailed to his stomach, lightly tracing his fingers over the spot he'd been stabbed, the athame was cursed, it had hurt like hell in the vision. Whoever it was was blurred in the vision, but the meaning of the vision was clear even to him, the evil that turns Wyatt will kill him too.

The words were fuzzy but he'd heard, "Don't make me sacrifice you both"

Downfallen on
Yes you meant the world to me
My sweet love
So headstrong
Strong

"Chris!" The call of his name tore him from his thoughts, turning around he saw his charges standing on the bridge behind him, "What are you doing up here? It's pissing down rain!"

Chris looked around at the storm raging around them, "I didn't notice." He whispered as the Charmed Ones grabbed his arms and orbed him back to the manor.


I can't believe the things you say
So wrongful how I feel this way
I'm sleeping to relieve this strain.
So calmly, slowly, softly
Just Let it all just drift away
Let it all just drift away

I'm always with you baby brother… a soft voice filtered into his mind as his consciousness faded into oblivion… it's okay for you to sleep…no nightmares…I promise.