DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN CHARMED

A/n- I still don't know if I'm going to keep going with this story, it is all up to you guys who are the reviewers now…

This chapter has content that might not be suitable for children. The content is minor torture that will get worse in the future, just a warning. Also, there is some swearing in here, just another warning that I forgot to mention in the first chapter.

MEMOERIES OF THE FUTURE

Chapter 2- The Torture Begins

Oh god, no! Was the only thing Chris could think as demons grabbed him from behind. He tried to fight back, but there were too many. So he did the first thing that he always did when he was in a situation like this.

"Leo!" he called. But it was no use. Leo wouldn't come. He never came.

The last thing Chris remembered was Wyatt smiling evilly at him, the demons shimmering him away to a cold dark cave in the underworld, and his head smacking the hard stone floor.

When Chris finally came to, he found himself in a dark stone room. He was lying on his back, and was on top of which seemed to be a table. He tried to move his arms to get up, but found that they were strapped to the table, along with his legs. Crap, what the hell is Wyatt going to do with me? He looked around, turning his head in odd angles, to see if there was anyone else in the room with him. But the room was empty.

He did notice a large metal machine close to the table he was strapped to. There were metal wires running from the table to the machine. He tried to get a closer look at the machine and saw a lot of buttons, dials, and meters on it. It looked like a control base of some sort. He might not have really cared about that, but the fact that he was strapped to the thing it controlled probably wasn't a good thing.

He tried to orb out, but found he was unable to. Dammit! I still can't use my God-damned powers!

He strained his ears to see if he could hear a sound. He heard the distant voices of people talking. They're probably deciding what they're going to do to me. The thought sent shivers down his spine. He remembered what his twice-blessed older brother had done to him last time he had tried to turn him. He really didn't want to think about that right now.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming, echoing down the hallway towards the room he was held in. Please, anyone but Wyatt! He thought desperately. Unfortunately, if anyone had heard his private pleas, they must have not really cared, because it was Wyatt who walked into the room a second later.

"Oh Christopher, I see you're finally awake. You've been out for about five hours."

"What the hell are you going to do to me Wyatt?"

"That's just like you, Chrissy. Right to the point as always..." He stared at his little brother for a moment with a mocking grin. After figuring out that Chris wasn't going to respond, he continued. "Ok, well I have decided that you have denied me for the last time. I may be your brother, but one can only take so much hatred," he paused.

Chris looked annoyed, "Your point?"

"My point, Christopher, is that I'm tired of just talking to you. I don't know why I ever thought I could get you to join me willingly. You were always too stubborn, so, I've decided to try a new approach."

"And what the hell might that be?" Chris tried to ask angrily, but his voice was shaking too hard. Oh god, this can't be good.

Wyatt walked over to the metal machine turned one of the dials up. Then he reached over and pushed one of the small buttons.

Suddenly, electric currents started running through Chris's body. It made every cell in Chris's body feel as if it were on fire. He felt a scream rise into his throat as Wyatt turned the dial more, making him feel as if someone where stabbing him repeatedly everywhere. But he wouldn't shout out, he wouldn't give his older brother the pleasure.

His vision started to go blurry, partly from the pain, and partly from the tears that were forming in his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly to keep his them from falling, but it didn't help. Chris couldn't take it anymore. As Wyatt turned the dial more, Chris's pride sank, and he screamed. His brother just smiled.

Finally, after what seemed like hours to Chris, Wyatt turned the dial all the way down, and the electric current vanished. But Chris's pain didn't. He still felt as though his body were on fire, and as if there were a thousand knives piercing him. He had barely any time to notice that Wyatt had stopped, when the scent of burn flesh met his nose. The smell made him gag.

"Well that was fun, wasn't it?"

Chris slowly turned his head toward his twenty-four year old brother, who had a stupid smirk on his face. This made Chris want to say some smart comment like, "Go screw yourself Wyatt," but decided against it. That would just make Wyatt mad, and that would mean another visit with "electricity," and he really didn't like the idea of that.

No, instead, Chris just stared at his older brother, urging him silently to just say whatever the hell he had to say.

"No smart-assed comment Chris? Maybe you have matured since your last visit."

You, bastard! Chris thought to himself, still unable -and unwilling- to speak.

"Maybe another jolt will get you to speak..."

Before Chris could protest, Wyatt reached down and turned the very unfriendly dial, and more pain shot threw Chris's body.

TBC...

A/n: Thank you for reading; I really hope you enjoyed the first and second Chapters! This is my first "serious story" that I've decided to publish. So please, no flames, because those are hurtful, not helpful. But I do greatly accept constructive criticism.

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