Ok, so another chapter to my story and a chance to say thank you to those who reviewed and please keep them coming. I know a few of you are wondering what it really was that caused Chris to turn evil, and sorry to say but you won't exactly find out yet, but there is something else that you will find out.
m&m: hmm...Chris having something to do with Phoebe and Coop's death? I'll tell you now, no, but there is something linking to that at the end of the chapter so I hope you enjoy :D
Anyway, people, enjoy the chapter and for those who are reading Growing Up Troubles, I'll have an update for that coming very shortly.
Changed Fate Pt 4
Trying to Act Normal
Piper stepped through the door from Magic School just in time for Wyatt to orb into the house with his three cousins in tow.
"Where's Chris?" was the first thing that Piper asked, was that what she usually asked when Wyatt came home without his brother? She did not know anymore what she usually acted like, the thought of her baby boy turning evil was all that she could think of, and by the sounds of it under her own nose. Surely she would notice if her son was stealing powers and turning evil? But from what the future version of her eldest son had told her, she did not.
"I saw him go off with some girl," Wyatt rolled his eyes as the three girls ran into the living room, "So don't know now."
"Some girl?" Piper frowned, some girl did not sound good, was this Brooke? "Who was the girl?"
"I don't know," Wyatt shrugged, making his way up stairs, "I think he said her name was Brooke, but I'm not too sure. Don't really care to be honest. I have homework to do, or do you want me to go find him?"
The eldest living Charmed One had to think about what she would usually do, she knew sending Wyatt out to look for Chris would not be any use, even if she did need to get him away from this girl. Her son was going through a rebellious stage and the only person he listened to was Leo, so she shook her head.
"I'll ask your dad to call him when he gets home, it's ok."
Just then, the door to Magic School opened, and Piper started to worry that it was going to be one of the future people. Turning around, she did not realise that she had held her breath until Henry stepped through, shocked to see his nephew and sister-in-law both stood on the stairwell.
"Hey, have you seen Paige anywhere?" He finally asked, "I've looked all over Magic School but can't find her." What did Piper tell him? That she was with Leo and two people from almost ten years into the future, or that she had not seen her all day? She wanted to tell him the truth but not with Wyatt near her.
"I think she was with Leo," Piper told Henry, "But I'm not sure to be honest, Henry. I'm sorry."
"It's ok, Piper," Henry sighed, "If you do see her, can you ask her to come home? I've got to get back, I'm sure the nanny will want to get home."
Slightly distracted, Piper nodded her head and watched as her brother-in-law left the manor.
"Aunt Piper?" a little voice came from behind her, "Can we have some cookies?"
"You know where they are," the mother of two smiled at her three nieces, "But only one, you don't want to ruin your dinner."
"Are you ok, mom?" 16-year-old Wyatt now asked from the stairs, "You seem a little, well, out of it."
"I'm ok, sweetie," Piper nodded her head, "You go up and do your homework. I'll call you for dinner. Oh and if Chris gets in, send him down to me."
Once Wyatt was out of sight, Piper let herself let out a heavy sigh. What was she going to do? How could she act normal knowing what was going to happen? Not only was her husband going to die, but her youngest son was going to turn evil.
2028
Chris groaned as he heard a knock at his bedroom door. Why did his minions have to wake him up? They had better have some good news for him. His brother better be back in the present, but then if he was, why had he not been alerted himself that his spell had been activated? Pushing the black silk sheets off his naked body, he pulled himself out of the bed and threw on his black trousers then made his way to the door, glancing back at the sleeping form of the Kieran demon.
Shaking his head, he opened the door, to find two demons both with their heads lowered.
"What?"
"We have some news for you, my liege," the first demon spoke, "You cousin, Henry, he's finally been caught."
So it was not the news he really wanted to hear, but it was good news. His final family member, bar Wyatt, had been caught. So far, he had four of his cousin on his side, one dead, his aunts, uncles and mom dead and now his final cousin captured. Just what he needed to hear after the bad news he had received earlier that day.
"Take him to the dungeons," Chris ordered his two demons, "I'll be there in five minutes. Do NOT harm him, understood?"
"Yes my liege."
With that, Chris shut the bedroom door and turned his back to it, so he was facing his bed once again. The blonde haired demon was awake now and sat up in the bed.
"Aren't you coming back to bed?"
"Get dressed and leave," Chris ordered her while pulling on a black shirt. When she did not move, he looked deep into her dark eyes, "I said leave!"
"What's going on?" Casey asked now, as she pulled herself off the bed and began to get dressed.
"It's nothing to do with you," Chris told her, beginning to leave the room, "You don't get to find out information, you're just a whore."
At that, the 23-year-old Halliwell left the room, ignoring the hurt look on the demon's face.
2019
"Shouldn't you be going back home?" Brooke asked the 14-year-old brunette of whom she was sitting between the legs off, her back to his, as he leant against a tree, laying kisses up her neck.
"Probably," Chris shrugged in response, running his hands up the inside of the girl's left leg, he did not care that people would be able to see him, "But why not make them worry a little more," Chris stopped what he was doing as he heard the 15-year-old start giggling, "What's so funny?"
"You," Brooke said, looking back at the Halliwell, "You say you're so worried about the demon attacks on your family, yet you love pissing them off."
"Yeah, well, what fun would there be if I didn't piss them off," Chris smirked with a shrug, but then he sighed and his face turned serious, "But if something happened because of a demon attack, the Underworld wouldn't know what had hit them."
"I still think you should join both sides together," now Brooke was facing the male, "You're powerful enough to do it, Chris. Just think about it. No more demon attacks, no more family deaths. I mean, you're family are still getting back on their feet from your aunt's death two years ago, can you really go through that again?"
At first the Halliwell thought about it, but then shook his head and got off the floor.
"I've got to go, Brooke." He stated, picking up his school bag and making his way to somewhere where he could orb from.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"Will you think about what I said?" she shouted to him, now off the floor herself, her hands on her hips, a soft, pleading look on her face. When Chris saw it, he could not help but smile. That look always had him smiling, or running back to her, or doing whatever she asked him to do. Slowly, he nodded his head at the request and pointed behind him,
"But really, Brooke, I have to go, my dad'll be home soon."
Seeing the auburn haired girl nod her head, Chris made his way to behind a tree, where the park was deserted, so he could orb home.
The minute he got home though, he regretted it.
"Christopher Perry Halliwell, where have you been?" Piper asked, her tone more worried than angry.
"Out," Chris shrugged, "I'm home before dinner aren't I? Anyway, I had detention. Didn't Wyatt tell you?"
The younger Halliwell made his way up the stairs, but Piper was not finished talking to him.
"Chris, why are you getting yourself into so much trouble?"
"You care that I'm getting into trouble?"
"Of course I care," Piper told him, now slightly angry rather than worried, "If you're not careful I'll ground you." Maybe that would keep him away from demons and this girl called Brooke.
"Since when has grounding me ever work?" Chris rolled his sea green eyes and started back up the stairs, "It's never done before."
"Chris…" Piper started but her son was already up the stairs, ignoring everything she said. Where had she gone wrong with him? What had turned him into this angry teen? He was fine two years ago, before Phoebe and Coop had been killed, after that he closed in on himself and turned as rebellious as he could. That was when she suddenly thought, was her sister's death partly the reason for her son's turning?
"So, maybe we need to get him away from Brooke," Paige now explained, "Kill her…"
"Will that work?" Wyatt raised an eyebrow at his youngest aunt, "I mean, we've tried that…"
"You tried that?" Leo frowned, shaking his head.
"Six years ago," Wyatt explained, "She was killed…we killed her…"
"When you say we…?" Paige pushed for more.
"Me, Henry and Haley."
"Haley?" Paige frowned, "My Haley?" when Wyatt nodded, Paige's face glowed with a smile, but then that changed as she realised what had happened, "Wait, you three killed Brooke?"
"We had to," Wyatt sighed as he stood up to explained, "If we didn't then she would have killed us."
"You don't need to explain yourself son." Leo explained to the future version of his eldest son, but by the look on his face, Wyatt wanted to explain his actions to his family.
"I know dad," Wyatt nodded his head, "And its not that I need to explain my actions, its just that killing her seemed to make it worse."
"Seemed to make what worse?" Leo questioned, leaning forward to see what looked like failure in the Twice Blessed eyes.
"Chris," the blonde sighed, "Killing Brooke made him worse. He went on a rampage against us all. I think that was partly the reason he decided to kill…" But Wyatt quickly stopped himself, before he carried on.
"Kill who?" Paige frowned, realising there was more to what her eldest nephew was telling her. At first, Wyatt looked to the floor, he could not tell her what had happened a year after Brooke was killed, he could not tell her what his brother had done to the family.
2023
A 20-year-old Wyatt walked into to the Halliwell Manor. He had not been in for the past week, he had been out trying to find a way to help his brother, but needed to come home. He knew if he did not, his mom would worry that he had been killed. It was a justified thought, Chris had killed so many innocents lately. Every since he, Haley and Henry all killed Brooke, Chris had flipped, he had killed everyone of the Resistance he could find, starting with one of his old friends, Troy Gabel.
"Hey, mom, it's just me," Wyatt called up the stairs as he shut the front door of the old Victorian manor. They were lucky they still had this place. Chris could have easily taken it for himself, but he never bothered, which meant there was still some humanity in him, "Mom? Aunt Paige?" The rest of the adults now lived together, it was safer for them all like this. Phoenix and Peyton had been taken by Chris, and Wyatt knew for a fact they had been brainwashed, the rest of his cousins, except for Prudence, were all with the Resistance. As much as Paige wanted her children with her, she knew it was better for their safety to stay with the Resistance where Chris could not find them.
Frowning, Wyatt walked through the house, it was very rare that there was nobody in, in fact he never knew of a time when the house would not be occupied, in case one of Chris' minions decided to come and take over the place.
"Mom?" Wyatt called out again, as he made his way into the sunroom. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the mess of the room, it looked like a bomb had gone off in the whole place, the windows had been put through, the wicker chairs were either upside down and in other places, or were just completely shattered in to pieces. The table was just the same. Realising something had happened, the blonde haired Halliwell made his into the dining room, to see a similar sight, only this time there was a body among the rubble.
"Uncle Henry!" Wyatt climbed across everything and ran to his uncle, but he could see already he was dead. His brown eyes were glazed and stared off into the distance, and the body was cold. From how cold he was, Wyatt would have said this attack happened at least a day ago, "Mom!" he now called out in a panic, laying the parole office back on the floor and running into the kitchen. Nothing. In fact, there was nothing wrong with the kitchen, it looked like it had not been touched, causing Wyatt more confusion, "Mom, answer me!" the Twice Blessed called out, now running up the stairs and checking every single room. Every room seemed to be just like each other, just like the sunroom, completely destroyed.
As he opened up the girls' room, he started shaking, if Henry was dead and his mom was not answering him, it was not a good thing, not with the house the way it was.
"Mom?" he voice cracked, as he saw a brown haired female draped over a chair like a ragdoll. It was not his mom though, the frame was too small and the hair was too dark, "Pru." He ran to his 14-year-old cousin and lifted her up. This was not like his uncle, her eyes were closed and her face almost looked peaceful, but her body was just as cold, indicating she had been dead for a while. Brushing her hair away from her face, to see the bloody cuts all over her, he kissed her forehead and laid her on the floor, rather than back in the position she was in. Now he really needed to find Piper, this was not turning out good at all.
As he rounded the corner of the hallway, he found another female body on the floor, this time it was his Aunt Paige. He did not even bother checking the body, he knew she was dead, he had no time, he needed to find his mom. Suddenly he clicked. The whole reason the kitchen had not been touched, how this had happened when Wyatt was not around, he knew exactly who had done this and he should have known straight away.
Realising where his mother's body probably was, it would definitely just be a body now, especially if it was done by who he thought, Wyatt stepped straight into her bedroom. This room was just like the kitchen, left completely untouched, except for the lifeless body that laid on the bed.
The 20-year-old Twice Blessed began to shake as he stared at the body, cuts, burns and bruises told of a fight, but the face told of piece, almost like she was happy to be dead…or maybe she was happy to no longer be in pain and be back with the man that she loved.
"Mom…" Wyatt whispered as the tears began to fall down his cheeks. He never felt like this when his father had died, but then his father had been taken by a random, unknown demon, he knew who had done this and he knew exactly why this had happened. Glancing down beside his mother's body, he found a note addressed to him.
You take away something I love, I'll take away something you love.
Chris
It did not even need to be signed, Wyatt knew straight away who the letter was from. He knew who had attacked, it had to be Chris. He knew that Wyatt would stay away from the manor for a while, he would not touch the kitchen, he had not been in the kitchen since Leo's death.
Wyatt looked down, once again, onto his mother's body and brushed his hands through her brown silky hair.
"I'll save him mom," he whispered to her, tears running freely down his cheeks, "I promise, I don't know how but I'll find a way to save him."
2019
"Wyatt?" Bianca's voice brought him back to the timeline that he was in, but he could not look at anyone.
"Sweetie, who does he kill?" Paige asked, taking old of her future nephew's hand and looking into his chocolate coloured eyes, "You can talk to us, you know. It's not like we're going to shout it from the roof tops. I don't know if I have time to talk to you in the future, I mean, with everything that's going on but…"
"That's the thing Aunt Paige," Wyatt sighed, "You're not in the future, at all. You, mom and Uncle Henry all die."
"We're who Chris kills." Paige deducted from what the 25-year-old Twice Blessed had told her. As she saw him nod slowly, she was lost for words, her own nephew would kill her. No, wait, they were going to change this. They were going to fix whatever happened.
"Well, now we know, we can stop it," Leo filled in the silence, seeing the tears staining his son's cheeks, "You two should stay here while you're in the past. Me and Paige need to go back and act like everything is normal and you two need to stay away from your present selves."
"Yeah, dad."
"I'll be in a little earlier tomorrow," Leo explained, "And we'll pick up where we left off."
Neither Leo or Paige left until they knew Wyatt was happy with them going.
"Dad, where about's are we staying?"
"Go to the teacher's quarters, there's spare rooms there, any room that doesn't have a name tag on it," the ex-Whitelighter explained, "If anybody asks about you, just tell them to question me about it, ok? And I'll explain things to your mother."
With a nod and a weak smile, Wyatt agreed, allowing Paige to orb herself and Leo away.
Instantly, Bianca turned to face Wyatt, and placed her hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears.
"You need to be careful about how much you tell them."
"They need to know all this, Bianca," Wyatt replied to the Phoenix, "I'm not bothered about the whole future consequences crap. I'm here to change the future, without saving Chris there's nothing that could be worse."
2028
Back in the future, the 23-year-old Chris was making his way into the dungeons to find his 17-year-old cousin behind bars.
"Nice to finally have you here," the brunette Halliwell smirked, "You've been giving us the run around, I have to say I am impressed by how much you managed to evade my demons without the Resistance helping you."
Henry never said a word, just stared into Chris' green eyes. They were darker than what they used to be. He could not believe how much his cousin had changed since he last saw him, almost three years ago, when he burnt the Resistance building to the ground. Henry was lucky to get out of there alive, if Chris did not have a soft-spot for family then he would not have done. This was the reason Henry never wanted Chris to be killed, there was still something human about him, there was still something there.
"What's wrong, Henry? Cat got your tongue?" Chris now asked, folding his arms with an amused look on his face, "I can make you talk, the silent treatment won't work. Now then, did you help my brother get to the past?"
The Halliwell did not need words to know what Henry was thinking, nor did he need the telepathy that he now had, he could tell from the look on his cousin's face. Henry had no idea about the time travelling, Wyatt had done this off his own back, but he must have had some help, surely.
Frowning, Chris walked away and looked at the guard.
"Find out if that Chameleon demon has found anything out."
"How, my liege?"
"Send another demon to the past to communicate with him, simple as that," Chris shook his head in anger, "If Bianca had done her job then Wyatt would be back by now, I want to find out what's going on."
Once the guard had gone to do what Chris had asked, the Halliwell walked back over to join his jailed cousin.
"Bianca?" Henry spoke his first word to Chris, actually his first word since he had been caught, "Bianca's alive?"
"You think I would kill one of the best assassins?" Chris raised an eyebrow, "She may have not been trained by the Phoenix's, but she has their blood, she's a naturally killer, that was why I wanted her on my side, that was why I kidnapped her," he smirked slightly, as Henry's dark eyes narrowed at the elder of the two, "She was the reason I found your Resistance. She told me exactly where it was, she knew what was good for her, now do you know what's good for you? Join me, Henry, and sit by my side like your two sisters."
"Never," Henry shook his head, "I'll never join you."
"Even if your life depended on it?" questioned Chris, smiling to see Henry adamant about stay on the side of good, "I'd like to test that. It'll give me something to do while I wait for Wyatt's return."
Chris was about to leave the dungeons when he heard Henry's voice again.
"I'm surprised you haven't gone after Wyatt yourself," the 17-year-old called out, "I mean, sending your lackey's after your brother? Surely you would be best retrieving him, do you realise how much he could change by being in the past?"
"And do you realising what will happen if he does change something?" Chris turned back, "I'll just change it back to this, that is of course if he doesn't mess his own mission up and make something better for me."
ok, so this may be the last update before Christmas now, since tomorrow and tuesday are filled with family stuff. I may be able to get a chapter up tonight, but I can't be definite on that right now.
Anyway, have a Merry Christmas everybody and I'll be back in a few days :D
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