Chris Chronicles

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed.

Wyatt waited until Lefo and Chris made it up the stairs before jerking his head to let down the force field tunnel. His hands were busy blowing up multiple demons at a time.

His mom was the closest family member in proximity to him. She would flex both her hands and the demon in her sight would detonate from existence. Wyatt used a more advanced version of the same power. His left hand would 'mark' a Taursax and the right hand would blow up whatever was marked. It was a strategy he used often in order to kill multiple demons at the same time instead of one by one. It was a gift that required much of his concentration. On more than one occasion he had 'marked' a member of his family when in a hurry. No one was hurt because he couldn't blow up fellow witches; nonetheless it freaked his family out because he could have easily accidentally blown up D.J., Warren, Victor, Henry, Coop, or any other non-witch friend. When he was ten years old, he and his dad spent weeks practicing on pineapples in magic school. Chris always jokingly referred to it as The Great Pineapple Massacre of 2013.

Chris… Wyatt looked up the stairs and saw his dad and little brother watching him over the banister. Chris didn't have the dull, impassive expression Wyatt had grown accustomed to for the past few weeks. Instead he looked…tense, conflicted even. A taursax distracted Wyatt before he could dwell on it. It got vanquished immediately. Too bad there were two more to take its place. Wyatt hated when there was replacement evil.

He backed further toward the foyer and put his back to a wall. Usually he could rely on Chris to watch out for him, but today he would have to use a plaster block instead.

"There are too many, we have to do something," he faintly heard him mom tell Phoebe.

Phoebe ducked a fist and replied with, "I'm open to suggestions."

"You'd think after twenty five years of this we'd be better at having emergency plans," Piper griped as she flicked her hands.

"Well, usually it works just to wing it." Phoebe delivered a roundhouse kick and knocked a taursax backward into the grandfather clock.

Paige had over heard part of their conversation. "You'd think after twenty five years you'd stop replacing that ill-fated clock," she said sardonically.

Wyatt considered energy blasting the entire first floor. That would mean he would first have to orb his uncle coop to safety, then he would have to put up limits to how far the blast could extend so that it did not spread laround town ike a wildfire. Sometimes having so much power meant constantly limiting himself. He decided against it. Even if he did take the time and concentration, more would still simmer in.

Wyatt felt something crash into him. He stumbled sideways to regain his footing.

What occurred next felt like an eternity, although in reality it took about five seconds. When Wyatt whirled around, he was surprised to make eye contact with his little brother. Chris' eyes weren't blank and dull. Instead, excitement sparked out of them; he grinned recklessly at Wyatt's stare. It was a grin Wyatt had almost forgotten since Chris got his powers stripped; the grin that personified the wild joy Chris acquired a fight. An excitement Wyatt didn't share, and it always scared him to no end that Chris got such a thrill out of danger.

Chris stumbled a step forward before sliding to his knees.

Why's he taking a break? Wyatt wondered stupidly as his eyes traveled downward. Air vacuumed into Wyatt's lungs in a painful gasp. A blade mockingly gleamed at Wyatt as it sat in Chris' side, right below the ribs.

The Taursax yanked the blade sideways, effectively splitting Chris' side in two. Chris winced slightly, and then shrugged in a 'what-can-you-do?' manner. He motioned to stand up. The Taursax raised his blade again for a fatal blow. Wyatt lifted his hands to blow up the Taursax. Unfortunately, his powers don't work well when he is emotional.

Instead of blowing up the demon he blew up only its hand. The power-draining athame skittered away. The Taursax lifted its other ham sized fist and slammed it onto Chris' skull. Chris' eyes rolled to the back of his head before falling unconsciously forward. Wyatt tried again. He succeeded this time in destroying his foe.

Wyatt rushed forward and crouched next to Chris. He cursed when his healing powers didn't work. He forgot about that part in the heat of the moment. Instead he pressed his hands into the deep wound to staunch the bleeding. Another pair of hands came into view and pushed his away.

Wyatt looked up and to see his father crouched across from him.

Leo said, "I've got him, you keep helping your mom."

Wyatt nodded grimly before pulling his hands away.

He hated when his little brother got hurt. Although it happened consistently in their dangerous existence, it never grew mundane. Every new wound was as terrifying as the first. If anything it got worse. Maybe every time Chris healed before had been a saving grace and now was the time to slip away. They were just playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette with fate. Every time it happened he could not help but wonder if this was the time he would have to say good bye forever.

Wyatt continued to blow up the enemy; crimson blood dripped from his still bloody hands onto Piper's clean floor.

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Chris crouched in the shadows of a shrub. He never let his gaze leave the council of demons sitting not less than five feet in front of him.

"¡Nosotros no podemos permitir que Wyatt conquistar nuestro mundo!" One was saying. It pounded its fist down for emphasis. You're preaching to the choir, Chris mentally agreed.

"Cuenta tus beneficios, tenemos Seamus ahora," another demon admonished. Chris allowed himself a small smile. It took him months of research to find out Seamus' name and where he held his demon court. Once the head demon got here, Chris could finally give the signal to his team to attack. Chris carefully shifted his weight so that his leg wouldn't fall asleep.

Three more demons shimmered in and Chris tensed his already tense body. He mentally went over battle strategies. They were in a large deserted outdoor hippodrome somewhere in Spain. (Demons didn't bother meeting solely in the underground anymore. With Wyatt, it didn't matter.) Sixty nine demons stood near the center (Seventy two with the new arrivals). Chris and nine of his team members hid in strategic location ringing the center. He had expected about fifty (five for each of them). The odds were turning into eight on one plus some bonus ones. He still wasn't too worried; he trained his team himself. Plus, he had the element of surprise on his side.

Another demon shimmered in. Chris sucked his breath silently in between his teeth. It was Seamus.

Chris felt Charlie's waiting gaze on him, but Chris ignored it in order to focus on the happenings in front of him. Demons quieted. They turned toward the newcomer and listened as their leader spoke to them in rapid Spanish. Three translators stood beside Seamus fin order to help the English, Italian, and Latin demons understand. Little did the English translator know, she was helping Chris gain valuable information too…

After about ten minutes Chris decided he had heard enough. He caught the eye of his second in command, Charlie, and signaled with his hands. Charlie put his fingers to his lips and perfectly imitated a Spanish kestrel. After ten seconds he repeated the call. After another ten seconds he made the imitation a third and final time. The moment the signal left Charlie's lips, Chris was up and out in the open.

Chris loved battles. They were the moments he craved to get his pent up aggressions out. Before the demons could blink he hurled two razor sharp throwing stars at two demons' throats. He telekinetically made sure they hit their targets before telekinetically bringing them back like two deadly boomerangs.

The fifty or so remaining demons were on the defensive. Chris was on an adrenaline filled high. He kicked and jabbed and orbed and TKed in a rush. He realized dimly he was hurt somewhere, but didn't think twice about it. Cowardly demons shimmered out. That left about six. Chris and his teammates made quick work of them.

Chris checked his watch. Unbelievably, only twenty minutes had passed.

He surveyed the scene and counted the piles of ash left behind where a demon was killed.

Demon body-count: fifty one

Seamus was included among the dead. Twenty three got away.

His team body-count: six

Four of them he had marked off as casualties before the battle even started. Either because they weren't powerful enough, or had naturally slow reflexes. The fifth one, Chris noted, was his second-in-command. He felt no remorse. Charlie was an extreme loyalist to Wyatt's faction. Because of that fact, Chris had promoted him to throw off any suspicion of where Chris' loyalty lay. That, and Charlie had been quite obtuse while still living. Chris gaze shifted to the sixth victim. That didn't matter anymore. The only member he trusted with his secret was now dead too.

Chris walked over to Kali, knelt, and pressed two fingers under her jaw to check for a pulse; yep, definitely dead. He bowed his head.

Sergio, a demon for Wyatt's cause, came up behind him. "So the whitelighter is dead," he stated.

Chris stood. "She died for the cause. And you always doubted her."

Sergio shrugged. "I'm still not sure she wasn't part of The Resistance. Lord Wyatt was too lenient on whitelighter who claimed to have switched to his side. Once an angel for the good side…" he let the words trail off.

Chris ignored the implication, and checked himself, Sergio, Sarah, and Bekim for injuries. Nothing too bad, just the usual cuts, sprains, and bruises.

"Are they all dead?"

"Yes, we've already checked the surrounding area."

"Alright then, mission accomplished. Everybody out."

Sergio touched Kali and the corpse of a witch on their team before he simmered himself and them away. They could leave the bodies. Nobody cared about exposure anymore. Bekim grabbed Sarah, a witch, and simmered away too.

Chris stood and contemplated the horizon in silence. He wasn't looking forward to the paperwork he would have to fill out at Magic School.

He didn't notice vigilante demon shimmer in behind him. Grasped in the demon's hand was an acid grenade. It pulled the catch and threw it at Chris.

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Chris started. He clutched at his eyes.

"AAaaaa!" He groaned. "It's burning me! IT'S BURNING ME!"

He couldn't make sense of the flurry around him. All he could focus on was the incredible pain. It was in his eyes, on his skin! Burning, eating away at his being. Burning! Burning! Burning!

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"AAaaaaa," Chris screamed in agony. He bent over. Nothing mattered but the pain. The burning, burning, burning!

The demon took advantage of his weakness and stabbed Chris in the heart. When this new pain struck his cardio system, Chris became somewhat more lucid. He telekinetically gathered all of the acid off his skin and flung it at the demon as one motion. The demon flamed and was gone.

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The pain subsided some. Chris became more and more aware of his surroundings. He was laid out in the backseat of his mom's SUV while she drove like a convict escaping to freedom. Wyatt stared at him from the passenger's seat. His dad hovered over him and had his hands in Chris' side.

"Stop pinching me dad," Chris griped as he shoved against his dad's arms. "That hurts."

"I'm keeping you alive."

Wyatt's worried face looked over at him. "What hurts so bad that you were screaming bloody murder about it?!"

Chris ignored his throbbing, bloody side to glare at his family. His absolute outrage far outweighed any physical aches he may have.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL OF YOU!" He roared. His volume surprised him. It certainly surprised his family. Piper almost jerked the wheel off of the road.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?! How about every single one of you contributed in absolutely RUINING my life! That's what's WRONG!" He attempted to swing himself into a sitting position, but Leo would have none of that.

"We'll discuss this after you're life is saved."

"Oh, we'll do more than discuss it," Chris threatened.

Piper said sharply from the front seat. "Don't speak to your family in such a manner."

Chris ground his teeth.

Wyatt asked, "What do you mean when you say 'we'll do more than discuss it'?"

"Oh! You will just have to see!" Chris actually had no idea what he would do. He only knew for a fact he would do something drastic. He didn't have long to plan something though, because darkness gathered and he fell unconscious from blood loss.

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Chris writhed on the ground. He was dying, and he knew it.

The only problem was what to do. He knew in his gut that he wouldn't survive a hospital visit. It would take too long. The only thing to do would be to orb to a whiteligher. That presented a problem. Kali was dead, so there were no more whitelighters in Wyatt's regime. The rest were safely hidden away at Haven. Which left either orbing to Wyatt himself, or calling for Leo. He had to decide quickly. And he didn't like either option…

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Uh-Oh, what should alternate reality Chris do? Cast your vote now: Leo or Wyatt. Whichever gets the most votes gets written about next.

A/N: So sorry about the super slow update my lambs. I went to London for awhile and got inspired to work on some personal stories. I've also had exams and research papers piled up like you wouldn't believe! Fear not, I've only got two exams and a paper coming up until I'm done; so then I can totally focus my individual attention on Chris Chronicles.

Also, a big thank you to all the people (Aranna Undomiel. Meilinglovesshaoran, and an anonymous person) that pointed out my big, huge Henry error last chapter. That was pretty bad; I felt pretty dim-witted once I realized what you all were talking about. cdfe88- I love MitM so I know exactly what you're talking about. You gave me an idea that will show up much later in the story. Thanks! criminally charmed- just for you (and for me too) there will be a heaping helping of Wyatt angst coming soon. NaruXHinata-Rules- Trust me, Chris definitely is not going to forgive and forget anytime soon. ;)