AN. Hi everyone, here's another chapter of revelations and heartbreaks. I hope you like it!

Last time:

It was clear from how he moved and the look in his eyes that today's events had shocked Wyatt trough the core. Chris just knew it was going to take a lot more then this conversation for the family to get healed. Especially for Wyatt, whose entire life had just been altered.

Chris didn't know how, but they were going to get through this, all of them. He would make sure of it.

Heartbreaks and Revelations

Chapter 9)

Wyatt was pacing, and he had been pacing for the last hour or so. He should probably stop soon, it couldn't be good for a human being to pace for so long, he was sure of it. Wyatt laughed, it was a strange sound, even to his own ears. It didn't sound like him, the hollow laugh of a beaten man. Nope, it sounded nothing like him at all, his laughs were always bright and happy, like laughs are supposed to be. But then again nothing was as it was supposed to be, and it wasn't all that strange that he did not recognize his own laugh, seeing as he didn't even know who he was anymore. Once again Wyatt's thoughts spiralled into darkness.

He had been evil, not just any evil, no he had to do it the right way, and went straight to being the source of all evil. And Wyatt just didn't know how to deal with that.

Memories of last evening's conversation came back to Wyatt, hurting him again and again.

"You think that this was all just a walk in the park for me? I remember being tortured, I can still feel my flesh burning, I can still smell it! I can hear the screams of little kids dying, I can still feel the blood on my hands. They are never clean! I can still remember the ice cold look in his eyes as he murdered my fiancé!"

He knew that Chris had spoken about him. Oh he hadn't known it the moment the words had left his little brothers mouth, he hadn't even realized it when he had been told the truth about his other's world evil version. But the realization had come to him eventually.

He had been the one to torture Chris.

He had been the one who had killed little children.

He had given his own brother, the little brother he had sworn to protect, a cold look while killing his fiancé.

Wyatt shook his head, trying to get the image of a slowly dying woman out of his head. But it only made him think of burning flesh and screams of pain. Tears had started trailing down his cheeks, but Wyatt didn't bother to stop them, he had stopped bothering ages ago. From the moment he had left the living room and entered the safety of his own place, his bedroom, he had dropped all pretences. He had dropped the walls he had build up to try and stop the pain, he had dropped all his defences and had sunken down against the closed door. He had sobbed for hours straight that night, before dragging himself to his bed and falling into a nightmare filled sleep.

Nightmares filled with images of Chris begging him to please stop, to please stop hurting him. Images of a broken and battered Chris, his face barely visible because of all the blood. The smell of burning flesh and blood had filled his nose and he had only felt pain and cold despair, feelings that Chris must have felt in those moments.

He had heard a cold laugh, his own laugh as he stood there looking at his victim. He was taunting the poor boy lying on the cold concrete floor. Then images of random people flashed before his eyes, all of them dead or dying.

Wyatt had woken up with a scream of terror, he was drenched in cold sweat and his breath was laboured. Wyatt just knew that sleeping wasn't going to happen anytime soon

Wyatt wasn't even sure if he had kept the bond closed or not. He had tried to keep it close, not wanting to burden his brother with even more problems. He had quite enough of his own, most of them were even Wyatt's fault. So Wyatt had tried, but he wasn't all that sure it had worked. Most of the time he had been drowning in his despair, and that didn't leave much room for thoughts about closing the bond. Nor did it leave much energy to do so.

Wyatt was pretty sure that his brother was painfully aware of his big brother's breakdown, he had never been good at keeping the bond close when he was stable, let alone when he was an emotional mess. No keeping secrets and all that was more of Chris' thing, and that was probably a good thing, Wyatt didn't know how he would react to seeing memories like that. He had to deal with his own images right now, and they were made up, Chris had to deal with the cold hard truth, and he has been doing that for a long time.

Guilt once again resurfaced as the main emotion Wyatt was feeling. How could he have turned dark, how could he have destroyed the world like that, and more importantly how could he have hurt his own flesh and blood, his little brother? Wyatt just didn't know anymore what to think of himself.

"Okay Wyatt open this door right now! I've had enough of the crazy emotional flips you keep doing! I'm getting a headache and I haven't been able to sleep because of you, so if you know what is best for you, then you open this door right this instant!" Chris' voice entered Wyatt's mind. He had been trying to sleep for a little bit, seeing as how that hadn't happened much last night. Not that it was going all that great right now, but a man can hope.

Wyatt didn't really want to see anyone, let alone Chris. But he figured the least he could do for Chris was to listen to him. So slowly Wyatt made his way to the door. As soon as he unlocked the door it was swung open. Wyatt winced, Chris didn't look all that good, so it was a fact now, Wyatt hadn't kept the bond all that closed off.

"Hi, are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to let me enter your domain?" Chris asked, sarcasm at an all time high, like it always was when he had little to no sleep.

"I'm sorry" Wyatt said, gesturing to Chris to let him know he was talking about keeping him awake and in an emotional rollercoaster.

"That's okay, I kind of figured this would happen once you knew the truth. One of the reasons I kept quiet." Chris answered, before pushing Wyatt out of the way seeing as he still hadn't moved. "I'm not going to say that I know what you are going through, cause I don't" Chris began, and Wyatt settled himself on his bed, knowing Chris was preparing for a speech, like he had often done in the past.

"I don't know how you feel. I mean, I do, because of the bond, but I have never had to deal with this kind of stuff. So honestly I don't know what to say. All I'm getting is second hand feelings and thoughts, I can't even begin to fathom how this must feel for you" He continued, and Wyatt began preparing himself for a very psychological filled speech. He never knew where Chris got all his info about the human psyche about, but he was very good at understanding human emotion and their subsequent thoughts. But Wyatt was wrong, Chris wasn't planning on trying to make Wyatt understand his emotions, he was here to give him an explanation of what had happened in that other world, they would see about all the emotion explaining stuff later.

"But that doesn't mean I don't know anything. I've got quite a bit of information for you that maybe will help you. For one thing I know how you became evil." Chris said, shocking Wyatt. That was one of his biggest questions.

"We told you that you turned because of Gideon, but we never really explained that. You weren't turned overnight, it happened slowly, until one event that would turn our lives upside down. Because of that event something snapped inside of you, only then it became clear what had happened with you, and then still it took time." Chris began his story, a faraway look in his eyes.

"You see, what happened was that on the day I was born, you were taken by Gideon. There were complications with my birth, mom almost died, I almost died. The family wasn't really busy with protecting and being witches at that moment, and Gideon knew that. He was trusted by the family, we never expected a attack from that corner, he was an elder for god's sake!" Chris continued, it was obvious he still had a lot of hatred for the elder that had hurt his brother.

"Anyways, everybody was distracted and Gideon took you. Of course our parents found out quickly and they searched everywhere for you, but it was a fruitless search for a very long time. Gideon had taken you to the underworld, where he was working together with demons. You see, even from an early age you had an insane amount of power, and Gideon wasn't able to hurt you. Even with the help of the demons you were able to protect yourself." Chris was talking, but all the while Wyatt didn't see how this could turn him. Chris just smiled, as if saying, calm down I'm getting to that.

"They were never able to hurt you, and after months of searching mom and dad found you. Alive and maybe a bit traumatized but nothing big. At least that is what everyone thought.

But something had happened, you had learned something, a life lesson that you would see more of as you grew older. You learned that there is no such thing as good or evil. There is only power and the one with the greatest power will win" Chris was interrupted by Wyatt's exclamation. "How could i think such a thing?!" Wyatt couldn't believe that he had thought such a thing to be the truth. He could see how such thoughts would eventually lead him onto his destructing path, but how could he ever believe that to be the truth, not matter what had happened to him?

"It is not that strange really, you were taken an hurt by an elder, an supposed being of good. He worked together with a demon, who is supposed to be evil. Only you didn't see the difference, they did the same things, they both tried to hurt you. You only saw being with power, they did not have enough power to hurt you, so in your eyes you won." Once Chris had known what had happened to little Wyatt, he had totally understood what happened, he could see how such an experience could change his brother's way of thinking.

"And you're saying that I saw this more in my life. Like with the fighting against demons. Both the forces were using powers, they were both trying to kill. Only the one with the greatest power won." Wyatt asked, trying to understand. Chris nodded, that was what had happened. Wyatt could see it now, it made sense, something like that could have easily change his way of thinking. He had been only two, he was held captive in the under world and there would have been daily attacks on his life. Yeah he could see how that would mess him up.

"Okay, I can see that happening, but I suppressed those thoughts right? You said it took a long time for me to finally make that step from light to dark in my actions at least. You talked about an event that finally did the trick and made my actions also dark." Wyatt asked, and as soon as he did he regretted it. Chris had paled and his hand began shaking.

Wyatt saw Chris fighting with himself, trying to get himself together. "Yes, the event.. wow that is a hard thing to talk about" He said when he finally had his voice under control. "I'm not sure if I should tell you this. It will probably only hurt you more" Wyatt knew that Chris was probably right with his statement, though he couldn't see how he could hurt even more, he knew it was possible.

"Please Chris, I need to know. Things just don;t make sense. At all! I need to know what happened to me in that other world that would make me become the source of all evil! I need to know so that I can make sure it will never happen here!" Wyatt said, voicing his greatest fear. "Wow Wyatt, no don't think like that! You Are Not Evil! We stopped that from happening, please Wyatt believe me, you would never hurt an innocent person in this world!" Chris said, his voice was resigned, so Wyatt's words had convinced him to tell the story of the event that would change the course of the world.

"It happened on my fourteenth birthday. You were up in there with dad, for extra training or something. Mom and I were preparing for the party we would have that afternoon. We were just finishing with the cake when demon came shimmering in all around us. There were so much demons, and they were actually working together! They began attacking the both of us, but then soon they only concentrated on me. I don't know if it was the plan, but that distracted mom enough so she left herself open to attack. And they did! I had already been hurt, I was only fourteen I couldn't fight twenty demons at once, I didn't have enough powers." Chris' voice shook and tears were pooling in his eyes. He was pleading with Wyatt to understand, and Wyatt did. He understood what Chris was implying, even if he tried his hardest not to think of that.

"Mom was attacked, and we were both hurt and bleeding, and then the attack just stopped. The demons just shimmered out. And I tried to get to mom, I tried to help her! I tried to heal her, I tried so hard, but it just wouldn't work! An I yelled, for you and for dad, I yelled for aunt Paige and for any white lighter or elder to please just come and heal mom. But nobody reacted, and then I tried to stop the bleeding, but nothing I did worked, and I was starting to feel faint, because I was losing blood, but I couldn't stop, because I needed to save mom, because she was way more important than any pain I might have felt but nothing worked. And then all I remember is black and waking up in your arms. Hearing dad screaming for mom to please just try to wake up" When Chris was finally done telling the story he broke down, sobbing for the lost he had felt.

Wyatt was reeling from the story, it had never happened in this time line, but still he was crying. Crying for the pain Chris must have gone through, remembering such a horrible event, knowing it had been the truth once.

"It wasn't your fault!" He said, taking his sobbing brother in his arms. "Thank you for telling me" He then said, because he knew how much it must have hurt his brother to remember such an awful memory, he knew how much it had taken him to tell the story. But it had helped him, he finally had the last piece of the puzzle, and he understood what had happened for the other Wyatt to have gone evil.

AN. I hope you liked it, please leave a review. It helps to know what people think about my story.
Also, once again school has started up for me, so I will be spending a lot of my time learning useless things instead of writing. So a warning in advance it might take some time to update.