Chapter 11

The annoying beep of the small alarm woke Chris telling him that it was time to get ready for school. He heard his grandpa walking around downstairs in the kitchen probably making breakfast and coffee for the three of them. Which only made him appreciate everything that he had left, he just wished that it was his asshole of a father who was down there making meals and not that selfless man down stairs. As much as he loved his grandpa, he should not be doing this. The man should be having his earned retirement.

After lying in bed for a couple seconds, Chris threw the covers off of him and reluctantly moved out of his comforting bed. He walked towards the room next to his and knocked on the door, making sure that his big brother was up and getting ready. When he heard no reply he knocked again, only this time he was greeted by an exhausted and irritated Wyatt. His heartfelt and loving brown eyes were emotionless and they were surrounded by layers of shadows. His normally neatly combed hair was a rat's nest and he greeted Chris with an annoyed groan.

"What?" he dragged out, irritation clear in his words. He defiantly did not have a good night sleep.

"I uh, just came wake you up. You know we have school, right?"

Wyatt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and seemed more awake now.

"Oh yeah, that's right." He groaned again even more annoyed then before.

"Grandpa's down making breakfast and coffee, you better hurry up or I'll eat all the pancakes." Chris said trying to cheer his brother up, he knew that none of them wanted to even think about school but they had to go. It had been two weeks already and they had to move on with life. As hard as it was, that is what their mom would want them to do.

Wyatt moved a sarcastic smile onto his face and looked at Chris.

"You'd probably burst before you could even eat two."

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"Yes, yes it is. But after I have a shower, I feel disgusting."

Chris rolled his eyes and then let his brother go clean himself up. He was really persistent on those types of things, probably because he was so show pony material and vain. But they were the only things that did make him human. Even the twice blessed was not perfect.

After watching Chris walk down the stairs, Wyatt turned and headed for the shower. He hadn't got much sleep, he just kept having nightmares. And they all included his family. Most of it he didn't understand and most of it were just flashes. But one thing he knew for sure was that these dreams were warning him.

Once he let the hot water fall on him, wetting his messy hair Wyatt started to think about that day. He should have been able to save his mom god damn it! But no he was not fast enough, if he couldn't even save him mom; how was he supposed to save the world? He let his head fall against the cold tile wall of the shower and continued to let the water clean his body. He jumped out of the hygiene device and then started to dry himself, first rubbing the towel through his blonde hair and then wrapping it around himself. Pulling on his favourite pair of jeans Wyatt noticed the bruise on his back where the demon had thrown him onto the car. It wasn't as bad as it was earlier on in the week but it reminded him of the events that happened day. Staring straight into the bathroom mirror, the twice blessed could hear a voice behind him. A subtle but defining voice, a voice that was not friendly.

He turned around thinking that there was someone behind him, but was wrong and then turned back to the mirror. It had fogged up from the steam of the hot water. Grabbing the towel he had used before, Wyatt wiped the fog off of the mirror. And then turned to walk out but was stopped by the same voice he heard earlier.

"You're pathetic…" it hissed, which made Wyatt turn and look back into the mirror, slight anger residing on his face.

"What, who's there?" he questioned.

"You couldn't even save poor mommy's life, and you nearly lost Chris." it continued.

"Where the hell are you!?" he roared, his anger taking control.

"Look at the mirror." it directed, making the freaked out teenager see a reflection that was not there before. He studied the figure it was blurry so he couldn't see its face, but he could hear the evil in its voice and it seemed familiar. It seemed to be wearing a black t-shirt which was accompanied by curly long blonde hair.

"Who are you? Tell me who you are!" he demanded holding the edges of the basin, his powers and anger boiling up ready to explode.

"Ah, ah, ah." The figure chastised waging his finger in front of Wyatt. "You don't want to know." He said bringing out a dark chuckle.

Wyatt sarcastically smiled and the answered. "No please tell, cause I would really like to know."

The dark figure smirked and then spoke. "You always were the persistent one." sighing he continued on and said "Alright fine, But I'm telling you, you won't like it." He assumed, and then revealed his true nature. Wyatt's eyes widened and he paled. Taking a few steps backward he watched the figure walk out of the mirror and become a whole body instead of half.

"Oh, god." Wyatt gasped.

"Try again." He said walking dangerously towards Wyatt and then grabbing him by the neck with one hand.

"You're, you're…" he choked, trying to get the words out.

"Yes, I'm you. Well not exactly you, a more older and powerful version of you." He corrected.

"But you see, after all of this trauma and with mom dying and having to worry about Chris. This is what you will become. I am you're future but I am not real. This is all in your head. All those nightmares you've been having, all me. You are losing your mind and there's nothing you can do about it!" He threatened scaring Wyatt and tightening his grip on his neck.

The younger Wyatt in the room struggled against the eldest ones grip; he could feel the oxygen being taken away from his lungs and could see the cold and emotionless nature in the older version of him eyes. He was never going to turn out like this. He could change the future right? Or was there no hope? The evil Wyatt dropped the good one and watched him cough to get his breath back.

"As I said, pathetic. No wonder you couldn't save mom. I'm surprised Chris didn't blame you; I'm surprised that he doesn't hate you. After all it was you're fault that she died."

"No! That's not true, you're lying." He screamed tears forming in his eyes. He got back up slowly and glared at the living nightmare right in front of him.

"Oh my boy, yes it is. You killed mom, you took her away from this family!" the eldest Wyatt yelled now showing his anger.

The two Wyatt's glared at each other both hating who they were. The youngest took a defensive position and summoned an energy ball. He had, had just about enough of this and wanted the imposter gone. Hauling it quickly, Wyatt threw the energy ball at the other Wyatt hoping that it would kill him instantly. But unfortunately for him the evil Wyatt simply caught it and laughed.

"You're going to have to try a lot better than that, Wyatt." And then throwing it back at the other Wyatt making it sting through his body. Wyatt watched the lighting hit his body then make him fly back against the wall. He looked down and saw a river of blood pour out where his stomach should be. And then he knew the other Wyatt had won.

But then Wyatt woke up, he looked around and winced in pain as he felt the back of his head. There was no more evil Wyatt. All of it… was a dream? No it couldn't have been it was way too real Wyatt thought. He then perched himself up on his elbows and the pushed himself off of the bathroom floor. Feeling woozy from the fall Wyatt grabbed onto the basin again to stop himself from dropping back onto the floor. He observed at his normal reflection everything was as it should be no long hair, no stupid goatee and no black heart. That image of his evil self infuriated him and he glared at his reflection, nostrils flaring and then pitched his curled up hand into the mirror, smashing it into millions of pieces.