AN. It turns out I am able to write chapters longer than those I was producing. Here is another chapter, I hope you like it.
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Revelations and Heartbreaks
Chapter 12)
Wyatt had made his decision, he asked for it and he was going to have to live with it. Chris had seen the look in his brother's eyes, he had known that no matter what was said, not logic or reasoning, would change how he thought about it. And so with great reluctance the two brothers made their way up to the attic.
The book was still open on the spell, seeing the words and knowing their meaning filled Chris' heart with dread, he knew this would go bad, but nothing else mattered to Wyatt anymore.
"This is your last change Wy, after we say the spell there is no way out anymore. Please think about this" Chris said in a last attempt to persuade his brother to stop looking for answers, but it was useless. Wyatt just shook his head, "No I have to see".
Chris sighed a deep and painful sigh, filled with sorrow.
Elements and spirits
take me to see
my past lives
so mote it be
At first it seemed like nothing happened, Wyatt looked up, a confused look on his face but before he had the chance to say anything or ask anything a great white light surrounded the Halliwell brothers and with it they were transported into Chris' memories.
The memories started out light, they were about their youth.
Memories of Chris baking cookies with Piper, of Piper reading him some child story before tucking him in at night, and of sleepovers at grandpas. Memories of basketball games and science fairs, of silly arguments between brothers and normal everyday stuff, but also about demons and fear, memories of seeing Piper and Leo argue, mostly about Chris. Memories of tears and broken dreams, of hurtful words and sadness.
They saw their little selves play together, but both could feel something darker. It seemed that Wyatt had always carried darkness with him, something that Chris hadn't noticed back then.
It seemed to be a bright day and two little boys were playing with their toys. They were playing with their little toy soldiers.
"And then I kill everyone who dares to say something against me" the 6 year old Wyatt says. Chris looked at him strangely. "No no! Killing bad!" the childish voice of Chris could be heard, but Wyatt just chuckled darkly and soon he was busy showing his little brother how he would kill all his bad little minions.
"You have to kill the stupid people Chris, so they know who has the power"
Soon the memories began to darken, images about Leo flew past and Wyatt was shocked to see their father act like such a bastard.
A little boy was watching though a window. His emerald green eyes holding sadness and longing that someone so young shouldn't know.
Chris was watching his big brother and his father play a game outside in the yard, he had hoped that for once he would be included, but as always his father had ignored him and only had eyes for his twice blessed son.
"I'm sorry Chris" He Wyatt said after another horrible memory about Leo.
"Don't be, it isn't real now, and save all your guilt for later, you'll need it" was the response that came.
And Chris was right, as memories of the years flew by they got darker and darker. Soon memory after memory flashed before their eyes, the each one seemingly worse than the one before.
"Prue, seriously look out, I don't want you to get caught" A 17 year old Chris says.
"Well stop worrying and help me then, because I won't get caught, and you aren't helping by screaming Chris!" Prue answered. They were on recon mission. The demos just left town after a killing spree, and they were looking for survivors. Of course there wouldn't be any left, or the survivors that actually made it were too far gone for help, like always they were just too late.
"Well why don't we all go on a self-destruction tour now huh." Prue complained "jeesz Chris I know this sucks but seriously I need your help if you don't want me to get caught" just as her last word left her lips a demon shimmered in behind her "PRUE DUCK, RUN, GET YOURSELF IN SAFETY NOW!" Chris screams, and for once Prue listened and ducked, then she quickly teleported herself out.
Just too bad the demon heard Chris of course the demon went after him and soon he was caught.
"BIANCA. NO!" Chris screamed, running towards his fallen fiancé.
"no, please no, don't die" Chris begged her, Bianca smiled sadly at him, her breaths becoming more and more shallow.
"Haven't we been here before?" she said, and Chris smiled and chuckled tearfully. "Yeah maybe we will be here again".
Bianca showed him the ring he had given her back just an hour ago, and told him to go, save the future for her.
Everywhere was fire, the once so beautiful city was turned into a ghost town, with burned down building and an unending cloud of black smoke in the sky. A lone figure was walking down an abandoned street, it was freezing but the man didn't seem to notice or care, even though he was wearing thin clothes. The man seemed to be wandering around aimlessly without a care in the world, but on closer inspection the man was wary, looking around every couple of seconds in search of danger. Suddenly a dozen of demons shimmer in, attacking immediately, the man didn't stand a chance.
Slowly Wyatt began to realize the mistake he had made by wanting the truth, he had no idea how he was going to deal with all this, and it seemed the worst was yet to come.
And Wyatt was right, just as the thought entered his mind the worst memory Chris had came in forefront.
"No, please no" Chris moaned, he could not believe he had to relive this.
"Chris? What's wrong?" Wyatt asked, not understanding his brother's reaction. What's going to happen? But Chris was unable to answer, his eyes glued to his younger self, he knew what was about to happen and while he begged not to see it again, he could not look away.
It was quiet when Chris went downstairs, he had just finished his homework so that he had time for the party that was going to happen this evening. Somehow feeling something was wrong Chris yelled for his mother, he hurried down the stairs and to the kitchen, the place where his mother would be.
Piper lay slumped against one of the kitchen cupboards, a dark red pool of blood slowly gathering underneath her. Her skin was grey, her lips blue, and her deep brown eyes open wide and filled with pain. Chris could clearly see the atheme that was still lodged in her side, he could see the steady drip of blood, and the sound of it resounded loudly in the quiet.
"No, Mom!" Chris breathed in horror, falling to his knees beside her, not caring of the warm, sticky blood seeping into the material of his jeans and staining his skin.
Piper's eyes turned to her son, besides the pain they were now filled with horror, she had hoped that her son would not be the one to find her.
"Chris," Piper croaked, struggling to remain calm for her son's sake. "Honey – are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine!" Chris reassured her, wildly looking around, hoping to get some idea of what to do. "You'll be fine mom, I'll get help, somebody will come, just hang on okay" Chris said and Piper nodded for her sons sake, she knew she wouldn't survive this, but she would hold on as long as possible.
"WYATT! WYATT PLEASE COME!" Chris yelled, knowing his brother could heal, but no matter how hard he yelled, his brother never came.
Piper saw her son frantically trying to help her, yelling for the people who could heal, but she knew it was no use. She tried to tell her son to stop, that is was going to be okay but Chris wouldn't listen, she just couldn't die.
"Mom don't, you're not going die. I'll get help, you are going to be okay" but as Chris said the words he knew he was lying, he just couldn't give up. Chris kept on yelling for his family, he kept on trying to heal his mother.
"PAIGE HELP! MOM HAS BEEN ATTACKED!" but she never answered her nephews call either.
As a last resort Chris yelled for his father, he yelled his throat soar but nobody came and Chris was left with his dying mother and no way to help her.
"Chris" Piper said, her voice weak and using all the strength she had left "Chris, sweetie look at me. I love you, so, so much. Never forget that, okay? I love you". And as she said the last word life left her body, her dull brown eyes staring at him, but seeing nothing.
As the reality of the situation finally got to him Chris began to sob in anguish and pain. He sat there sobbing, on the kitchen floor with his death mother in his arms. It was hours later that Paige finally answered her nephews call, but it was way too late.
By the end of the memory Wyatt was sobbing too, while his little brother was staring into nothingness. "She died" Wyatt said, not knowing how to react to seeing his mother dying in front of him. And he just saw it play out like a movie, he still had the knowledge that it didn't happen, he knew his mother was alive, probably baking something in the kitchen.
How had Chris survived that? How was he still sane?
The question would only become more of a deal when the next memory came on.
Chris, finally haven shaken of the horrible memory knew instantly what they were about to see and hurried to reassure his brother.
"Wyatt, you need to remember that this hasn't happened. This is not you, I trust you okay? You would never do this" Chris said, his brother just nodded dumbly, not understanding why it was so important to his brother that he knew that.
In the corner of a dark, damp cell lay a broken man. At first look it the man seemed to be dead, but at closer inspection you could still see him breathing. Some people would have said death would be the better thing, but this man didn't really think so, he just needed to escape.
Today however was not going to be the day of his great escape, the door of the cell opened and the man knew it was time for another session.
"Chris, brother, how good to see you still here" Wyatt said, his cold eyes resting solely on his little brother.
"Of course brother, I absolutely love the hospitality" was the sarcastic reply, Wyatt didn't react to it, he had known his brother long enough to expect such a reply.
"Well I'm sure you know what time it is" Wyatt said, a sadistic smile on his face, the smile that made Chris shudder.
Soon enough Chris forgot all his sarcastic reply, the only thing out of his mouth were tortured screams, though he never begged for mercy, he would not give Wyatt that satisfaction.
Wyatt was gaping at the scene, he had tortured Chris. He had hurt his little brother, the one he had vowed to protect at all costs. He turned to Chris, scared of what he would see in those emerald eyes. He had never seen his brother afraid of him before, but his brother had been deathly afraid of him in the memory. "I.. I.. " Wyatt began stuttering, but he couldn't find any words. Chris just smiled sadly.
"It's okay Wy, I know that it isn't you who did that" Chris knew that saying it would probably not be enough but seeing as they were still in his memories there wasn't very much he could do about it.
"let's just get through this okay, we'll talk about it later" he continued, hoping the memories would end soon.
And at last Chris got his wish, he knew immediately that this was the last memory they would see, Chris had hoped his brother wouldn't have to see this, as he had with a couple of other things, but it was meant to be. They were about to watch his death.
Chris was lying on a bed, his skin was scary pale and he seemed to be struggling with breathing. His father was kneeling next to the bed, his hands positioned over the wound, Leo was desperately trying to heal his son, but no matter how much he tried the wound wouldn't close.
"It was a poisoned atheme" Chris said, his voice sounding weak, his body wracking with coughs soon after, but his father kept on trying.
"It won't work, you have already tried" Chris kept on, his dad needed to find Wyatt otherwise this would all be for nothing.
"You need to find Wyatt, dad please just go" Leo looked at his son, his eyes conflicted.
"Gideon won't kill Wyatt we know that, so we still have time" he said, not willing to leave his son, not willing to choose saving Wyatt above saving Chris.
"You only have time until he turns him. Saving Wyatt means saving the future you know that" Chris answered, he could feel himself dying, and he needed his dad to make sure it wasn't in vain.
His dad took a deep breath. "I'll be back okay and you are going to be fine. I'll fine Watt and then I'll come back and we find a way to heal you. Just hang on okay." Leo said, he needed his son to understand that he would be back and that everything would be fine. Leo took another deep breath and then he left.
Chris smiled sadly, he knew he wouldn't make it. It was his time to die.
After the memory of Chris dying ender the white light came back. Both Wyatt and Chris knew the horror was finally over.
It was deathly quiet when the white light finally vanished and both brothers found themselves once again in the attic of the Halliwell manor. For once Chris didn't know what to do to break the silence, he wasn't even sure if he should break it. Breaking it would mean reacting to all that had happened, all that they had just seen, and that was something that Chris didn't really wanted to do. He didn't even know how to react or what to say. It was clear that Wyatt was deeply affected by all that he had seen, but that wasn't surprising at all, Chris had known even before they said the spell that Wyatt would be affected like this, only someone with no emotions wouldn't be affected.
Slowly the silence got to Chris until he could no longer stand it. He decided to speak, it was time he did his brotherly duty, seeing as Wyatt was slowly breaking down next to him.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked carefully, he wasn't really sure how Wyatt was going to react and he didn't really feel like arguing right now. Wyatt snorted as if asking him how he felt was the most stupid thing he had ever heard.
"Am I okay?" Wyatt repeated the question he was asked before laughing, Chris saw this as a sure sign that Wyatt was going insane, but he wasn't really sure what to do about that so he just kept quiet and waited.
"Of course I am not okay! I just saw the most horrible things, things I could not even have imagined and it all happened because of me!" Wyatt burst out after a while. "I saw my father being a bastard to his own son. My father, the man I adore! I just saw my mother dying while she was being held by her son, by you! I just saw myself torturing the most important person in my life! I tortured you, my own little brother! How can you even ask about my state of mind Chris?" Wyatt burst out after the insane laughing had died out.
"Wyatt, don't do this okay. I don't blame you, for anything. So please, don't blame yourself" Chris answered, he was still a bit shaken up about reliving the past, he wasn't really in the right state of mind to give Wyatt what he needed.
"I'm sorry Chris, just you know that right? Even if it is true that you don't blame me, even if you can actually make the difference between the two Wyatts right now, just know that I'm sorry" Wyatt said, he knew that rationally Chris knew he hadn't done anything wrong, and therefore he rationally knew he didn't blame Wyatt. But that was all about his rational brain, Wyatt was pretty sure that emotionally Chris wasn't able to do that. Wyatt himself wasn't that emotionally stable at the moment and he couldn't even begin to imagine how Chris must be feeling.
Chris nodded, Wyatt was right with his assessment, after seeing the destruction, the torture sessions and all those deaths again Chris had a little difficulty with emotionally distancing himself.
"Don't worry about me Chris, just do what you need to do, I understand" Wyatt said, getting back into the big brother mode with practised ease. He put his emotions on hold for a little bit, now was the time to make sure Chris was okay.
"Yeah okay, I just need some time to think" Chris said, and with a long hard look for his brother Chris left in a flurry of blue orbs.
After Wyatt was sure Chris had left he slumped into the old couch, now that his brother was taken care of he could no longer avoid the emotions. Tears gathered in his eyes and the worst memories he had seen that day kept repeating themselves over and over in his mind.
Wyatt wasn't sure how he was going to survive this, he didn't know if he could live with himself anymore. Slowly Wyatt came to a conclusion that shocked himself, but maybe it was for the best.
AN. And that was another chapter, please review and let me know what you think.
Also it has come to my attention that I actually have a very small Group of Dutch readers, I have a question for you. I've been thinking about translating some of my one-shots to Dutch lately but I don't want to spend time on something that nobody's ever going to read, so do you think it's a good idea, or shouldn't I bother spending my time on translating?
