Plutobaby494: Okay, this chapter could get kinda confusing because there will be some memories from the evil future and the new future! I'll try not to confuse anyone but I am sorry in advance if I do!!
Italics- evil future.
Bold print- good future.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or its characters!! I only own Kane and his ruthless band of bad demons and the three stinky elders, Isis, Basil, and Soren! All mine!!
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Chapter 13
Chris hung his head, trying to ignore the constant ache of his body and took in another pain filled breath. He felt his chest expand as oxygen filled his bleeding lungs and than exhaled, grunting as his torso exploded in pain. It had been a couple hours since Kane had left him alone, shackled to the ground and no one had showed their face since. Not even a lowered level lackey.
He felt the darkness at the edge of his mind, trying to force its way past the spell that kept it at bay but whoever had put this curse on, was obviously no stranger to power. Not even his twice-blessedness could get past its thick wall.
Memories flashed before his unwilling eyes and he groaned, feeling his most darkest moments in both the new and old future replay themselves in his head.
Usually he had blocks to keep the memories and dreams away but now that Kane had forced him into a vulnerable situation, his subconscious was taking full advantage of it.
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It was his fourteenth birthday and Chris sat at the head of the table, his family hovering around him. He stared down at his eloquently decorated birthday cake that his mom had spent all day slaving over in the kitchen.
He looked up at his family, hoping to see the familiar face of his father and than sighed when he couldn't. He wasn't very surprised that Leo hadn't come. His dad hadn't been to one of his birthday parties! Why should he start now?
Chris sighed, burying the disappointment and forced himself to smile. His mom had gone out of her way to make this birthday extra special. He didn't want to ruin it for her.
He blew out his candles in one huff and his cousins all cheered noisily. Wyatt smiled darkly, though it looked more like a sneer. It seemed that was the only thing that appeared on his face this last year.
Because everyone had there back turned, facing Chris, they didn't notice the demon shimmer in and power up a dark purple energy ball.
Chris screamed out a warning as the demon threw the glowing ball at his aunt's unprotected back but was too late. He watched as his Aunt Paige screamed out in pain, not being able to avoid the attack and fell to the ground, lying there motionlessly.
Everything after that was a flurry of movement, Piper and Phoebe both got into battle mode, simultaneously screaming out for the children to get out.
Paige's eldest grabbed a hold of Phoebe's only daughter and orbed out, her siblings following her. Wyatt ignored his mothers orders and leaned against the wall, looking bored. He watched as Piper tried to freeze the demon.
His eyes flickered to worry as Chris also ignored his mothers order and proceeded to help vanquish the many demons that had shimmered in after their leader. The attack left nothing whole in its wake. The presents were crushed and the cake was overturned on the floor.
Chris noticed none of this as he attacked another demon, sending a telekinetic blast at the nearest one. The demon flew into the grandfather clock, shattering the timepiece to pieces.
Piper finally noticed her son in the frenzy and shouted at him, "Chris get out of here"
Chris grunted as he dodged a purple energy ball, falling to the floor. Wyatt's eyes darkened and he glared murderously at the demon foolish enough to attack his baby brother.
Wyatt stalked forward and sent a explosion at the demon, watching as he went up in flames. Chris didn't have the time to look thankful as another demon attacked him.
Phoebe cried out in pain as one of the dark balls missed her channeling power and struck her in the stomach. She dropped to the floor unmoving.
Chris just hoped she was unconscious.
Wyatt wrapped his muscular arms around Chris's thin waist and attempted to pull him from the room. He knew what was about to happen, since he had ordered the attack but he didn't expect Chris to still be in the room.
Chris wasn't having any of that! He pulled away from his brother's tight grip and rushed back into the battle, heading towards his mother. Wyatt saw the demon ready a energy ball and aim it at Chris, who was at this moment unprotected as he was running towards his mother.
Wyatt was too late to stop the energy ball but he could stop the idiot demon from killing the only one who mattered to him in the whole family. Using the same telekinetic blast as his brother, he sent Chris flying forwards, smacking the younger boy hard into the wall.
Chris collapsed on the floor, and lay still. His chest was still moving up and down and a small cut on his forehead was gushing blood, but otherwise he was unharmed.
The world was blurry for fourteen year old Chris and he wondered who had attacked him. His body felt heavy and sluggish but he lifted his head despite this. His other limbs wouldn't respond at the moment but he took great pleasure in knowing he could feel each finger and toe.
Piper stared at her eldest son in shock, after seeing him attack his younger brother. Wyatt sent her a hate filled glare knowing she had gotten the wrong idea.
Unfortunately for Piper and Chris, the demon took her moment of distraction to attack, sending a deadly purple energy ball at her.
She fell to the floor, and lay unmoving. Chris screamed in anguish as a bright red spot of blood appeared on her shirt and continued to collect underneath her body.
Using what remaining strength he had left, he picked his body and fell to his knees next to his mother. Her chest was still and Chris sobbed, knowing she wasn't here anymore.
He felt arms encircle him and Wyatt's warm and muscular body envelop his lanky frame. Chris vaguely heard his brother whisper soft words of encouragement, having no idea that they were fake. It was hard to hear anything past he blood rushing to his ears.
…
Chris gasped as shot up in bed, his body drenched with sweat. Tears pooled in his green eyes as he saw his mother's death over and over again. He didn't know how that was possible, since his mother was downstairs, cooking her two teenage boys breakfast. He could smell the bacon grease wafting through the ceiling.
He continued breathing, telling himself that it was just a nightmare. It wasn't real. Chris threw off his covers and got out of bed, his heart still pounding.
Dreams and nightmares had come and go for the last year and he had not told his family. They would only laugh and say he was being childish. After all, Wyatt was evil in his dreams and his mom would only be upset if he falsely accused his brother.
Wyatt was nothing like the one in his dreams. He was the goodest person on the entire planet and Chris was proud to call him his brother. The Wyatt in his dreams was evil and vindictive, murdering innocents and witches alike. Power was the only thing that interested him.
Chris wiped the sweat that had collected on his brow and stood, his legs feeling like Jell-O. Ignoring this he orbed to the kitchen, needing to know that it was just a dream.
Piper was startled when her youngest son appeared in a flurry of orbs, right in front of her. She yelped and jumped a few feet than turned to her son, a scolding look on her aging face.
"Christopher Perry Halliwell, what have I said about misusing your powers? Its personal gain to orb down here when your legs work just as well" she said, frowning. Chris seemed different. His face was flushed, and his pupils were wide.
He let out a sigh of relief to hear his mother's voice, even if she was scolding him. At least she wasn't dead.
Piper seemed to notice his actions and walked closer, putting a gentle hand on his forehead.
"Are you ok, baby? You don't look so well" she said, thinking he was coming down with a fever.
"I'm fine mom, sorry I scared you" he said, the relief evident in his voice. Piper didn't notice it as she took his temperature.
"You don't feel warm, are you sure you want to go to school today?" she asked, worriedly.
Chris nodded his head no and smiled, trying to look reassuring. Normally would have loved the chance to ditch school but he didn't want to be at home, where he would constantly be reminded of his nightmare. School was a great distraction.
"I'm fine mom, just wanted to see if I left my homework on the table last night" Chris replied, lying through his teeth. It was just a nightmare, and he didn't need to worry his mom unnecessarily.
Piper looked skeptic but just nodded, excepting his answer.
"Well, go get ready. Breakfast will be done soon" she said, than turned back to the stove.
He nodded and turned to leave, but his mom's voice stopped him.
"Oh, and wake you brother up for me. He's going to be late if he sleeps any longer and the school has been calling me, saying he's tardy every morning" she said, without turning to look at her son.
Chris actually looked scared, "You want me to poke a sleeping bear?"
Piper laughed and finally turned to look at Chris again.
"Your brothers not that bad Chris, he's just a little moody in the mornings" she said, a smile on her face. Even if she denied it to Chris's face, they both new the truth, a sleeping bear perfectly described Wyatt in the mornings.
"Have you met your son?" Chris asked, folding his arms. Fear mixed with annoyance now.
"Of, course I have Chris. Now go wake your brother" Piper replied, jerking her spatula towards the swinging door that led towards the parlor.
"Ok, but if I end up dead from getting hit with an alarm clock or an equally painful but small object, you'll know who did it" he said, his eyes darkening. Piper rolled her eyes and watched her son leave.
Chris climbed the stairs toward his bedroom and passed his brothers open door. Wyatt was lying on his side, snoring loudly. A small pool of drool pooled under his mouth, soaking a small spot on his pillow. Chris continued to his room. He could wait another ten minutes, it wouldn't hurt.
He walked to his own room and shut the door. With another long sigh, he leaned against the hard wood staring at his unnaturally clean room. One trait he had gotten from his mother was he liked everything to be clean. Wyatt on the other hand was complete opposite. His room was like a mine field, having to jump and make paths around his dirty clothes and random crap he'd thrown on the floor.
He wandered over to his dresser and tore off his drenched pajamas, with a small look of disgust. He must have been sweating like crazy last night.
His pants were easily dropped to the floor and than he moved to his boxers, pushing them down to his ankles.
The door to his room opened and he jerked, covering himself from however had walking in on him changing. Seeing that it was only his brother and not his mother, he relaxed.
"Come on little bro, you got nothing to hide anyway" Wyatt teased, sleepily. Chris shot him a heavy glare and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers.
"Do you actually need something, or do you just find pleasure in tormenting me" Chris snapped, acidly. An unwanted memory of a long curly hair Wyatt popped into his brain and he shivered.
"Well, good morning to you too sunshine" Wyatt said, mockingly "What's got your panties in a knot"
Chris bristled, but forced himself to calm down. This was Wyatt, the older brother who held him at night when he was scared of the monsters in his closet.
"Nothing, I just had a nightmare last night. I didn't mean to snap at you" Chris said, guiltily. Wyatt didn't deserve this, he had done nothing wrong.
"Yet" A small voice whispered in his ear. He felt a small pit of fear pool in his stomach. Were these nightmares visions and his brother was going to turn into this bloodthirsty tyrant?
"Are you ok" Wyatt asked, his eyes shinning with worry. He noticed Chris's shiver. It wasn't that cold in the room.
Wyatt had been the only one Chris had confided in when these nightmares had stared. Though he didn't tell him the content, just that he was having them and they were keeping him up, depriving him of sleep.
"Yea, I'm fine" Chris replied, his voice cracking. His mother's death replayed before his eyes and tears gathered in his eyes.
He blinked them away, not going to let them fall. He wouldn't let his brother worry even more. He was already a burden; he didn't want to make it worse.
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Three days after the funeral, Chris sat in his windowsill looking out at a happy family walk down the street, blindly living their normal lives. It was hot and sunny out, exact opposite of how Chris felt at the moment. He felt like an empty shell, anger and sadness seemed to be his only emotion since his fourteenth birthday and his family was worried about him. He only ate when he was told too and his sleep was filled with nightmares that awoke him screaming and sobbing for his mom. He hadn't slept in days.
Wyatt hadn't left him alone these last few days, choosing to watch over his baby brother like any normal brother should. It was the part that Chris didn't get. Piper was Wyatt's mother too so why wasn't the eldest Halliwell more broken up about it.
The door to his room opened slowly and he felt his brother's presence. It was darker than it had been when he was a child and colder, but it was the same comforting presence that had let a four year old Chris lay with him after a round of horrific nightmares.
Wyatt walked closer and hesitantly placed a hand on his younger brothers shoulder, not knowing what to expect. Chris had taken Piper's death harder than he had expected and was now known for small random acts of violence, whether it was yelling at his younger cousins for crying for his Aunt Phoebe or physically hitting his older brother.
Wyatt cheered internally as Chris sagged and accepted his brother's touch. He wrapped his large arms around his baby brother's slim frame and placed his chin on top of Chris's shoulder.
His plan was working out perfectly. Every day Chris fell further into his trap as he put more trust in his older brother. Wyatt needed Chris to come to his side and that meant destroying all ties to his other family. They would all die in due time and each death would bring Chris closer.
"Why didn't you save her" Chris asked, his angry voice breaking the delicate silence. Wyatt sighed, used to the sporadic mood changes from Chris. It was all part of the grieving process.
"I tried too Chris" he said, lying straight to his baby brothers face.
"You didn't even try and heal her" Chris said, in an accusatory voice.
Wyatt sighed again, "You know that even I can't heal the dead. She was already gone by the time I got there"
"You could have tried" Chris yelled suddenly. Wyatt felt his anger and annoyance growing and if it had been anyone else besides Chris, the fool would have been six feet under right about now.
"I was too busy trying to make sure you were ok" Wyatt said, heatedly.
"I was fine, it was mom who needed you" Chris said, angrily. He didn't really blame Wyatt for his mother and aunts death but he had so much pent up anger; he just needed a way to express it.
It only made Wyatt madder. Chris knew exactly where his brother's buttons were and how to push them.
Griping Chris's waist tighter, he forcefully pulled apart.
"Really, that's why I had to kill the demon that was going to hit you with those energy balls that hit P-Mom. Or trying to find out what threw you into the wall and gave you a concussion" Wyatt said, hoping Chris didn't pick up on his mistake of calling his 'mother' by his first name.
Fortunately for him, Chris was too angry to notice his slipup.
"You let her die" Chris yelled, shoving Wyatt away from him, hard. Wyatt stumbled but regained his footing.
Grabbing onto Chris's arm he dug his fingers into his bicep roughly, forgetting everything in his anger.
"You ungrateful brat, maybe next time I won't even bother" Wyatt said, yelling loud enough for the whole house to hear.
Chris glared dangerously and turned back towards the window, having nothing more to say to his older brother. It only made Wyatt angrier but he felt the part of himself that still was semi-human, telling him that this was his brother and not some lowlife demon scum that was expendable.
"When you stop acting like a childish brat, come and find me. Because I am sick and tired of you self-centered attitude" Wyatt snarled, than left. Chris broke down into sobs and buried his head into his hands; sure he had just pushed the only one who cared enough to check on him everyday away.
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Chris looked down at the decimated land from atop broken form of the Golden Gate Bridge and saw what was left of the once strong and proud city of San Francisco. That was until his brother took charge and invited the whole underworld up to the surface.
Everyone was in his command and had been since the Charmed Ones fall two years ago. He remembered the day clearly that Wyatt had fully turned. A lot had happened that day.
What was remaining of his small family was killed by the same demons that took out his mom and aunts. Chris, in his anger and grief followed one of the retched creatures back to his hideout and tortured the demon until it was spilling it's guts out that he had been hired by his elder brother on both attacks. Chris had killed the demon in outrage at suggesting such a preposterous thing and went to get answers from Wyatt himself.
Wyatt had just smiled maliciously and offered Chris a spot on his throne, saying it was all about power and since both Wyatt and Chris had a great abundance of power, they should rightfully rule side by side.
Chris had of course refused and ran away, hoping that he was dreaming. He had been running ever since. With a small band of witches opposing Wyatt he had created the Resistance against his older brother's rule.
He felt the probes lock onto him and knew he had been in one place for too long. In the walls of the resistance, he was safe from his older brother but out on the surface, his magic couldn't stop Wyatt from locking onto Chris's signature. He found a way to confuse the probes giving him a little time to do whatever was necessary but he couldn't stay in one place for too long.
He orbed, knowing Wyatt had probably caught onto his orb trail and cursed the thought of coming up to such heights. It was suicide since the only way down from the still standing rusted form of the bridge. But he couldn't help wanting to come up and see how much Wyatt had done to the city and the world. He could wallow in his grief, that if he had just seen some sign, he could have stopped his brother from doing this.
He re-materialized in an abandoned alley way, hoping that Wyatt had didn't notice for once but groaned when several demons flamed in.
Chris fell into a fighting stance and the leader laughed. Chris recognized him immediately. Damon.
Damon smirked and Chris turned to see demons blocking his exit. He was completely trapped. His face was set in stone as he stared back at the demon that Wyatt had entrusted to bring him back.
"No where to run, Squirt" Damon mocked, a sickening smirk on his face.
Chris bristled at the nickname but didn't say anything. Damon loved to hear himself talk and interrupting him usually wasn't good for Chris in the long run.
"What! Is the great Chris Halliwell finally speechless? Your defiance has always been one of the many things I adore about you" Damon said, his eyes clouded.
Chris shivered, seeing Dane's perverted eyes look over his body, lust appearing in his soulless orbs.
"Piss off" Chris snarled, letting his anger out. Damon smirked and Chris knew he fell right into the demons trap.
"Now, there's the Chris I know and love" Damon said, "Give up quietly and I won't hurt you… much"
Chris answered by throwing a smashed up bottle at the nearest demon, stabbing him in the chest. Chris's eyes didn't even flicker towards the demon, who was now screaming in pain as his body erupted in flames.
Damon smirked, bemused and licked his tongue over his lips. This was just one of the many things Chris did to turn the older demon on.
"You're going to regret that, squirt" Damon said, not sounding in the least bit mad that he had killed on of his teammates.
He threw a low voltage energy ball towards Chris, knowing if he harmed him too badly, his time on this earth wouldn't be long. Wyatt would have his head.
Chris dodged it easily and than threw it at another one of the demons surrounding him, with his telekinesis.
The demon went up in a giant poof and the demons took that as incentive to attack. They all merged on Chris, throwing their weapons at him.
Chris dodged and attacked, his body strong from fighting for his life. He let out a shrill hiss as an athame passed through his defenses and buried itself deep into his thigh. He cursed and looked at the hilt, sticking out of his leg.
An energy ball hit his shoulder and he cried out in pain, dropping to his knees. Chris clutched his injured shoulder and looked up at Damon, who was standing over him smirking.
"You're getting slow, Squirt. It usually would have taken me much longer and many lost demons to take you down" he said, a disappointed tone appearing in his normally arrogant voice.
Chris shot the demon a death glare, and bit back a moan as he jostled his injured shoulder. Blood oozed down the front of his chest and down his leg, alerting Chris to how bad this situation was.
He stood shakily and held his injured arm with his good one.
"You ready to give up, kiddo?" Damon said, asking him as if he were talking to a small child.
"Go to hell" Chris replied, acidic.
Damon just laughed and threw an another energy ball at Chris, who was still reeling from his injuries. Chris tried to dodge the ball but his movements were lethargic making him too slow.
The energy ball hit him in the chest, throwing his back a few paces. He hit the alley wall and fell forward unconscious.
…
Footsteps broke Chris out of his memories and he didn't look up when they came into the room. He wheezed, noticing his breathing was getting harder and liquid sloshed around in his lungs. He cleared his throat painfully, and attempted to pull more air into his uncooperative lungs. One of his broken ribs must have nipped them, sending pain to his side every time he sucked in more air.
He felt someone move the shackles keeping him upright and than his arm dropped to his side dead. He warily lifted his heavy head and looked at the person surprised.
Alec's sneering face met his and he looked back down, glad that Kane hadn't come back. He'd rather take his minions pathetic attempt at torture than his. He felt his other hand be freed than wavered, falling forward. He was two weak to stop the fall and he cringed when his bruised body met the hard sandy floor.
Except for his burning side, he felt better than he did a second ago. His knees, relieved of the pressure of holding his body up, didn't hurt as bad.
Chris didn't get the chance to enjoy his new found freedom when he was pulled roughly upwards. His feet didn't have the strength to hold him and he stumbled, leaning heavily against her capturer.
Alec growled and pushed him away, sending Chris in to the nearby wall. White hot pain, that left spots in his eyes, stung his chest and he felt more blood gush out of his mouth, running down his chin. Leaning against the uneven and rough wall, he attempted to stand.
He was unable to get far when Alec forced one of his arms upward and held it against the wall with one hand. The other clasped around his throat, cutting off his airway.
Alec's body pushed his into the wall and he bit his lip to stop the moan that escape his injured throat when he felt the wall bite into his bloody back.
"Unfortunately Kane had to go meet someone so you get out of you're punishment, for now" Alec sneered, bringing his face close to Chris's.
Chris struggled limply in Alec's strong grip and tried to bring air past his throat. Alec simply grinned and lifted him off the ground slightly. Chris's lungs burned and he absently felt his hands being secured, and a clinking sound.
Alec suddenly let go of Chris's throat and stepped away. He dropped, not being able to hold his weight and his hands burned as metal bit into his wrists.
He heard Alec leave the cavern and looked up to his hands, where he found he was shackled to the wall this time. He groaned and shut his eyes.
Why did they bother moving him at all?
He was about to try and beat the no sleeping spell that was placed upon him when he heard someone shimmer into the room and someone crying. He opened his eyes and found Alec standing in the middle of the room, holding a man older than himself.
Alec tied the other man to where he used to be and he sighed, "So that's why…
The man cried and continued fighting back, crying out and screaming. Chris winced as the man's cries irritated his throbbing headache.
The man sobbed as Alec backhanded him across the face and fell to the floor. He was down for only a second before Alec restrained him as he had once been.
Alec sent a sneer at both the men and shimmered out, leaving an aching Chris and a sobbing man.
Chris just watched as the man quickly looked around, searching for any way to escape this hell hole. The man caught site of Chris, and sobbed harder.
"Oh god, is that what there going to do with me. What do they even want? I didn't do anything" he wailed, panic overwhelming his senses.
Chris coughed and blood spurted past his weak lips, which made the man cry harder.
"Oh god, I am going to die. Please god, what did I do to deserve this" the man screamed.
Chris resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This man needed to calm down and snapping at him would probably do the trick but he also needed reassurance. Wyatt would come for them both. He just hoped his older brother got there before an innocent was harmed.
"You're not going to die" Chris said, his own voice betraying him. The man looked at him skeptically, seeing that Chris was having trouble forming words.
"What were those things? One minute I was standing in the middle of the street, than were here. Where even is here?" the man continued to scream at Chris.
Chris sighed and shifted his weight. His wrists were burning and this mans cries weren't helping.
"They were demons and you're in the underworld" Chris replied, not in the mood to come up with a convincing lie. The man opened his mouth to retort but Chris cut him off.
"You don't believe me now, but you will soon" he said, tiredly. The man cried in distress and Chris re-opened his eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked, the petrified man.
"Jeff" he replied, weakly.
"I'm Chris and my brother is out looking for me as we speak, so don't worry. We'll both get out of here soon" Chris said, his own voice sounding unsure.
Jeff caught onto it and started sobbing, "I can't die. My wife just had a baby and I need to be there for her"
Chris shut his eyes, wishing he was along again. At least than, his headache was only a dull pounding. Now it felt like hundreds of tiny men were at the front of his skull, beating it with tiny jackhammers.
TO BE CONTINUED
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