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"I don't know anything, I swear!" The fanged demon replied with a yelp, eyes wide and fear struck as he stared right into the brown eyes of the Twice-Blessed. The witch had a telekinetic hold on his neck and had pushed him hard into the walls of the cave, demanding answers that he was not allowed to share. Yes, he was lying about not knowing anything--the whole Underworld knew why the Source and Seer were after the second son of the eldest Charmed One--but a punishment by the Halliwell boy would be much less painful and much less permanent than a punishment by the Source himself.

Wyatt turned his head to look towards Peyton, who stood behind him, arms crossed as she stared at the demon. She had been going through his mind the whole time and knew he was lying. She couldn't get a thought about what the actual plan was and what had happened to her cousin, but she got enough to know he was definitely lying to them. Her eyes locked with Wyatt and she simply stated, "He's lying."

"That's what I thought," Wyatt said as he turned his head back towards the demon, temper instantly rising. Wyatt pushed the demon hard against the wall, causing Peyton to jump a little behind him. She had never seen her cousin so angry before, it was completely new to her. She knew the only reason he was so worked up was because of Chris. Two more days had passed since he had fallen into that coma and still there was no sign of him waking up. Wyatt was getting impatient, the family's worry and stress levels were rising tenfold. They were searching the Book whenever they had a free moment, locating possible demons and trying different spells and potions to attempt to wake Chris up. None of it worked. Whoever did this to Chris must be a rather powerful, upper-level demon if the Power of Three couldn't even bring him back. A part of her thought that those weird thoughts she had read off of Chris had something to do with it, that maybe all of that combined with whatever the demon had done to him had made him fall into that state, but she didn't know.

"Now," Wyatt started, pressing the demon's back hard into the cave wall as he tightened his grip on his neck, "Stop lying to me and tell me what I want to know and I'll let you leave here alive."

"Anything you do to me will be far less painful than what the Source would do if I told you anything," the demon spat out as he kicked and struggled to free himself from Wyatt's telekinetic grip. He would take whatever the Twice-Blessed would do to him. He had to stay loyal to the Source.

"You wanna bet?" Wyatt questioned, voice harsh and stern. His grip tightened and the demon started struggling, kicking and wrapping his hands around his neck, trying to find a way to stop it. Wyatt walked up to the demon, eyes never straying away from his jet black eyes. He summoned an energy ball in his left hand and held it up close for the demon to see, "Now, tell me what you know or I'll make sure to make your death as painful as possible, you son of a bitch." Wyatt loosened his grip enough so that the demon could utter the words that would save his life.

Instead of what Wyatt and Peyton were hoping to hear, the demon started to laugh--a dark, demented, cynical laugh that caused Wyatt's blood to boil, "'Son of a bitch?'" he questioned with a small smirk, "Aw, Wyatt, now that's no way to treat a future ally--well, that is if your brother gives the Source what he needs, of course."

Wyatt and Peyton instantly lost their threatening demeanors as they stared at the demon in confusion, both clueless as to what the fanged demon was talking about. They both didn't understand. Why would the Source be involved in this? What would he want with Chris?

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt asked, eyes narrowing as he caught the demon letting out another laugh, that fanged smirk still shining wide at them. He pushed the demon harder into the wall, his smirk and laughter instantly disappearing, "What does the Source want with my brother?" The demon just stared back at him, a small smirk rising yet again on his lips, but gave no answer. Wyatt slammed him harder into the wall, causing pieces of the rock to crumble to the ground, "Answer me!"

The demon let out another laugh at Wyatt's demand, black eyes falling down to look straight at the witches, "Losing your temper and taking out your frustrations on me is no way to get information, Halliwell." the fanged demon spat, "Besides, my loyalties lie with the Source. I'd never betray him by telling you any more than I already have."

Wyatt tightened his grip on the demon and raised the energy ball higher and closer to his chest, "You sure you don't want to rethink that answer?"

The demon stared him down, black eyes locking with Wyatt's brown ones. The young boy was filled with rage, and this the demon liked. If what the rumors about this dark version of reality, the version where this witch ruled over all of the country, he could tell why this boy would make a great Ruler of All Evil, "Positive," the demon replied, smirking, "but I anxiously await the day when the Source and the Seer's plan is completed. Your angry," a pause, "excites me, Halliwell."

Wyatt's eyes narrowed and his grip tightened on the demon's neck, "Burn in hell." With one quick motion of his hand, the energy ball was thrust into the demon's chest and Peyton watched from behind as the demon was consumed in a mass of flames, face contorted in pain as he let out a horrific yelp.

Wyatt turned his head to look towards his cousin, all the anger and rage that had once contorted his features seconds ago gone. Peyton's eyes wandered up to meet her cousins, flashing signs of worry and confusion as she made her way towards Wyatt, "What did Chris get himself into?" Her eyes fell onto the remains of the demon Wyatt had just vanquished, that sickening laugh and his cryptic responses still floating around her head.

"I don't know," Wyatt replied, eyes falling down to where Peyton was looking, still trying to wrap his mind around what they had learned so far that day, "But we're going to find out." That had been the third demon they had interrogated and killed. The first had been silent about what he knew, and Wyatt had quickly vanquished him after finding out that he would get no information from the upper-level demon. The second had spoken cryptic, taunting phrases, the Source and Seer were both brought up as well, but what they wanted with Chris, Wyatt didn't know. Then this demon, Jinx was his name, had brought him into the equation, confusing both him and Peyton even more. All he knew was that his idiot brother had gotten himself in way over his head somehow, and the freaking Source and Seer were after him for something. Whatever secrets his brother had been keeping apparently were going to end up getting him killed. He would stop that from happening, of course--no one hurt his brother without having to pay for it--but if Chris hadn't kept the secrets in the first place maybe things wouldn't have gotten so bad.

"Let's go," Wyatt turned her way and grabbed her arm, but felt a sudden tug from the girl as she pushed away.

"Wyatt," she started as she freed her arm from his grip, "we've been hunting upper-level demons for three days now and this is all we've found out so far." Wyatt looked a little annoyed at her outburst, but he too knew it was true, "I think these demons are too loyal to tell us anything about what is going on." Wyatt opened his mouth to argue, but Peyton quickly held up her hand to stop him and went on, "If we want to see Chris awake again sooner then I think we should start going after lower-level, more easily bribed demons." She paused, noticing Wyatt's expression changing as he contemplated the idea, "If the Seer and the Source are really involved, I bet that whole Underworld has a pretty good idea of what's going on, especially if Chris' name is involved."

Wyatt's eyes travelled back over towards the remains of the demon before looking back over at his cousin, "Guess you've got a point there," Wyatt told her, motioning his hand over towards the remains of the demon, "He was the first demon to tell us anything of use--barely anything--after three days." He paused and finally gave a nod, agreeing with her, "Let's start looking for demons then."

"But first," Peyton exclaimed as Wyatt grabbed her arm, "we should take a break. We've been hunting ever since school ended." A pause, "And besides, we should tell our parents what we've found out. Maybe that will help them find a spell or potion that could wake him up."

Wyatt gave a reluctant sigh and replied, "Fine." He didn't believe they had time for a break. The more they looked, the sooner they'd find out what happened to Chris and the faster he'd wake up. That was the way he saw it, but his parents and family were all urging him to not overexert himself. His father had reminded him that nothing could happen to Chris while he was in there, that he was safe, and had joked rather weakly that he didn't want to see his oldest son end up like that as well. Wyatt wouldn't believe that Chris was safe until this whole demon mess was taken care of and his brother opened his eyes and started spitting out sarcasm left and right. God, he never thought he'd be saying this, but he really missed his brother's jibes ... He really missed his brother.

"How's that spell coming?" Paige asked from her spot on the couch--a spot that she had practically been calling her home for the last few days--as she looked through the Book, trying to find another thing that could maybe wake up her nephew. For the past three days they had been working on spells and potions that they believed could bring Chris back to them. The ones they had tried so far--three spells from the Book and four potions--had failed miserably, much to the families disappointment. They had decided to try another Power of Three spell--they believed that it may be powerful enough to bring him back if they worded it exactly right.

Phoebe looked up from the pad she was writing on from across the room, "Still trying to get the wording right, but it'll be done soon." She looked back down towards the pad and jotted something down quickly before looking back over towards Paige, "Find anymore potions we should try?"

Paige shook her head and slammed her hands down onto the open pages of the Book, "Nothing in here that would help," she shut the Book and placed it down on the empty seat next to her with a plop, "I'm going to check the Magic School library and bring back more potion books. There's got to be something that can wake someone up from a magic-induced coma."

Paige stood up from her seat and added, "I'm going to check on them at the hospital quickly. Maybe convince Piper to come back to the Manor and get some sleep." Both sisters were worried about Piper. Ever since Chris ended up in the hospital she hadn't left his side. She had fought with the staff of the hospital when they told her that visiting hours were over and had scared them so much by her anger that they all agreed to let her stay. Both sisters understood why she didn't want to leave him and knew they would probably act the same way if it was their own children. Even then the two sisters were checking on Chris as much as they could--the whole family was in a state of depression over his comatose state.

Phoebe gave a silent nod at this and watched as her sister disappeared in a swirl of blue and white orbs. She quickly looked back down towards the verses she had written down for the spell, reading them over once again, before letting out a sigh and throwing the pad onto the table next to her. She was trying so hard to make this spell as powerful as possible but she just wasn't sure if it would work. Nothing else had so far and those potions and spells had been pretty powerful as well. Whatever had caused Chris to end up like this was much more powerful than they thought. If this Power of Three spell didn't work then she would really start to worry. If whatever did this to him was that powerful then she wasn't sure if they could bring him back with a simple potion or spell. They'd just have to wait for him to wake up or find a much more powerful way to bring him out of it. She was hoping that Wyatt and Peyton had found out something down in the Underworld. Wyatt said he had looked up a few demons who he believed would give them what they needed to know and she hoped that they had found out something. The past few days they had sadly come up with barely anything, which had really frustrated Wyatt to no end. He and Peyton had interrogated so many demons but had found out really nothing of use. Wyatt had always been the protective brother and when anything happened to Chris he was always there to fix it quickly and easily. This, though, was turning out to be harder than he thought, and that's what made him so frustrated.

The jingle of orbs quickly caught Phoebe's attention and she looked towards the middle of the room and watched as Peyton and Wyatt appeared from the blue and white orbs. Peyton instantly plopped down on the couch as Wyatt quickly went for the Book. The younger girl rolled her eyes at this and watched as Wyatt hastily began flipping through the pages. They were supposed to be taking a break, but apparently Wyatt couldn't grasp that concept. Her cousin was going to work himself to death at this rate.

"Did you find out anything?" Phoebe asked from her spot across the room, causing Peyton to look her way and Wyatt to quickly glance up towards her between pages.

"Yes, actually, we finally found out something," Peyton started, sitting herself up straight in her seat. Her eyes quickly glanced over to Wyatt, to see if he'd be joining in on the conversation, but the older witch just kept flipping through the pages of the Book, looking intently for their next target, "The Source and the Seer are after Chris."

Phoebe's eyes widened and a look of disbelief fell over her face as she leaned forward in her chair, "What?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Source and the Seer? This was much bigger than any of them could have ever imagined, "What do they want with him?"

Peyton shrugged, "No clue. They didn't say what, but he has something they want apparently." Wyatt closed the Book with a loud thump, causing both Peyton and Phoebe to look his way. He stood up from his seat and placed the Book down on the couch.

"We're going to find out what right now," his eyes fell onto Peyton and the girl let out a reluctant sigh. He knew she wanted to have a break, but they just didn't have time. If what that demon said was true then they needed to get looking quick. His brother was in danger until they found out what it was they wanted and stopped them from getting it. If he could, he'd go to the Source and the Seer right then and vanquish their asses, but he wasn't strong enough to do that without some aid.

"What about the break we were going to take?" Peyton asked, arms crossed. They'd been demon hunting practically nonstop the last few days and they needed to just relax for a bit, especially Wyatt. He'd been at it probably longer than her and she was pretty positive that he was orbing down to the Underworld at all hours of the day--alone--to find out what was going on. He was a really good brother but he wouldn't be any use to Chris if he wore himself out so fast.

"We don't have time, Peyton," Wyatt insisted sternly.

"Wyatt, maybe you should listen to Peyton on this one," Phoebe urged from her place across the room, causing the teenager to turn and look her way, "You two have been at it for hours now and you should at least have a small break."

Wyatt's gaze travelled from Phoebe to Peyton and after a brief moment of thought he let out a sigh and reluctantly gave in, "Fine." Peyton features brightened at this, thankful that she could have some well needed down time, "But you only get an hour, then after that we're going to start right back up again, and I mean exactly an hour." Wyatt plopped back down on the couch and grabbed up the Book, "I'm going to keep looking for targets."

Phoebe and Peyton both shared a look but knew they couldn't persuade Wyatt anymore than they had. He was determined to fix this and worried about his brother. He wouldn't stop until he found out what the Seer and Source wanted with Chris and his younger brother woke up. All the men in the Halliwell-Wyatt family were like that. They were determined and would not rest until things were fixed. Leo, on many occasions, had shown Phoebe and her sister's that determination. She had witnessed Chris displaying that trait when he came back from the dark version of their future--determined to save Wyatt at all costs, even his own life. And now, Wyatt was trying to save Chris. The brother that once needed saving himself was now playing the savior.

It was a Friday night and a fifteen year old Chris sat in the kitchen of the Manor, swirling his spoon around in milk and cereal. It wasn't the most amazing dinner he'd ever had but he wasn't the best cook and he and Wyatt neglected to go grocery shopping that week. They had also neglected to clean the house--the sink was piled up with dirty dishes and pots that had been needing a cleaning since the beginning of the week but neither boy had gotten to it. Wyatt was never around anymore and Chris had been spending most of his time at the hospital up until a few weeks ago. His grandfather had died and now there he sat, all alone in the dimly lit kitchen that was starting to reek of rotten food. He remembered when every Friday night the whole family would get together for dinner, when his mother was alive, before his grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, before everything he knew disappeared and his life changed to this.

Chris scooped up a spoonful of cereal and milk and stuffed it in his mouth. The cereal was too soggy now and Chris scrunched up his features as he reluctantly swallowed. The soft hum of laughter and voices could be heard coming from the television in the other room. Chris had left it on. He needed something to fill up the silence that always seemed to surround him now, he needed to not feel so alone. No, he wasn't alone, he had his family, but he didn't like to bother his aunts and uncles. They had their own lives, own families, and he didn't want to burden them. Whenever he was around them it was like they felt they needed to treat him like he was some fragile thing. It was like they thought he was some broken, pitiful kid that they needed to treat with extreme caution. One false move and he'd completely fall apart.

Chris' eyes fell onto the pill bottle that sat on the counter as he dipped his spoon back into the bowl. He was supposed to take those now. His aunts had been worried about him, since he seemed to be surrounded by death--that was apparently rather unhealthy for someone his age--so they decided to take him to see a shrink. That's where he was diagnosed with depression and that was why he had to take those stupid pills and that's why they've been treating him even more like he was made of glass.

The faint jingle of orbs caught Chris' attention and the teenager let out an annoyed sigh. He wasn't in the mood for a visit from either of his nagging aunts and he especially wasn't in the mood to see his father. He turned his head to look towards where the sound had come from and was surprised to see not his father or aunts standing near the door frame, but Wyatt, his absent brother. Chris watched as Wyatt's eyes travelled around the room, taking in the piled up pots and dishes, the stench of the rotten food in the fridge, the food stains that covered the counters and stove, and finally, Chris.

"Jesus Christopher," Wyatt exclaimed, making his way more into the room, "look at this place!" He lifted his hands up and motioned around the room. He had heard his brother hadn't been handling losing their grandfather too well and he'd fallen into a depression but he didn't imagine it to be this bad. Chris always liked things to be somewhat neat, and if the kitchen looked like this, Wyatt didn't even want to see the rest of the house. He really should have checked up on his brother more, he'd just been a bit ... preoccupied.

"I'll clean up tomorrow," Chris responded, turning his attention back to the soggy bowl of cereal in front him, gliding his spoon through the milk, "I've just been busy." He had actually been busy. He'd been attending school (unlike Wyatt), trying to catch up on all the work he missed from skipping to stay with his grandfather, and going to see that dumb shrink because his aunts were forcing him. He had no idea why Wyatt had stopped attending school and had no idea what he was doing instead, but he was getting suspicious. His personality was changing dramatically and Chris felt like he was losing his brother. They used to be so close but now they barely even talked. Sure, his brother still cared about him, but they just didn't talk like they used to anymore.

Wyatt slid into the seat adjacent from his brother and watched as the younger Halliwell swirled his spoon around in the cereal and milk. His brother's hair was greasy and disheveled and looked like it hadn't been combed or washed in ages, the bags under his eyes gave away the fact that he hadn't been sleeping and from what Wyatt could see he hadn't been one for eating those days either.

"Too busy to take care of yourself, apparently," Wyatt said, watching as his brother's jade eyes snapped up his way. He sent an annoyed and irritated look his way, his hand stopping its constant swirling of the spoon, "Chris, you look like shit."

The younger boy scoffed, "Oh, thanks Wy." His eyes travelled back down to the soggy cereal and he dropped his spoon into his bowl, "Sorry, I just haven't cared about how I've looked lately," he added with sarcasm, eyes darting back up to Wyatt, "I've had other things on my mind."

Wyatt let out a sigh and rested his elbows against the table, "Chris, you've got to take care of yourself." He urged his brother, his voice almost taking on a pleading tone. He should have checked up on him more, his brother really needed him and he had let his other duties get in the way.

"I know," the younger Haillwell confessed softly, eyes falling back down onto the soggy cereal, "It's just--" he paused and ran a hand through his unkempt hair, gripping it in clumps near the end, "everything's gone to shit." Another pause and Wyatt watched as the emotions his brother had been holding in began to shine through his jade eyes, "M-Mom's gone, Grandpa's dead, and dad--Leo failed us yet again ... nothing's the way it was supposed to be."

A silence fell over the two brothers, both sets of eyes falling to the table. The two hadn't really spoken or seen each other much since Piper's death--partly because Wyatt felt he was the cause of it--and they had both been watching as the life they once knew crumbled and turned into the life that they were living now. They had been so close before, Wyatt would have dropped everything to help his brother, but everything had changed now. He was working on fixing it though--fixing everything. All of his months spent away from home he had been working on a way to change this world, to make it better for everyone, including his brother.

"Everything's going to change, Chris," Wyatt proclaimed, breaking the silence as he decided to share his hope with his brother. The younger Halliwell looked up his way, features creasing with confusion, "Things are going to all be different soon enough." A pause as a smirk stretched over Wyatt's features, "This whole world is going to be different."

"... What are you doing Wyatt?" Chris asked after a pause. Studying his brother's features, that sickening smirk and those devilish shinning eyes, really frightened him. His brother was up to something and from his look it wasn't something good. Wyatt had always shinned that look when he did something deviant when he was a kid, like orbing their cousins to different continents. Every since he was a little kid Wyatt was always for deviance and somewhat cruel pranks.

His older brother stood up from his seat and announced, "I've get to get going. I'll be back to check up on you later." He brushed the wrinkles out of his jeans as Chris watched, suspicion growing.

Chris stood up from his seat, a suspicious and questioning look gracing his features as Wyatt glanced around the kitchen, taking in the horrific sight of dirty pots and dishes stacked up high and the stench of rotten food, "Wyatt--"

"Clean this up before I get back, Christopher," Wyatt cut him off with an order as he crossed his arms and let his eyes land back on Chris, "And finish that cereal," his finger pointed down towards the bowl, eyes never leaving Chris, "and also, take a shower."

"Wyatt--"

Wyatt cut him off once again, voice taking on a somewhat harsh tone, "Goodbye Christopher." With that, Wyatt's form began to turn into a jingling swirl of blue and white orbs. Chris' features creased as he watched his older brother began to vanish, anger and suspicion rising.

"No!" Chris yelled, reaching his hand out and grabbing onto the orbs, causing his brother to began to reappear and fall with a hard thump to the floor. The older Halliwell's expression had quickly taken on anger as he stared at his younger brother with narrowed eyes. Chris had never seen his brother look like that before and had never seen an angry expression like that ever sent his way. It was almost frightening, but Chris didn't let his expression flatter. "What are you up, Wyatt?! What have you done?!" Wyatt grabbed onto the table and pushed himself up from the ground, eyes never leaving his younger brother. He quickly grabbed his brother's collar and pushed him into the wall behind them with tremendous force. Chris didn't let his angry expression fall but felt more fear than ever for his brother as he stared straight into the older boy's brown eyes, feeling the tight grip that Wyatt had on his shirt as he tightened his fist and pulled more of the fabric.

"Don't you ever do that again Christopher!" Wyatt hissed at his brother as he placed his other hand against the wall, banging it hard and causing the younger Halliwell to jump, "I don't have to tell you anything, you understand me?!" He slammed Chris' back hard against the wall, causing the teenager's eyes to go wide, "You understand me!?"

"Yes!" Chris replied, nodding his head, "I understand! Now let me go!" Chris brought his hands up and began to push against his brother's chest with force. Wyatt quickly loosening his grip and let his brother push him away, the older boy stumbling back a bit before he regained his footing. Wyatt instantly felt bad about what he had done, he never meant to get so rough with his brother, but the kid really ticked him off when he redirected his orbs. He wouldn't apologize though, he wouldn't let his anger flatten. He needed to keep a strong and tough demeanor, he had to stand his ground with his brother, even if it hurt him a little to see Chris shine that hidden fear in his jade eyes.

"Good," Wyatt said as Chris stared at him with a hardened glare, "I'll see you later, Christopher." Wyatt's form transformed into blue and white orbs and Chris watched as his brother vanished, arms crossed and glare hard, and he obeyed his brother. He didn't try to stop him, instead he just let him go.

The vision faded and the cold was gone and Chris felt himself rise up from the depths of his visions. He could hear the beeping of the monitor again and felt his body warm up. He tried to move a finger, open his eyes, but none of it worked. He still could not get himself out of his own head. He tried and tried so hard every time he was brought back close to reality but nothing worked. In a few minutes--or even seconds--he would be pulled back down into that cold, cold place and go through another vision. It was like he was being drowned. The second he'd escape the cold depths of the water, the second he'd try to suck in air, he'd be pushed right back down, failing to breathe. He needed to find a way out of his own head, he needed to find a way to escape whatever hold this thing had on him. He was hoping that his family was trying to figure out how to wake him up. Maybe there was a potion or perhaps a spell they could write that could bring him back? Maybe not though, considering the Seer had been the one to do this time him. He was going to vanquish that bitch once he got out of his own head.

"Chris ..." His father's voice started, followed by a sigh. This time it wasn't the father who neglected him, the father who let his mother die. Instead, it was his father. The father that was always there, that never missed a birthday or piano recital for some stupid Elder duties Up There. They were so different, the two Leo's. He didn't understand how they had ended up so different. The other Chris' was so neglectful, always putting his duties before his family, while his father was practically overbearing and overprotective, was always putting his family before his work at Magic School and was always there whenever they needed him. How could the same person be so different?

There was a small, sad laugh from his father, "You got yourself in way over your head this time, didn't you buddy?" Chris really couldn't deny that--well, he couldn't even agree with it because he was stuck inside his own head--but if he was awake, he probably would fight his father on that. It's not like he knew the Source and the Seer were involved in the Cornu's plan. He just went there to kill that murdering son of a bitch Valerian and he succeeded with that. He never thought that he--Chris Halliwell, not the Twice-Blessed--would be someone the Source and the Seer would be after. How was he supposed to know that?

"You shouldn't have gone down there alone, Chris," his father stated, voice somewhat depressed instead of the usual tone Chris would imagine that sentence to be spoken in. He pictured it more like how his mother would say it--screaming and scolding him, features creased in anger. He knew he had been an idiot going demon hunting by himself, but he didn't expect this to happen.

Another small, but weak, laugh escaped his father's lips as he continued, "You're so much like him--he was always taking everything on alone like this as well." Chris was confused by that. Who was his dad talking about? Chris was completely clueless. That cryptic sentence just left him with bemusement and blanks. There was no one that he could think of that could fit the "him" that his father was taking about.

Chris felt a finger brush against his forehead, pushing strands of sweaty hair away from his sticky forehead, "I can't lose you too, Chris." His father's voice was practically quivering as he spoke that sentence, emotions that he'd barely ever seen his father show breaking through. There was a brief pause before his father spoke again, "I can't lose you again."

That struck something inside Chris. Valerian had said that the other him had come back in time and changed everything, prevented Wyatt from turning into that maniac that he became. The other Chris--the other him--must have met the Charmed Ones at some point, he must have been involved in their lives, it would have been the only way he could use the Book ... the time when his father was an Elder and his mom and aunts had a different Whitelighter, that must have been him. His father was talking about him (well, the other him). Oh God, he died. The other him died. Why didn't they ever tell him this? Why did his aunts and parents hide this from him? If he had known this nine months ago everything would have made so much more sense. This whole mess he was in wouldn't have been so confusing, he wouldn't have believed he was going crazy. They should have told him, they shouldn't have hid this from him.

Chris felt a sudden tug and instantly knew he was being pulled back down into another vision. As much as he didn't want to go back into the cold depths of that horrific version of reality, he didn't feel like fighting. This newly acquired information had kind of shocked him and he felt anger towards his parents for hiding it from him. Though he knew they probably had some reason for it, he just wished they had told him. He could have handled it. He felt his body emerge into the cold, the beeping disappear and his father's voice grow faint and mumbled. In seconds everything from his reality was gone again. He was drowning again, he was being forced down into the cold depths, struggling to breath, that one fact still stuck in the back of his mind.

They had known all about him. They had known.

Well, there you have it.

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