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i don't own charmed
"Where did you go?" Phoebe blurted out, she elaborated off of Chris' puzzled expression. "After you found out, you couldn't have stayed in the castle, so what did you do?"
"Phoebe, there is something I can sum up life for you in three words. It goes on. Where did I go? We were in the middle of a war, I couldn't just up and leave, so here's what I did." He looked into her eyes and spoke each word quickly and seriously. "As the head of the army, I ordered seven placebo nukes to be dropped. By the time the planes were hovering over Beijing and Shanghai, China surrendered. The same happened in Tokyo, Mumbai, Lagos, Jakarta, and Moscow. Within 72 hours I'd ended World War III through pure massacred thought. Do you know what would have happened if I'd actually bombed those cities? The human population could cease to exist just due to radiation poisoning and not significant intellect loss. It was a hell of a bluff."
"So after that, you just continued living in the castle with the man that killed us?" Paige accused.
"God, no. I said I ended the war within 72 hours, I was out of Avalon's main city in three." He held the number three up with his thumb and first two fingers waiting for the memory to take over. It'd already transformed into he's castle room, where he was packing everything into a bewitched backpack. He was dressed in beat up Nike kicks, jeans, and a leather jacket. His hands were violently shaking as he put the belongings inside. After a few moments, the room looked bare except for bulky furniture and letter written to Wyatt.
"Can I read the letter?" Paige made her way to the side table when Chris stepped in front her.
"Actually, no, no you can not. As long as you're going to invade my privacy like this I get to draw the line some where." His arms were crossed and he held an arrogant smirk on his face that make Phoebe wan to smack him. The other Chris orbed out, leaving no trace of ever living there.
"You left? Just like that?"
"Just like that." Chris repeated as the scene then switched to the Golden Gate Bridge, or what was left of it. The younger Chris was there, crying over what had happened. There was a shimmer and an up roar from the teen. He sprung into action, head snapping around, jumping up and punching the intruder.
"What the hell, Chris?" Bianca caught Chris' punch in her right hand and twisted his arm back until he hissed in pain. "I'm not here to kill you."
"Well can you blame me for what you did last time?" He yelled. "You friggin' stripped half my powers! Not to mention almost killed me."
"I didn't strip your powers, Chris, I stripped the sources." She clarified. "You still have everything you were meant to have, the Greater Powers That Be made sure of that."
"Bianca, I am the source, they're my powers." He grabbed a hold of her arms and slammed her against the cool metal. "So listen to me, Bitch, give them back and maybe I'll spare you your life."
"You can't kill me, or at least you wouldn't have." She looked him in the eyes. "Chris, what are you doing? Wyatt killed Paige, Phoebe, Patty, Jr., Coop, Henry, Penny, Baby Rich, and Cole, Chris, yet you haven't changed a bit. Can't you see what you're doing is wrong? You're acting just like him, where'd my Chris go? Huh? Do you even know who that is anymore? I loved you Mr. Halliwell, don't you forget that. So go ahead, kill me, if you really have changed that much."
"Don't be like that." He shook his head.
"Be like what, right? Come on, Chris, this isn't you and I know I'm right. So take my hand and follow me home. Matthew is alive, Chris. He's scared out of his mind because his cousin just killed his mom, dad, sisters, and family, but he's alive. Or how about Mel, have you forgotten about her? She's your god damn sister! You haven't given up on her yet, have you? Because we're still out looking for her."
"Matt's alive?" A gleam of hope flickered in his eyes.
"Yes, but he may not be for very much longer if he doesn't have anyone to watch him. I've never seen a kid so willing to kill a demon before."
"He shouldn't be fighting, he's only 14, he could be hurt-" Chris began lecturing and Bianca rolled her eyes.
So you do care?" She smiled. "Come on, let's go home."
"Bi, I can't. What do I tell them? I'm the reason everyone is dead!" He let out tears and she enveloped him into a hug. "I didn't know, I didn't think, I'm fucked up in the head and I can't think straight because everything I knew just turned out to be a lie, Wyatt killed them and didn't tell me. How am I supposed to live with the fact that I protected a murderer? That I am a murderer? I've caused millions of deaths, mostly due to war, but a good fraction single handedly. I don't want to cause anyone anymore pain, Bianca."
"Exactly that." She shimmered them both out and the scene went dark.
"So you went with Bianca?" Paige asked, still confused.
"I went to what soon became the Resistance." Chris explained. "It's a group of survivors. They were terrified of me at first, but eventually came to trust me. They elected me their leader a few months before I left."
"I thought you said it took a few months before you and Bianca got back together." Paige trailed off.
"It did, just because weren't killing each other doesn't exactly mean we were ready to do each other again." The words rolled off of Chris tongue. "Besides, let's just say I had some other issues to deal with."
"Care to elaborate?" Phoebe asked as the scene started changing. Chris was in a library searching through the books. "What happened to the Magic School?"
"We used it for HQ for a bit." His words grew softer as he tried to piece together the memory.
"Christopher Perry Halliwell get your ass over here now!" The shriek came from across the hall in a classroom that had been transformed into a bedroom. Chris set down the coffee and sluggishly made his way to a frantic Bianca.
"What are you doing in my room?" The nineteen year old demanded. "My space is private."
"I am going through hoops just to let you stay here, do not use that tone with me. If it were up to anyone else you'd be out on the streets right now do you hear me?" Her arms were folded over her chest as she yelled at him. They only moved when her hand made contact with his cheek in a forceful manner. "I'm not going to tolerate this,"
"What did you do?" Phoebe shouted, but quickly regretted it as the memory Chris boiled. His arm came and grabbed Bianca's wrists, threatening to break them in an instant.
"Don't ever hit my cheek again. Do so and I kill you so fast you won't even notice your guts spilling out onto the floor." He gritted through his teeth. He slammed her against the wall looked into her eyes. "You might have taken away the source's power, but that doesn't eliminate the fact that I can snap you in half.-"
"I can't listen to this." Chris shook his head.
Don't play with fire, Bianca, because you will be burned. You'll be screaming in pain as the flames embellish you and no one will come for you, do you want to know why? Because you're just a stupid whore who gets into other people's business before being asked-"
"Someone undo the spell!" Chris was commanding at the top of his lungs as tears threatened to fall.
"What I do and where I go is none of your damn business, do you hear me? You mean absolutely nothing to me. Why don't you understand that? I don't care what happens to you, because love is a façade that the weak hide behind, and I'm not weak."
"I said undo the god damn spell!"
"I loved you, Christopher, and I'm not going to give up on you. This isn't you. This is the monster Wyatt's made you. The mask needs to be drawn and I'll be the one t pull it off."
"Stop wasting your fucking time, this is me, Bianca. I'm not that stupid pansy ass teenager I was three years ago. You don't get it."
"Please," Chris begged. Phoebe and Paige stood in shock at what both Chris' were saying.
"So maybe you'll get this, I don't want you in my life. All you do is fucking make me miserable. You ruin everything!" His voice raged through the room.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I have to do." She said between tears as she pulled a dagger out from under her skirt and hit Chris in the heart and he let out a scream.
"You're killing me?" Chris looked at her in deep betrayal. Tears were streaming down her face, seeing him in pain. The dagger glowed a dark plum, and when the coloration stopped, Bianca pulled the dagger out immediately tending to the wound. "What-What the fuck just happened?"
"Wyatt cursed you, you selfish son of bitch." She explained, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Huh-Ow!" He let out a yelp of pain as she dabbed the gash. Then it registered. "Bi, where the hell am I?"
"You got here yesterday, Chris, we rescued you, we are at the Resistance." She said, not making eye contact.
"The whohaw?" He looked up at her, confused. "Why aren't you looking at me? Bi, what did I do?"
"What was the last thing you remembered?" She asked.
"I don't know! It's all fuzzy. Me and Leo had a big fight and I left, Wyatt and I ruling something called Avalon, a lot of pain, deaths…my family… Wyatt killed them."
"Chris, the last time you spoke with your father was three years ago, the last time he surfaced from Up There." She finally glanced at him.