Chapter 25

Jaded eyes shot open at the sound of a crash somewhere in the house. He sat straight up and realized Angie wasn't lying next to him. After he and Wyatt returned from the Underworld, Angie wanted to stay with him, making sure he doesn't disappear from her sight ever again. "Angie?" He called out as he put on his shoes and walked out of the room to see no one in the hallway. "Angie?"

Fear gripped his best when there was no response to his call. It was too quiet in the Manor. Baby Wyatt isn't crying or Phoebe's rapid talk on her phone or Paige's television. There was no sound in the house. "Piper? Paige, what's going on?" Again, there's no response. The silence is killing him; he hates the silence because in the future it meant death or a battle was happening.

He turned a corner of the hallway and stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of his jade eyes. "No," he whispered. Angie lay on the ground, blood spreading underneath her, and she was not moving….just like in Chris's memory of her death. Immediately, he pulled Angie's limp body in his arms as her hand fell on the ground and her engagement ring rolled on the floor. She was pale and cold like death.

"No," He whispered again as his eyes trailed around the room. Everything was destroyed, nothing left standing. He saw Paige and Amanda also lying on the ground but darklighter arrows pinned to their bodies. Chris felt like he was going to puck any second. He could handle the blood and dead bodies before but this is the past and they weren't supposed to be dead.

Then, he saw her. In a corner, laid Piper slouched against the wall covered in blood and of course, in pain. She opened her eyes, "Chris." She coughed. He didn't know if he should but this woman…he did. Chris kneed beside her and saw her bloody wound on her leg and on the back of her shoulder. "Chris –"

"No, don't talk. You need to save your energy." Chris interrupted as he examined the wound. His eyes scanned the area. "Where's Wyatt?"

"I am so sorry, Chris." Piper whispered, not answering his questions, "my little Peanut."

Chris froze at the nickname. Only in the future Piper would call him that, not this Piper. But this Piper couldn't….she…couldn't she? He shook that thought out of his mind and concentrates on her. "Hold on, Piper. Just hold on. Leo! Leo!" There was no answer.

"Where the hell is he?" Chris thought angrily and felt a sense of déjà vu.

Piper saw his hands go to her wounded leg. "Chris, you can't –"

"No! I won't lose you. You are not going to die on me, again. Do you understand me?"

"Chris –"

"Do you understand me, Piper Halliwell?" He yelled. "Leo! Leo!"

She placed her hand on his cheek, "I understand. I love you. This isn't your fault. It never was."

He looked down at her surprised at the touch but saw her eyes shut closed and her hand fell limp to the side. "Piper? Mom? Mom, please don't go. Please!"

"Are you going to cry?" Chris whirled around and saw him. It was the Angel of Death dress in all black. He was leaning against the staircase, staring at Piper's dead body.

"You!" Chris snarled as he tried to punch the monster but instead ran into the wall.

"You can't hurt me, Christopher." Death said to him. "I am not real."

"Don't touch her!" Chris yelled when Death was about to touch Paige. "You have no right. You already took my family away from me."

"I did? Now, Christopher you remind me of your Aunt Prue when she thought I took her mother away from her." Death told him. "But this is completely different. It was not my fault that they are dead. It's yours."

"Excuse me?"

"Look around you, Christopher."

And he did. Around him laid tombstones of the ones he ever cared for including Darryl's family. "You're blaming me?"

"They died around you. Your cousins, your aunts, your friends, and your soul mate are dead…because of you."

"No, no, no!" Chris yelled, putting his fingers in his hair. "You're lying!"

"I don't lie."

"Chris!" A voice yelled but it was being covered with other voices. Screaming and crying at him. His head was ready to burst.

"It was your fault that she's dead." Death said to him as he stood next to Piper's dead body. Chris shook his head at him and looked down at his shaking hands. They were disappearing –he's disappearing!

"It's not my fault…I'm sorry. Please, it's not my fault!"

"Chris, wake up! Wyatt!"

"It's not my fault…."

Chris shot his eyes open and saw Angie's head over his, her dark hair hanging around her worried face. "Angie." He croaked and suddenly, images of his dream came to his mind. Quickly, he got off the bed and ran straight to the bathroom. After he was done throwing his guts into the toilet, he went back to the room and saw Angie sitting on the bed. "Are you alright?" She asked, softly.

"I'll be fine." He said to her. "It was just a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Angie asked but he didn't say anything. "You were calling Piper's name and the Angel of Death multiple times."

"I was?"

Angie nodded her head, "I remembered you having nightmares. But they were never this bad. Did you have more nightmares…later on after my death?"

Chris shrugged, "Sometimes."

"About?"

Piper walked upstairs holding baby Wyatt in her arms, ready to put him down to bed and change into her pj's but instead, hear voices in her bedroom. She opened the door a little bit to see Angie and Chris sitting close to each other on her bed. She just opened they weren't planning on a make out session anytime soon.

"It's not a big deal," She heard Chris say.

"Chris-"

"What Angie? What?" Chris yelled, standing up. "Do you want me to tell you what my nightmares are always about?"

"Chris, please don't –"

"They're about, Henry Jr, Adrianna, everyone that I loved and lost. But this time, it's different. Do you want to know why?" Chris questioned but didn't bother to wait for a reply. "Because of the sisters and Leo –everything that I've worked hard to cover is coming back in my mind. Everything that I pushed in a dark cave in my mind is reopening again."

"His memories," Piper thought

"I hate that the sisters did this to me. Why did they do this me? Do they really hate me that badly?"

"They can't hate you, Chris." Angie said, softly.

"No but I can hate them." Chris said in a dark tone that made Piper feel guilty and scared all at the same time. "Hating Leo was a sport in my life. After what they did, I can't trust them anymore. The same people that I have known my whole entire life, I cannot trust them!"

"Chris, they invaded your memories because –"

"They didn't trust me."

"But they do now! Chris, they trust you. Leo trusts you!" Angie reminded him.

"But not Piper." He said to her.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to be with them for every single day and the months and…them beating me down every single minute for answers…for the truth!" Angie touched his arm but he flinched away from her. "I have to get out of here."

"Chris, running away isn't going to solve anything. Please don't –" But it didn't stop him from orbing away, "don't disappear." She finished sadly.

Piper watched as Angie fell on her knees, letting the tears fall. She didn't know that Chris's emotions were strong and combined with the Angel of Life's, it was drastic and killing her. This was one of the reasons why Angie hates feeling Chris's emotions, it was because they are in distraught and sadness.

Piper looked at baby Wyatt and whispered, "We better find your daddy."

Wyatt stood on the Golden Gate Bridge watching the twinkling cars past him into the darkness of the night. After he and Chris left the Underworld, Chris went to bed but Wyatt didn't feel like having a "family moment" with his father, so he orbed away to here. Why didn't Chris understand? Can't he see it? He should have seen it because he was part of it. They worked together after five years and they destroyed the demon together.

They were inseparable.

But Chris didn't see it. He didn't care. His little brother only cares about saving him and not joining him. Back in the future, his demon minions suggested that if Chris didn't join him soon, Wyatt should kill him. Wyatt shook that thought out. Could he kill Chris? Over the years, he threatened Chris and today…he almost did Chris. But to actually kill him?

"For years, you wanted me to join you and now you want to kill me!"

"Why are you so determined to save me?"

"Because whether I like it or not, you are my brother."

"Brother," Wyatt mumbled as he rubbed his temple. If they were really brothers, Chris would have joined him in a second and so would the rest of their bloodline. But no, he didn't and they lost too much family.

"Kill…" A voice said in his mind but Wyatt shook it. He couldn't…"You killed your own blood before…"

Henry Jr's dead body came in his mind and the hatred in his cousin and his baby sister's eyes. But he didn't mean to. That was by accident. "They should've joined me so I could protect them!" He growled. "It was their fault."

None of them joined him, though. Only his closet friends did, like Caleb. He only joined as a spy for Chris…hearing that part in Chris's memory –Wyatt felt betrayed again. He was angry when the half demon kissed his baby sister but to be a spy and go behind his back, Wyatt was furious. Caleb must have told Chris all of the missions that were important causing Wyatt's plans to be in ruins.

"Kill….him…." The voice hissed.

"No! I need him!"

"Need who?" Wyatt turned around and saw his Aunt Paige, her red hair swirling around her beautiful face. It was odd to see her red hair because in the future, she only had black hair.

"Nobody. Why are you here?"

"Didn't you here your mother's calls?"

His eyes widen. Did something happen to her? "She did? I must have blocked all calls. I need to be alone. Is she alright?"

"Yeah, she's fine. We are having a family meeting." Wyatt groaned, he hated those while growing up. "Hey, watch that attitude mister and meet me back at the Manor." His aunt Paige ordered before orbing back.

Wyatt smiled, some things never change. "Yes, ma'am," He said before orbing away.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short and I'm sorry! But how did you like Chris's dream?

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