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Chapter 8

"I'm worried about him, Piper," Leo said as they entered the kitchen. "Spazzing like that after remembering something… must have had a terrible childhood…"

Piper dropped her gaze to the floor. "When you went to see what the Elders wanted, he told me he was scared that he wouldn't be able to save Wyatt…"

Leo walked over and hugged Piper. "At least we're getting him to open up, so we'll know what to expect later on… and so he doesn't bottle up his emotions anymore."

The front door opened and Phoebe came walking into the kitchen. "Hey lovebirds," Phoebe joked as she walked by the still-embraced Piper and Leo. Piper did her trademark laughing glare at Phoebe. "So what's new with the future life of big Chris?"

"He's had a terrible life… he keeps crying after going through memories…" Piper trailed off. "We were trying to think of some way to help him."

"He's afraid he'll fail at saving Wyatt," Leo added.

"He even showed us a memory of his… my death…" Piper sighed. Phoebe stepped up to Piper, placed a hand on Piper's shoulder, and was thrown into a premonition.

"Lets hope Phoebe can help," Leo murmured as he and Piper watched Phoebe in a premonition.

After a minute, Phoebe's eyes opened. They were wet with forming tears. "Poor Chris!" she practically shouted. She rushed into the living room and gave him a hug, Leo and Piper following.

"Umm, hi?" Chris said uncertainly of Phoebe's reaction as she squeezed him tightly.

"Err… Phoebe kinda saw my death through a premonition," Piper filled him in. Chris 'oh'ed. Phoebe straightened and calmed herself.

"Paige!" Phoebe yelled at the ceiling. Paige orbed in, a couple bags in her hands. "Family meeting."

Leo, Piper, and Chris immediately began to fill Paige and Phoebe in on all the details.

Paige nodded. "So… what are we going to do?"

"Not sure yet," Piper replied. She looked over to Chris, who had fallen asleep on the couch. She motioned to her sisters and Leo to look at Chris, and they all smiled.

In dreamland, Chris fell headfirst into another memory.

Enter Chris' Memory

Chris, 14, wandered pointlessly around the Halliwell Manor. He walked into his bedroom, the old closet nursery, and closed the door. A few minutes later, Phoebe knocked on the door. She walked in.

"Hey, Chris," she smiled. Chris cocked his head. She was not acting like herself. Immediately, Phoebe morphed into Wyatt.

"Hello, Wyatt," Chris muttered. "I didn't fall for it."

"You did for a minute," Wyatt mused.

"What do you want, Wyatt?" Chris asked.

"You know why I'm here, Christopher. You almost spilled to Aunt Phoebe today. That's unacceptable." Wyatt flicked his wrist and Chris floated in the air, clawing at the invisible telekinetic hands squeezing his neck. "You don't tell anyone about any of this, remember?" He tightened his grip on Chris. After a minute of struggling, Wyatt let go and Chris fell back onto his bed, panting and rubbing his neck.

"Are we clear?" Wyatt asked.

"I hate you," Chris spat. "I hate you. I'll stop you."

Wyatt laughed. "You, stop ME? Ha, nobody can stop me. It's too late."

"I'll find a way," Chris sneered. Wyatt grinned at his younger brother's spunkiness.

"I've taught you well, no? You can try all you want to avenge Mum's death, but you know what the outcome will be. It's too late for that bitch. The only thing she ever did good for us was have us." Wyatt stepped closer to Chris. "Christopher, if you would just stop fighting and join me, we could have the whole world, all to ourselves! We're the most powerful beings made. Join forces, and the world is ours. As brothers."

Chris glared at Wyatt. "I'll never join evil."

"Petty Chris. You think your resistance is cute. It's futile. Even as we speak, my minions are killing off the remaining good witches. You'll never win. Now, just join me, and everything will be okay." Wyatt held out his hand to Chris.

Time seemed to stand still. Wyatt had always been Chris' best friend, closer than a brother. They had been through everything together. Chris still could not believe that Wyatt had chose evil over the good that all their ancestors had fought to preserve in the Halliwell line.

"Never," Chris spat. "NEVER!"

"Fine!" Wyatt spat back, his rage growing. He flicked his wrist, and before Chris could react, he was telekinetically flung out the bedroom window. He soared through the air, landing with a sickening crunch on the pavement below. Chris lay unconscious on the driveway.

Exit Chris' Memory

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