Piper watched as the demons roughly handled the still unconscious Chris. She had suddenly appeared here, following the demons, but how she got there was not why she was shocked.

"I need to stop reading Wyatt fairy tales." Piper said, looking up at the castle that looked like the evil mans castle right out of any fairly tale. It had the black clouds and the castle seemed to reach the sky it was so big. It had the moat and the dark forest and the guards wandering everywhere.

The demons shimmered the rest of the way and Piper popped up in a cement room. The room was a decent size with a big wooden door and one window, letting in only a few rays of light. The light hit Chris who was not hanging by his wrists on chains with his shirt thrown to the floor.

Piper stepped in a small pool of water and she realized that this room even leaked in water when it rained. "Yeah, no more fairy tales." She repeated.

Chris slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room. When he realized where he was, he started struggling, trying his best to get free.

Wyatt laughed as he walked in. "Now you know you can't get free Little-"

"Don't you dare call me that!" Chris yelled.

Wyatt gave a smile to that. "Oh, does the baby not like being called names? Well, I wouldn't call that a bad name."

"Well I would." Chris glared into his older brother's cold eyes with pure hatred but no fear. Wyatt would fix that.

"Now, I'm sure you know what those wonderful chains around your wrists do, don't you? After all, you made them." He chuckled. "You made them special, just for me." Chris didn't respond. "Go on, enlighten me."

"Whoever is wearing them can't die. The person can bleed and feel pain, but not die. Not until they are taken off. The perfect torture weapon."

Piper couldn't believe that Chris would make 'the perfect torture weapon.' He wanted to kill a baby at one time, yes, but he still wasn't the type to torture. And he was so protective of Wyatt in her time, why would he want to torture someone that he tried to hard to keep safe?

"But there is one thing that can kill the person wearing those." Wyatt snapped his fingers and two demons come in, holding one of Chris's friends between them.

"Chris! Help me!" he called out, fighting to free himself but couldn't get away from his captures strong grip. The demons pass him over to Wyatt who holds him as he calls out Chris's name for help.

"All you do is," he held up his hand, formed an energy ball and held it to the boy's face.

"Ken! Leave him alone, Wyatt!" Chris said, his rage and sadness growing.

"But that wouldn't be any fun." Wyatt gave another smile.

"Wyatt! NO!" Piper yelled. She couldn't be heard. She could do nothing to stop this, but she had to try and stop her son from doing one of the things she fought against. Sadly, it didn't help.

"Chris!" he yelled once again, right before Wyatt released the energy ball. The body fell to the floor, blood gushing from the wound and his shoulders burnt from the heat of the blast. There was nothing left of the head, only blood spattered everywhere. Wyatt could only laugh as blood covered his face.

Tears ran down Piper's face as she watched her oldest son commit murder, for his own pleasure and to make Chris feel bad. Chris had done some things to piss her off, but all he ever wanted to do was help Wyatt. Why would Chris still want to save Wyatt when he had done so many terrible things to him? It didn't matter for now, that was the furthest thing from her mind. All she could see or even think about was her baby boy, killing.

"Ken!" Chris called through tears. Anger tears sad tears. So many emotions that ran together, making how he felt confusing.

"Oh, another death you're responsible for, little brother. If only you could have helped me sooner, maybe all of those people would still be alive."

"Shut up! This is not my fault! It isn't my fault!" Chris yelled this, but he did not seem to believe it. He did blame himself for everything that was happening. If only he could have noticed his brother's evil earlier on. If only he had done something about it. When he finally realized, it was too late. His parents no longer trusted him and there was no going back for his big brother.

"What did you just call him?" Piper asked Wyatt, but mostly herself. "Little brother?" she repeated. "No, that can't be..." She was trapped in a memory but still wasn't technically there, she is watching her son kill and now learns that the boy from the future that she had treated like shit was now her second son. This was all too much to handle in one day.

"But you are. If only you could have saved me. If only you hadn't been a rebellious child than maybe our parents would have believed you. Or maybe, if you had been stronger, than you would be able to help me. Or maybe mom would still be alive right now if you could only heal."

As he spoke, Wyatt moved closer until he was right in front of Chris's face. He spoke with a smile and evil in his eyes as he watched his brother close his eyes tightly and turn his face away, trying to block out these horrible words. These were all of the things he believed and knew were true. It was his fault his brother was evil, and that his mother was dead. Hearing the brother he once trusted, loved, and looked up confirm his believes was simply too much. Tears could no longer be controlled. They ran freely down his face.

Piper watched, tears falling from her eyes. She watched the boy she loved tortured his younger brother, the boy she did not seem to love. It didn't matter who she loved, all that mattered was that this happened, or was going to happen, whatever.

"Aw, little baby has to cry. He can't be mature, he can't be a man." Wyatt walked away, his arms linked behind his back, his back facing Chris and he walked slowly. "I always was the stronger one, the more grown up one, the more loved one. The better one, if you will."

Chris got himself under control. "No, your just the one that can't stop talking for two seconds and loves to show off." He said. He knew he had no place to mouth off, but maybe if he got his brother pissed off, than he would kill him fast without meaning too.

Wyatt whipped around and threw another energy ball. It hit the wall and Chris didn't even bother to move. He didn't even flinch. He had no fear of a quick death. But Wyatt simply laughed.

"I know what your doing, dear brother. But it won't work. You see-"

"God! Just stop talking and get on with torturing me already!" Chris cut off. Wyatt suddenly appeared in front of him, his hand around Chris's neck, and Chris gasped for air.

"You will not speak while I am speaking! You understand!"

He released slowly and Chris gasped for a moment and then spoke. "You have no control over me." His voice reaching the power that sounded in Wyatt's. Wyatt had always spoken like he was higher than the rest of the world. Just the tone of his voice had enough pride to choke a horse. Chris didn't have very much self-esteem, so his voice was always quiet, less demanding, less powerful. But in the face of his brother, he raised it to show he had no fear.

Wyatt simply laughed. "How cute. You think your powerful? Think you even come close to my greatness? Well, your wrong! Our parents favored me because I was better! Just look at our dad."

"Your dad!" Chris spat. "I don't have a father."

"Well, you don't any more, that's for sure." He laughed again.

Chris rolled his eyes. "You love the sound of you're own voice, don't' you? After all, you never shut up. How hard is it to pick up a knife and kill me without talking?"

"Don't you ever get tired of saying that?"

"Don't you ever get tired of talking?"

Wyatt got a look of anger. "Fine, if you want to feel pain," he picked up a bow and some arrows, slid an arrow in and fired. It headed straight for Chris's head so he ducked out of the way. The arrow grazed the back of his head, causing a small cut to bleed.

"Is that all you can do?" Chris asked as he lifted his head. When he had his head lifted, he saw five more arrows on the way. One hit is leg, one in the shoulder and the other three in his stomach. He flinched and inhaled deeply; He refused to cry out in pain. Never would he give his brother such satisfaction.

Piper gasped. What was Wyatt doing? It was one thing to kill an innocent, but it was completely different to torture your own brother!

"Want more?" he slid another arrow into place.

"Yeah, a few arrows is a big deal." Chris said sarcastically.

Wyatt fired more and more. They landed all over Chris and he winced and inhaled sharply, but never screamed.

"Come on, Wyatt!" Chris would taunt, making his brother angry and simply shooting him more.

"Chris, stop taunting him!" Piper would cry out. Who would tell someone to continue hurting them? "Wyatt, stop hurting you're brother!" she tried he best to restore order, she would try to release Chris, knock the bow out of Wyatt's hands, but she would simply go right through. "No! Stop!" she would yell but would get no results. Finally she slid up against the wall with the realization that she could do nothing but watch this nightmare go on further.

Finally Wyatt stopped and looked at Chris who had arrows stickling out of him and blood streaming down.

"Done yet?" he asked in his usual 'kill me now' tone of voice.

"Arrows get boring after a while. I want to make you scream."

"Good luck."

Wyatt walked over and leaned his elbow against the wall beside Chris's head. He rested his head in the palm of his hand.

"I think I can get a scream out." He said as he grabbed an arrow, turned it and pulled it out. Chris threw his head against the wall, holding his eyes shut. A tear or two would come down, but never a scream. Some arrows were pulled out slowly, others quickly until they were all finally out and thrown on the ground.

"Oh, come one, Chrissy. Be fun."

Chris spat in his face. "Don't call me that."

Wyatt put his hand up and whipped the saliva off hid cheek. He looked at it, then up to Chris who smiled mockingly at his shocked look.

"You bastard!" his knuckles met with Chris's face, again and again. And Piper could only cry to see one son beat the other.