Chris had completely zoned out during Wyatt's beating. Wyatt had
tried everything to snap him back to reality, even spells, but Chris simply
starred into space. When Wyatt got bored, he walked out of the room and
Chris immediately came back with that same smile.
Piper was now sitting on the ground with her back against the wall. She had taken up a new hobby of simply staring at her son. Son. The word seemed to echo in her mind. How could Chris be her son? Wouldn't he have said something to her or her sisters? It would have made things much easier on him. Maybe no one would have believed him at first, but they would have believed him eventually.
How could she have not noticed the most obvious thing? He looked almost exactly like her! Why hadn't anyone noticed that? It now jumped out at her. And she was happy that he looked like her. Wyatt looked like his father, Leo. Was Leo Chris's father as well? He must be. Wyatt said he was. That must mean that Piper and Leo get back together. But how? He had his Elder duties that could not be ignored. Like they could have even one night together. So many questions that didn't seem even close to getting answered.
Chris seemed to be thinking, and soon enough he began to mutter words. A spell? It had to be. Now that Wyatt wasn't around, he could try to escape. But what spell would be small enough for no one to notice?
At first, nothing happened. "Come on." Chris urged himself. He said the words, whispering them, and his tone was faster now. He was getting desperate. Piper couldn't blame him. The last thing anyone would want is to be tortured, and his wrists were now red from the shackles holding him. His wrists were now hurting from holding up his body for what had to be hours now. Blood was even dripping down now.
Finally, it worked. Chris put both of his feet flat on the wall. He finished the spell and began to walk up the wall. Soon, he was upside down, starring down at his shackles. Piper couldn't help but laugh. She had never seen anyone levitating upside down before. This may not have been the right time to laugh, but it did look funny.
Chris squinted and the shackles flew forward. He tired again and again until frustration took over and he started to pull and struggle with them, wishing that they would come lose and he could get free.
"You can't get free that way," Wyatt said as he walked into the room. Chris's head shot up in shock to hear another voice. The shock also took away his concentration and Chris fell forward. His head crashed into the wall with a loud crack. The sudden weight caused his wrists to feel as though they were about to fall off at any moment and now his head gave way to a headache that felt worse then any hangover.
"And you know it." Wyatt finished, closing the door.
"It was worth a shot." Chris said. Talking did not help. He couldn't see straight and he realized what the loud crack must mean. Blood was now pooling in the back of his head. It would be a slow and painful death, yes, but at least it wouldn't be a death at the hands of his own brother.
"That has always been your problem, Chris. You never know when to simply give up, even what you know you don't have a chance." He walked closer to Chris, who tried his best to focus, even though his sight was getting worse.
Wyatt placed his hand on his brother's head and the familiar golden glow came. Chris's sight returned and his headache stopped. He brought back his hand and the two brothers stared into each other's eyes. Wyatt's eyes held a bit of humanity and compassion for his brother, while Chris either didn't notice, or didn't care. His eyes held pure hatred.
But Piper saw the humanity and it brought her spirits up. Her baby wasn't as bad as he acted after all! And she saw behind Chris's trick to seem tougher and meaner than what he wanted to be right now. He wanted his brother to be good, and he could not hate his brother. But he could not start feeling sorry, he had to stay strong, and get away with his life.
"Well, I never was as good as you, now was I?" Chris said with bitterness.
Wyatt got outraged and he began shouting. "Why can't you just join me? Do you think I like doing this to you? Do you?"
"Why not? Nothing is stopping you anymore! Not mom, not dad, and not good!" Chris spat back.
"When will you learn? Good and evil are just words! They don't mean anything!" Wyatt wanted his brother on his side, and he couldn't understand why Chris couldn't see the way things were! He was prepared to do anything for his brother to be on his side.
"Maybe good and evil don't, but right and wrong do! And right now, you're going back on everything you have ever been taught which is wrong! At least I was strong enough to say no to wrong!"
"You shouldn't be thinking about right and wrong right now! You should be thinking about you're life! Prue's life! All of you're friend's lives!"
"They will all understand! They would understand if they would die, or if I would die! But they would never understand me joining you, never!"
"And what if they would die? What would you do then?" Wyatt said, no longer yelling. Simply saying it like it was a fact.
"What did you do to them?" Chris asked, more anger and power rising in his voice.
"Nothing...yet. You see, I can send thousands of demons down to their little hid out, and kill them all! Who would help you? Who would save you?"
Chris glared. Wyatt would kill anyone to get his brother on his side. They had been close, and maybe Wyatt wanted to keep that connection, but Chris wanted a good brother. Not an evil one.
"They wont care." He said simply.
"But what about little Prue? She is barley one year old! How will she understand? Are you ready to sacrifice her?"
"Are you ready to kill her?" Wyatt looked as though he had been smacked. He wasn't ready to kill his cousin. Chris saw this as his opening. "Are you ready to order another family member dead? Grandpa, Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe, Dad, Mom! Can you stand that?"
Piper stared at her oldest son. He...ordered that many deaths? Of his own family? How could he!? How could he kill the ones that had raised him? He really was evil.
Wyatt seemed to snap back to his evil self. No longer did he look desperate for his brother's company, pity for him, or for his family. He became evil once again, with walls to keep words out.
"You think I care? Oh well. If threats of death wont get you with me, then maybe pain will." He gave the evil smirk and reached into the packet of his leather pants.
"Leather pants? How can that be comfortable?" Piper asked herself. "Not the point." She said shaking her head. How did that thought even come into her head?
Wyatt pulled out a six-inch knife. A beautiful black handle and a perfectly clean blade. Even in the dark dampness of this room it seemed to shine.
Chris stared at it. "How many people have died by that one?" he asked.
"It's one of my favorites," Wyatt informed him. "I think you can see why." He walked closer and Chris lifted his legs. His wrists were forced to endure more twisting, more weight, pulling and more blood. He pulled on his other wounds, causing them to bleed more as well. But Chris got past that and kicked his brother in the chest.
Wyatt stumbled back but did not fall. His shock was obvious. At first he looked at Chris as if he didn't understand, but then his expression changed to him thinking: Must kill: He held out the hand that was not holding the knife and Chris's legs flew down to the wall and became locked there. Wyatt then charged and dug the knife right below the wrist.
Chris flew his head into the wall again, and closed his eyes tightly. He took a sharp breath and waited for the pain to stop.
"Never touch me." Wyatt hissed and quickly pulled the knife out. Blood now stained the once perfect knife. "Hmm...still no screaming." He said to himself.
"Nope," Chris replied, breathing heavily. "I already told you," he paused to recollect his breath and to push the pain into the back of his mind. The stinging, horrible, pulsing, pain that now seemed to engulf his arm and move throughout his body. He shook his head. No, don't think about it. "I don't scream for bastards."
"Really? We'll just have to see about that." Wyatt held the knife as if he were about to peal an apple with it; with his thumb on the dull side. He placed the blade gently on Chris's stomach. Chris tried to kick him back but his legs still would not work. Wyatt smiled, knowing what his brother was trying to do.
He slowly dug the knife into Chris's skin, slid it up a bit and took off one inch of bloody skin. Wyatt threw the thin sliver of flesh on the floor.
"There is a lot of skin to take off, Chris. And plenty of demons would love to eat the flesh of the son of a Charmed One." He said evilly.
That pain had been unbearable. He had been stabbed and hit by plenty of energy balls, but never had he had his flesh cut off his skin. Chris wanted to scream, but he couldn't give Wyatt that pleasure. He couldn't!
"Burn in hell!" he screamed.
Wyatt simply chuckled. "You're a Wiccan, you don't believe in hell." He dug the knife back in and took off another inch.
"Shit!" Chris screamed.
Piper starred in pure horror. Her eyes were wide, and she didn't think she was breathing. Hell, she wasn't even thinking! All that was there, was the sight of her baby boy cutting his younger brother! The baby that she had just held the day before. The one that she had had such hope for. How could this happen?
"How could you do this?!" she screamed. Talking had broken her. She had to cry. She cried with Chris who had the nerve to stay quiet, but not to cry. Having skin cut off was too much for the both of them.
Wyatt didn't have any humanity left. What she had seen in his eyes before had been a lie. He had simply acted like he cared to break Chris. It hadn't worked on him, but it did on her, which made this hurt even more.
"Please stop." Piper begged. "Please."
A/N: Hello! Okay, it has been forever! I know! Some people are probably mad at me, and for that I am sorry! But here it is! Now, the next chapter will be the last. I know, it's sad. lol. But I am terrible at things that are to long. Now, I am thinking that maybe a sequel is in order. I'm not sure though, so, e-mail me at angelofshadows5hotmail.com (I know it's stupid, but work with my people! I was young when I made it) if you think I should, and give me tips on what you want to see happen. Because I write to cure my boredom, and to make the people happy! So, whatever you think should go on, inform me! Unless you think I shouldn't have a sequel, then you don't have to. It would be nice though. Since it's almost done, review! If you haven't, then do so now! Please? TY! And I know I haven't said it before. So I will say it now, ty to all who have reviewed!
Piper was now sitting on the ground with her back against the wall. She had taken up a new hobby of simply staring at her son. Son. The word seemed to echo in her mind. How could Chris be her son? Wouldn't he have said something to her or her sisters? It would have made things much easier on him. Maybe no one would have believed him at first, but they would have believed him eventually.
How could she have not noticed the most obvious thing? He looked almost exactly like her! Why hadn't anyone noticed that? It now jumped out at her. And she was happy that he looked like her. Wyatt looked like his father, Leo. Was Leo Chris's father as well? He must be. Wyatt said he was. That must mean that Piper and Leo get back together. But how? He had his Elder duties that could not be ignored. Like they could have even one night together. So many questions that didn't seem even close to getting answered.
Chris seemed to be thinking, and soon enough he began to mutter words. A spell? It had to be. Now that Wyatt wasn't around, he could try to escape. But what spell would be small enough for no one to notice?
At first, nothing happened. "Come on." Chris urged himself. He said the words, whispering them, and his tone was faster now. He was getting desperate. Piper couldn't blame him. The last thing anyone would want is to be tortured, and his wrists were now red from the shackles holding him. His wrists were now hurting from holding up his body for what had to be hours now. Blood was even dripping down now.
Finally, it worked. Chris put both of his feet flat on the wall. He finished the spell and began to walk up the wall. Soon, he was upside down, starring down at his shackles. Piper couldn't help but laugh. She had never seen anyone levitating upside down before. This may not have been the right time to laugh, but it did look funny.
Chris squinted and the shackles flew forward. He tired again and again until frustration took over and he started to pull and struggle with them, wishing that they would come lose and he could get free.
"You can't get free that way," Wyatt said as he walked into the room. Chris's head shot up in shock to hear another voice. The shock also took away his concentration and Chris fell forward. His head crashed into the wall with a loud crack. The sudden weight caused his wrists to feel as though they were about to fall off at any moment and now his head gave way to a headache that felt worse then any hangover.
"And you know it." Wyatt finished, closing the door.
"It was worth a shot." Chris said. Talking did not help. He couldn't see straight and he realized what the loud crack must mean. Blood was now pooling in the back of his head. It would be a slow and painful death, yes, but at least it wouldn't be a death at the hands of his own brother.
"That has always been your problem, Chris. You never know when to simply give up, even what you know you don't have a chance." He walked closer to Chris, who tried his best to focus, even though his sight was getting worse.
Wyatt placed his hand on his brother's head and the familiar golden glow came. Chris's sight returned and his headache stopped. He brought back his hand and the two brothers stared into each other's eyes. Wyatt's eyes held a bit of humanity and compassion for his brother, while Chris either didn't notice, or didn't care. His eyes held pure hatred.
But Piper saw the humanity and it brought her spirits up. Her baby wasn't as bad as he acted after all! And she saw behind Chris's trick to seem tougher and meaner than what he wanted to be right now. He wanted his brother to be good, and he could not hate his brother. But he could not start feeling sorry, he had to stay strong, and get away with his life.
"Well, I never was as good as you, now was I?" Chris said with bitterness.
Wyatt got outraged and he began shouting. "Why can't you just join me? Do you think I like doing this to you? Do you?"
"Why not? Nothing is stopping you anymore! Not mom, not dad, and not good!" Chris spat back.
"When will you learn? Good and evil are just words! They don't mean anything!" Wyatt wanted his brother on his side, and he couldn't understand why Chris couldn't see the way things were! He was prepared to do anything for his brother to be on his side.
"Maybe good and evil don't, but right and wrong do! And right now, you're going back on everything you have ever been taught which is wrong! At least I was strong enough to say no to wrong!"
"You shouldn't be thinking about right and wrong right now! You should be thinking about you're life! Prue's life! All of you're friend's lives!"
"They will all understand! They would understand if they would die, or if I would die! But they would never understand me joining you, never!"
"And what if they would die? What would you do then?" Wyatt said, no longer yelling. Simply saying it like it was a fact.
"What did you do to them?" Chris asked, more anger and power rising in his voice.
"Nothing...yet. You see, I can send thousands of demons down to their little hid out, and kill them all! Who would help you? Who would save you?"
Chris glared. Wyatt would kill anyone to get his brother on his side. They had been close, and maybe Wyatt wanted to keep that connection, but Chris wanted a good brother. Not an evil one.
"They wont care." He said simply.
"But what about little Prue? She is barley one year old! How will she understand? Are you ready to sacrifice her?"
"Are you ready to kill her?" Wyatt looked as though he had been smacked. He wasn't ready to kill his cousin. Chris saw this as his opening. "Are you ready to order another family member dead? Grandpa, Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe, Dad, Mom! Can you stand that?"
Piper stared at her oldest son. He...ordered that many deaths? Of his own family? How could he!? How could he kill the ones that had raised him? He really was evil.
Wyatt seemed to snap back to his evil self. No longer did he look desperate for his brother's company, pity for him, or for his family. He became evil once again, with walls to keep words out.
"You think I care? Oh well. If threats of death wont get you with me, then maybe pain will." He gave the evil smirk and reached into the packet of his leather pants.
"Leather pants? How can that be comfortable?" Piper asked herself. "Not the point." She said shaking her head. How did that thought even come into her head?
Wyatt pulled out a six-inch knife. A beautiful black handle and a perfectly clean blade. Even in the dark dampness of this room it seemed to shine.
Chris stared at it. "How many people have died by that one?" he asked.
"It's one of my favorites," Wyatt informed him. "I think you can see why." He walked closer and Chris lifted his legs. His wrists were forced to endure more twisting, more weight, pulling and more blood. He pulled on his other wounds, causing them to bleed more as well. But Chris got past that and kicked his brother in the chest.
Wyatt stumbled back but did not fall. His shock was obvious. At first he looked at Chris as if he didn't understand, but then his expression changed to him thinking: Must kill: He held out the hand that was not holding the knife and Chris's legs flew down to the wall and became locked there. Wyatt then charged and dug the knife right below the wrist.
Chris flew his head into the wall again, and closed his eyes tightly. He took a sharp breath and waited for the pain to stop.
"Never touch me." Wyatt hissed and quickly pulled the knife out. Blood now stained the once perfect knife. "Hmm...still no screaming." He said to himself.
"Nope," Chris replied, breathing heavily. "I already told you," he paused to recollect his breath and to push the pain into the back of his mind. The stinging, horrible, pulsing, pain that now seemed to engulf his arm and move throughout his body. He shook his head. No, don't think about it. "I don't scream for bastards."
"Really? We'll just have to see about that." Wyatt held the knife as if he were about to peal an apple with it; with his thumb on the dull side. He placed the blade gently on Chris's stomach. Chris tried to kick him back but his legs still would not work. Wyatt smiled, knowing what his brother was trying to do.
He slowly dug the knife into Chris's skin, slid it up a bit and took off one inch of bloody skin. Wyatt threw the thin sliver of flesh on the floor.
"There is a lot of skin to take off, Chris. And plenty of demons would love to eat the flesh of the son of a Charmed One." He said evilly.
That pain had been unbearable. He had been stabbed and hit by plenty of energy balls, but never had he had his flesh cut off his skin. Chris wanted to scream, but he couldn't give Wyatt that pleasure. He couldn't!
"Burn in hell!" he screamed.
Wyatt simply chuckled. "You're a Wiccan, you don't believe in hell." He dug the knife back in and took off another inch.
"Shit!" Chris screamed.
Piper starred in pure horror. Her eyes were wide, and she didn't think she was breathing. Hell, she wasn't even thinking! All that was there, was the sight of her baby boy cutting his younger brother! The baby that she had just held the day before. The one that she had had such hope for. How could this happen?
"How could you do this?!" she screamed. Talking had broken her. She had to cry. She cried with Chris who had the nerve to stay quiet, but not to cry. Having skin cut off was too much for the both of them.
Wyatt didn't have any humanity left. What she had seen in his eyes before had been a lie. He had simply acted like he cared to break Chris. It hadn't worked on him, but it did on her, which made this hurt even more.
"Please stop." Piper begged. "Please."
A/N: Hello! Okay, it has been forever! I know! Some people are probably mad at me, and for that I am sorry! But here it is! Now, the next chapter will be the last. I know, it's sad. lol. But I am terrible at things that are to long. Now, I am thinking that maybe a sequel is in order. I'm not sure though, so, e-mail me at angelofshadows5hotmail.com (I know it's stupid, but work with my people! I was young when I made it) if you think I should, and give me tips on what you want to see happen. Because I write to cure my boredom, and to make the people happy! So, whatever you think should go on, inform me! Unless you think I shouldn't have a sequel, then you don't have to. It would be nice though. Since it's almost done, review! If you haven't, then do so now! Please? TY! And I know I haven't said it before. So I will say it now, ty to all who have reviewed!