A/N: I was in the wierd mood to write something really dark and moody and this just started coming. My muse gives me the wierdest inspirations sometimes. I'd tell you the setting but you can pretty figure it out if you read the fic. This is a one-shot because, well read it and you'll know why.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed but I do own the rain and the dirt and Chris! (hehe, I wish)

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Rain pours down on mourning crowd.

Umbrellas open, covering sad heads.

Nobody expected it to happen.

Things like this happen to other people.

Life had been so promising.

They had been so young.

They had deserved better in life.

Now nothing could help them.

Three lives taken, hundreds destroyed, thousands changed.

All because of him.

They would never come back.

They would forever lie under the ground.

They would never see the damage their deaths caused.

No, they would never know.

Chris looked down at the fresh graves, unbelieving that they were gone. All three of them. Here one moment, gone the next. They had fought so hard, but they were no match for his power.

Chris felt a hand fall on his shoulder and looked up. His heart dropped lower than it was already. He didn't want to face the man that had helped cause their deaths. That man fooled the entire world, making them all believe that he was mourning the loss of his wife and two sisters-in-law. But Chris knew. He knew that his father didn't heal them. He claimed he couldn't. What kind of whitelighter was he if he couldn't heal them?

Chris shrugged of the hand, and walked away a little distance. He missed them. All of them. He wanted them back so badly. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to speak, it hurt to blink, it hurt to feel his heart pump, it hurt to think, it hurt to move, it hurt to even stand there. Everything hurt.

Chris turned from the graves, walking away. He had to or he felt he was going to start crying all over again. He had been crying for the past three days and he wouldn't let himself any longer.

Chris's eyes met the person's who was responsible for their deaths. Hate was suddenly there. And he couldn't shake it. His brother stared back at Chris, almost daring him to say something. No one knew of what he did. Not even the boys' father. Only Chris, and his brother knew that he wasn't going to say anything. No one would believe him if he did. No one believed a word Chris said.

Chris kept walking, tearing his eyes away from his brother's. Tears stung his eyes and he let them fall mixing with the rain water already drenching his face. It had been three days since they died, and already Chris was thinking of a way to change it. There had to be a way. There just had to be. Chris wouldn't let him get away with it so easily. No, he would pay.

Chris felt a cool hand slip into his and glanced at who it was. He gave her a small smile, his first in days and squeezed her hand slightly. She returned the smile and the squeeze, reassuring him that she would always be there. She would help him in his fight to bring justice to their names. Chris turned and stared straight ahead, Bianca leaning into his arm slightly.

Chris stopped walking and turned back to face the crowd. Bianca, confused, did the same as well. Then he spoke, it was low and hard to hear but she caught every word.

"I swear to God I'll stop you, Wyatt. You won't be let off that easily. I swear I'll kill you."

Chris turned and kept walking. He would stop Wyatt. He had too. It was his destiny. It was his legacy.

Bianca looked over her shoulder, glancing at the one giant headstone once again.

Here lies Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.

Sisters

Mothers

Wives

Friends

Charmed Ones

May their legacy live on

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