Chapter 6
The future.
"You really think you're gonna get far huh Wyatt?" Chris asked. It had been several hours before they came to get Chris again. He now stood in front of his older brother alone in an empty room.
"Christopher, I've already won to begin with. You, Isabelle, and all those who are trying to fight me are really just annoyances to me. When will you learn that it's not about good and evil? It's about power, Chris."
"No, you're wrong. Mom and Dad didn't raise us to believe that. Look at what they fought for every single day! They protected the innocent! You persecute them! That's the difference Wyatt!" he shouted.
"Is that what you think?" Wyatt answered with a smirk.
"It's what I know, the people out there, they don't respect you! They fear you! They're afraid of what you'll do to them, to their families! To our family." he replied trailing off.
"Our family didn't have to die, Chris. It was their fault, for opposing me."
"Is that what you told Izzy when you killed her father right in front of her?" Chris spat back. "You knew how close they were!"
"Enough!" Wyatt grew tired of the same old argument, "If I can't make you accept it fine, I'll just have to use some other way to get through to you."
"Why don't you just kill me? Like you did everyone else! I'll never turn! I'll never become like you!"
"Christopher" Wyatt answered clearly amused, "if I wanted to kill you and Isabelle, I would've done so long before now. Why do you think you two are the only members of our family left now?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Wyatt smiled as he walked over to a cabinet. He pulled open the two doors and took out Excalibur. He held it in his hands remembering what his instructor, Morian, had told him. "Just think of all the power you could have, good and evil doesn't matter anymore. Power and will, the will to dominate all. Imagine what you could have with the two most powerful members of your family and Excalibur at your side." It was unfortunate that Wyatt had to kill his other 3 cousins, Prudence, Patricia, and Penelope, Paige's daughters. However, they, unlike Isabelle and Chris, were not necessary for achieving ultimate power and they refused to support him. He did what he had to do. Finally looking back at Chris, Wyatt answered, "I think it's time you met my right hand man, Chris. Of course I had hoped that one day you would take his place, and perhaps you still can. Maybe he can get through to you."
The present
Isabelle was so torn right now, she wanted to tell them, she felt like she had to tell them, but she couldn't get Chris's voice out of her head. 'They can't know what happens to Wyatt.' He repeated in her mind again. She felt like she couldn't do this alone; she knew she couldn't do this alone. Before she had always had Chris with her, or her father, but Wyatt had taken both of them away from her. The little girl inside her wanted so badly to run downstairs into her daddy's arms and just cry and cry. That was the one place she had ever felt safest in her life. After her mother had died, her dad was there for her. Isabelle still hadn't let her grief out about her father's death, even though it had happened months beforehand. She couldn't let it out then, and she wouldn't. She hoped she never would have too knowing what Chris was trying to do.
She sighed, right now it didn't look like Chris would be able to do it, not if she didn't get to him and soon. "I'm sorry." She replied, "I can't..and I won't tell you. Please don't ask me too. Phoebe didn't get that premonition to let me know it was ok for me to tell you what happens. She got it so you all could know who I am. And right now, I need to get to Chris. Any help you can give me is much appreciated because you're right, I can't do this alone," after a few moments she continued, "but please don't call me Izzy, it's too hard." During her time in the prisons, Isabelle had grown much stronger then even she realized. There was a reason Chris hadn't told them who he really was, and Isabelle wasn't about to let them know either. Chris wouldn't want that. Isabelle knew what she had to do. She just didn't know how to do it, but she had too none the less.
Finally Phoebe joined them in the attic. She looked very shaken. "Phoebe, what's wrong?" Paige asked at seeing her face.
"Jason, I just told him."
"How did he take it?" Piper asked.
"I'm guessing by the look on her face not well." Paige answered.
Isabelle looked back at the book, while everyone else concentrated on Phoebe. She didn't really care how that went since she already knew what happened. Sighing in frustration, she slammed the book shut. "Dammit! There isn't anything there, at least not yet anyways." She mumbled that last part to herself, but that first part didn't escape the ears of the Charmed Ones.
"Huh?" Phoebe asked, unsure of what had been going on up here while she had been talking to Jason.
"The book, there's nothing in the book that can help me." Isabelle answered.
"Well...don't worry about it for now. We'll find something. But right now, you look like you need some rest." Piper said.
"No rest for the weary." She said.
"But there is rest for my daughter," Phoebe said. Isabelle was about to protest when Phoebe cut her off, "ah-you should listen to your mother. No arguments."
Piper smiled, "Motherhood at its best, come on you can sleep in my room. We'll keep looking for a way to get to Chris."
The future.
"You really think you're gonna get far huh Wyatt?" Chris asked. It had been several hours before they came to get Chris again. He now stood in front of his older brother alone in an empty room.
"Christopher, I've already won to begin with. You, Isabelle, and all those who are trying to fight me are really just annoyances to me. When will you learn that it's not about good and evil? It's about power, Chris."
"No, you're wrong. Mom and Dad didn't raise us to believe that. Look at what they fought for every single day! They protected the innocent! You persecute them! That's the difference Wyatt!" he shouted.
"Is that what you think?" Wyatt answered with a smirk.
"It's what I know, the people out there, they don't respect you! They fear you! They're afraid of what you'll do to them, to their families! To our family." he replied trailing off.
"Our family didn't have to die, Chris. It was their fault, for opposing me."
"Is that what you told Izzy when you killed her father right in front of her?" Chris spat back. "You knew how close they were!"
"Enough!" Wyatt grew tired of the same old argument, "If I can't make you accept it fine, I'll just have to use some other way to get through to you."
"Why don't you just kill me? Like you did everyone else! I'll never turn! I'll never become like you!"
"Christopher" Wyatt answered clearly amused, "if I wanted to kill you and Isabelle, I would've done so long before now. Why do you think you two are the only members of our family left now?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Wyatt smiled as he walked over to a cabinet. He pulled open the two doors and took out Excalibur. He held it in his hands remembering what his instructor, Morian, had told him. "Just think of all the power you could have, good and evil doesn't matter anymore. Power and will, the will to dominate all. Imagine what you could have with the two most powerful members of your family and Excalibur at your side." It was unfortunate that Wyatt had to kill his other 3 cousins, Prudence, Patricia, and Penelope, Paige's daughters. However, they, unlike Isabelle and Chris, were not necessary for achieving ultimate power and they refused to support him. He did what he had to do. Finally looking back at Chris, Wyatt answered, "I think it's time you met my right hand man, Chris. Of course I had hoped that one day you would take his place, and perhaps you still can. Maybe he can get through to you."
The present
Isabelle was so torn right now, she wanted to tell them, she felt like she had to tell them, but she couldn't get Chris's voice out of her head. 'They can't know what happens to Wyatt.' He repeated in her mind again. She felt like she couldn't do this alone; she knew she couldn't do this alone. Before she had always had Chris with her, or her father, but Wyatt had taken both of them away from her. The little girl inside her wanted so badly to run downstairs into her daddy's arms and just cry and cry. That was the one place she had ever felt safest in her life. After her mother had died, her dad was there for her. Isabelle still hadn't let her grief out about her father's death, even though it had happened months beforehand. She couldn't let it out then, and she wouldn't. She hoped she never would have too knowing what Chris was trying to do.
She sighed, right now it didn't look like Chris would be able to do it, not if she didn't get to him and soon. "I'm sorry." She replied, "I can't..and I won't tell you. Please don't ask me too. Phoebe didn't get that premonition to let me know it was ok for me to tell you what happens. She got it so you all could know who I am. And right now, I need to get to Chris. Any help you can give me is much appreciated because you're right, I can't do this alone," after a few moments she continued, "but please don't call me Izzy, it's too hard." During her time in the prisons, Isabelle had grown much stronger then even she realized. There was a reason Chris hadn't told them who he really was, and Isabelle wasn't about to let them know either. Chris wouldn't want that. Isabelle knew what she had to do. She just didn't know how to do it, but she had too none the less.
Finally Phoebe joined them in the attic. She looked very shaken. "Phoebe, what's wrong?" Paige asked at seeing her face.
"Jason, I just told him."
"How did he take it?" Piper asked.
"I'm guessing by the look on her face not well." Paige answered.
Isabelle looked back at the book, while everyone else concentrated on Phoebe. She didn't really care how that went since she already knew what happened. Sighing in frustration, she slammed the book shut. "Dammit! There isn't anything there, at least not yet anyways." She mumbled that last part to herself, but that first part didn't escape the ears of the Charmed Ones.
"Huh?" Phoebe asked, unsure of what had been going on up here while she had been talking to Jason.
"The book, there's nothing in the book that can help me." Isabelle answered.
"Well...don't worry about it for now. We'll find something. But right now, you look like you need some rest." Piper said.
"No rest for the weary." She said.
"But there is rest for my daughter," Phoebe said. Isabelle was about to protest when Phoebe cut her off, "ah-you should listen to your mother. No arguments."
Piper smiled, "Motherhood at its best, come on you can sleep in my room. We'll keep looking for a way to get to Chris."