Disclaimer: Drew!!!!!!!! Why haven't you called me yet? Did I make you mad? I'm sorry, baby!! Call me!

A/N: Shout-out to Nice Hobbitses for beta-ing the rest of my story! Thanks so much! So… ummm… a bit of a problem. I leave for band camp Sunday. This is chapter five out of eleven. I have two days to post seven more chapters after this one. Or… you all can wait for a week until I get back and get the rest then. What do you all think?

Chapter Five

Chris was extremely puzzled. Why did the journal say the year 2020? This was the year 2013. Why was there a journal with his name on it from seven years in the future that he could in no way have written?

Curious and confused, he began to read the entry, skipping over the words he didn't know.

He keeps getting worse. He found the hideout. They're all dead. I don't think he's ever going to stop.

Bianca doesn't know why he won't stop, either. After all, he got what he wanted! He's killed everybody he ever loved, shacked up with all the demons imaginable, destroyed the entire town, and is dictator of the world! Isn't that enough for him? It should be, but instead, he has to kill everyone still in existence that doesn't follow him!

He's going to find us eventually. My powers are weakening with each day. If he were to show up right now, I don't think I could fight him off. Our food supply is low. There isn't any good water anymore. Worst of all, the Book is in his hands. He owns everything.

I'm starting to wonder if maybe someday I can go back. Maybe I can stop this from ever happening.

Chris was thoroughly baffled. What's S-H-A-C-K-E-D? Why would this guy need a bunch of houses with demons? Then, he heard someone coming up the first set of stairs.

"Chris? Chris, are you done in there yet?" It was Wyatt. Chris quickly focused and locked the bathroom door. Then, in an act of pure genius, he TK orbed a whoopee cushion into the bathroom and pushed.

Disgusted, Wyatt stomped back downstairs. Chris grinned in spite of himself and, not wanting to risk anything else, telekinetically moved the box back in its place. He left the attic and dropped the journal off under his mattress before he headed back out to play.