A/N: It was like 11pm and I was just about to give up on physic's revision for the night and had a little inspiration! As you guys may notice, this is a Chris-centred fiction, also a future fic and kinda from his point of view! Oh by the way this is the Chris we all know and love's past, so keep in mind, Wyatt is going evil, and Leo is a lousy father.

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Chapter 2 – The Difference

Everything that was your world just came down.

Blurred shapes and distant sounds met Chris as he slowly regained consciousness. He was confused, unsure of where he was, or what was going on. The dull sensation of pain spread through his body.

"You're safe now." Whispered a soft voice that to Chris sounded like an angel.

His vision cleared slightly and he could make out a feminine figure looming over him. Chris forced himself to a sitting position, but when he looked for his rescuer, she was gone.

Then the memories came crashing in and Chris felt sick to the stomach...they were dead...his mother, his aunts...dead.

Taking in his surroundings he found himself lying outside his front door. Chris took in a pained breath and forced himself to his feet, the heartache tearing through him as he stumbled through the door, only to collapse in the hallway, from a mixture of pain and grief.

"Chris...Chris is that you?" Called Wyatt as he rushed down the stairs.

"Chris?" Wyatt asked panicked as he saw his brother's bloody form sprawled out in the hall.

Wyatt quickly rushed to his side and went to heal him but Chris pushed his hands away. He didn't feel like he deserved it, they had tried to save him, because of him...it was his fault...

"Chris what's going on? Where's mom, Phoebe and Paige?" Chris' heart sank further at the mention of their names, how could he tell Wyatt? Saying it out loud would make it final; they would really be...dead.

"I just got home and found this note from mom, saying they had gone to get you. I didn't know where they'd gone, I can't sense them, Chris what happened?" Wyatt stretched his hand out, trying to heal his brother again, only to have it slapped away by Chris.

Chris felt like there was this hollow inside of him, a hollow that threatened to swallow him whole.

"They're...they're...d-dead!" Chris whispered as tears slid down his face.

Wyatt backed away, utter shock apparent all over his face. "No...no..."

"We were in the underworld...outnumbered..." Chris managed to say, raw pain burning in the back of his throat.

"No, they can't be..." Wyatt stammered, then he orbed out.

Chris knew he was going to find them, to see for himself, but all he was going to find was their bodies...god they were really dead.

He felt sick, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be real...but he could see their broken bodies, vivid in his mind...

Chris grabbed the closest thing near him, which happened to be a small table and threw it across the room where it smashed, spraying splinters across the hall, letting out a yell of frustration he collapsed on the floor.

When Chris came around he found himself on the living room couch, now healed from his injuries...but still left with this black hole inside him where his mother and aunts had been.

"He's awake."

Chris pushed himself into a sitting position, and met eyes with his father. Leo's expression was sombre, his grief coming off him in waves. Wyatt was pacing behind him, his face void of any emotion. Victor was sitting in the chair opposite Chris; he also seemed to be barely keeping it together.

Chris felt all of their eyes on him, feeling claustrophobic he rushed from the room.

"Chris wait." Leo called, running after his son.

"Leave me alone!" Chris shouted slamming his bedroom door shut, but Leo just orbed in the room.

"Chris I know it hurts..." Leo began.

"You don't know anything!" Chris spat angrily.

"I lost them too."

Chris held his head in his hands. "They were trying to save me...they died because of me...she died because of me."

"It wasn't your fault!" Leo said sternly, taking a step towards Chris, who in turn took a step back. "I understand ho..."

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU UNDERSTAND!" Chris yelled. "YOU WEREN'T THERE, YOU WEREN'T FORCED TO WATCH!"

Fury pulsed through Chris, he needed to hit something, break something, anything. He grabbed the lamp throwing it at the wall, then he grabbed the chair, that crashed into his desk, barely missing Leo.

"Chris you need to calm down..."

"CALM DOWN?" Chris demanded who was barely containing himself from attacking his father. "THEY'RE DEAD!"

How dare he tell him to calm down, how dare he tell him to do anything. A father he barely knew, whom he saw for a couple of hours a month, who did he think he was?

"Leave me alone." Chris sneered, but Leo remained still.

"I said GET OUT!" Chris screamed, yanking his TV from the socket and throwing it at Leo, who barely orbed out in time.

Chris' white-hot anger continued to surge through him, as he stood there in the midst of the debris that was what was left of his room. He was forcing himself to breathe, as it was like his body had suddenly forgotten how. He still couldn't get the image of his dead mother and aunts out of his mind.

After what seemed hours to Chris, a soft knock came at his door. Chris turned, half expecting to see his mother appear, but when he saw the saddened face of his grandpa, he inwardly cursed himself, of course she wouldn't come, she was dead.

"How're you holding up?" His voice was thick and eyes were red and puffy.

Chris stared at Victor, unable to say anything. Victor was the only one that really understood him, after his mother and aunts of course, he always knew what to say to make him feel better, but his grandpa's mere presence brought no comfort today.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. Victor sat down beside him, placing an arm around Chris' shoulders.

Together they sat in silence, both unable to voice their pain, their grief.

Victor had left after Chris had fallen asleep, or at least he thought Chris was asleep. Once alone Chris began to shove clothes into a bag, looking around for anything he might need.

The pain of being himself was unbearable, he couldn't stand it, he wanted out, no he needed out.

He orbed up to the attic and grabbed a handful of potions and threw them in his bag,

"Chris what are you doing?" Chris spun round and found Wyatt standing in the doorway.

Wyatt saw Chris' bag and finally understood. "Are you leaving?"

Chris met Wyatt's eyes, then turned back to the potion cupboard, stuffing some more in his bag. Then he finally found the one he was looking for.

"Chris?" Wyatt asked again.

"I can't...I can't stay." Chris said, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"So you're just going to leave?"

"They're dead!"

"Yeah, exactly. They're dead, they're gone and running away isn't going to change that!" Wyatt shot back.

Chris glared at his brother; Wyatt was acting like he didn't care. Didn't he feel this ache inside; it hurt to talk, to think, to breathe. They were dead, his whole world gone, but Wyatt looked like it was just another day.

Chris swallowed the potion, then let the vial drop, smashing on the floor.

"Don't look for me!" Chris said, then he orbed out before Wyatt could say another thing.