A/N—thanks for all the wonderful reviews, guys!! I'm touched!

Random insane person--chew chew mmm, cookie...YUMMY...glad you like it!! can I have another cookie now?? I like chocolate chips hint hint lol.

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I will respond to other reviews in the chapters to come, but I have to leave for an "obligation" (cough cough—I hate the dentist!!), and this was all I could respond to in the alleged time I was given if I wanted to update.

Okay, enough of my blah-blah-ing. You want the story, right?

Disclaimer: I didn't put one in the last chapter cuz I "forgot" (no, honestly, I "did"!) but here it is now: I DON'T OWN DREW FULLER, SARAH CARTON DOES! grrr upon her SOUL...oh yeah, and I don't own Charmed...not that that matters...all I really want is Drew...um, okay, you all have to pretend you didn't hear me say that or the evil men in white suits will come back!! (lol, j/k....HOPEFULLY...MWAHAHAH!!)

"Chris, do you know what you've done wrong?" Wyatt asked, walking in a circle around the ground where Chris was bound.

"No," he moaned, clutching at his side, "I didn't do...anything wrong..."

"Oh, really? Think about it, Chris; your aunts and grandpa and cousin are dead, just because you wouldn't join me. It's all your fault that they died."

"No...YOU killed them..." Chris coughed up blood and managed to sit up, facing Wyatt. "Why?"

"I wouldn't have had to kill them if you hadn't stopped from joining me!" Wyatt exclaimed, anger rising. "Why can't you see what we could do? Haven't you ever thought about it? Together, we could shape the world in any way we wanted to. We'd be kings, gods! People would worship the ground we walked on!"

Chris ignored him, blocking out his voice. Wyatt was right, it was his fault. Joining Wyatt might've been for the best...He gritted his teeth in fury. No, it wasn't right. Wyatt was wrong.

"Let Leo go," he demanded.

Wyatt cackled. "Eventually, I will," he whispered, "but until then..." He threw an energy ball at Chris' stomach. "...I'd like to see you pay the consequences for your rash actions."

Chris bit back his tongue to keep from screaming in agony; he wouldn't let Wyatt have the satisfaction of knowing he was in immeasurable pain. After a moment or two, he gasped for breath, eyes shut tight, and repeated: "Let Leo go."

Yet another energy ball met his side and he collided into the wall from the impact. "Wyatt..." he begged. "Don't..."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Wyatt barked.

"Chris!"

Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a tall figure running towards the two of them. "Orb, get out of here!"

He recognized the voice...it was Victor! But wasn't he dead? Chris didn't have time for a reunion, though—it was clear that Wyatt wouldn't tolerate either of their presences in his lair for long. "I can't..." he tried to explain weakly.

"Victor," said Wyatt coldly, "get the hell out of her, this is none of your business!"

"Wyatt, he's your little brother! He's only fourteen! Stop—"

There was a banging noise and Chris assumed that Wyatt telekinetically threw him at the wall beside him. He was alive; that much Chris knew by the sound of his breathing. Maybe there was hope of escape.

"What do you say, Chris? Join me..." he created another much larger energy ball. "...or Victor and Leo bite the dust."

A hand squeezed Chris'. "Don't listen to him, Chris, you're better than him. Hold on, we can get out of here. Just try, try to orb..."

Chris nodded, concentrating again...but nothing happened.

"I've got a plan," Victor whispered once it was clear that they weren't getting anywhere anytime soon. "Play along."

Chris felt a hand on his neck as if checking for a pulse. "Wyatt—you've killed him!" he exclaimed.

"What!?" Wyatt nearly shrieked. "I can't have," he insisted, running over to them. "Chris, say something—Chris!"

Chris would've grinned at the reaction but he remembered that he was supposed to be dead, so he remained still. But now he really couldn't breath, really couldn't see...what was happening? He felt like he was floating, numb to the pain, as if somebody had turned the "off" switch to his misery.

Wyatt was shaking him. "Damn it, he's dead..." he was moaning.

The voices were distant but Wyatt's voice demanding Leo's release was clear, cutting through the fog of his dazed state.

The last words he heard were "Don't die, please don't die..." before he lost all consciousness.

Okay, I know—short chappie. I'll try to make 'em longer, but I'm busy with my other stories, too...