Chris wished that he could beat her, but he couldn't stand to hurt Prue. She was his cousin, and she was one of the two cousins that were still alive. Other than that, he had no relation except an evil brother who was trying to kill him. It was hard enough just to out the atheme in her leg, so he knew he couldn't kill her.
"Prue, you need to stop this." Phoebe tried again. "Wyatt has tricked you. Chris didn't kill me and he never would. Please."
Prue simply starred at her as if she was the dumbest person she had ever seen. "Wyatt, lie? No. He would never do that to me. He loves me to much."
"We have to stop her." Paige muttered to Piper.
"Don't you think I know that? We should try a spell." Piper pointed out.
"What do you think I've been doing this entire time? Watching? I've been making up spells and saying them all this time and non of them have been working." She watched as Phoebe stalled her daughter, keeping her talking so Prue would not see them talking. "We should just orb out."
"Then she will just follow. That wouldn't do any good, and Chris is in no condition to orb." Piper told her sister.
"Then do we kill her?" Paige asked, hoping the answer was no, but that was all she could think of to do.
"Phoebe wouldn't be able to stand it and neither would Chris. It would be to hard on the both of them." Piper was doing nothing but thinking about how killing Prue would effect everyone. It would make everyone feel terrible and Chris wouldn't be able to stand seeing another family member die. Phoebe wouldn't be able to see her own daughter die, even if she hadn't really given birth to her yet.
"What other options do we have?" Paige asked, getting impatient. Prue obviously was getting tired of talking.
"I don't know!" Piper yelled in a whisper.
"I've just realized how great you are at shooting down good ideas."
"You think that killing her is a good idea?!"
"Is this to point? No, it's not. Let's get on with trying to find out a way to get rid of chuckie over there."
Prue held out both hands and sent electricity through all of the girls. She didn't use it like she had been using it on Chris. She used it like real electricity, sending it through their entire bodies. She had been using it like energy balls on Chris, causing more injuries. With this, she would be able to knock them out and cause little damage. She could go around killing her mother now could she?
The girls fell to the ground and Prue turned to Chris. Now it was open to kill him. No more distractions, nothing else to stop her.
You have to kill her! Or she will kill you! A voice in the back of Chris's head told him.
But she is just a toy of Wyatt's. It's not her fault. Another voice said. Before he knew it, the two voices were fighting. To kill or not to kill, that had become the question.
"Prue," he tried. Maybe she would listen to a voice of reason. But if she didn't listen to her own mother, why would she listen to Chris? "I didn't kill Phoebe. I loved her."
"Tricks. All tricks. You lie. Wyatt said that you always lie." Prue said, advancing.
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe he is the one lying?" Chris said, earning him another bolt of electricity. Not the time to be smart.
"I don't care what you say." She lifted her hand and pointed it at him, preparing to give the final blow. "I know the truth."
Chris flicked his wrist and flew the dead body of future Peyden on Prue, knocking her to the ground with the bloody body on top of the girl. Prue gave a screech of fear and quickly scrambled out from beneath the body. Her cute lace dress was now stained red, blood on her face and in her hair. She looked at the body and gave a small whimper. Prue hadn't felt the real pain until now, and now it was washing over her like waves. Peyden was gone, gone for good. Who would take care of her now? There was always Wyatt, but he was always so busy. What would she do?
Kill her! The voice said. Shes distracted she wont see it coming! The other voice said that maybe she was realizing her mistakes and she would be better now. God Chris hated having voices that told him what to do in his head. Yes it was only himself talking to himself in his head, but still, it sucked all the same.
"Prue?" he asked, the better side of him winning.
"She...she...shes dead." Prue squeaked.
"Prue, it was an accident. No one meant for this to happen." Chris tried the voice of reason again. "Do you understand that?"
Prue shook her head, still starring at the body. "But she was just following orders."
"See what happens when you follow Wyatt's orders." Chris stated. "He doesn't have very good ideas all the time." Maybe that wasn't the thing to say at the time, but it didn't matter. He wasn't even sure that Prue was listening. "Are you done with your little killing spree?"
Once again Prue shook her head. "No," she responded half out of it. "She always told me to get revenge."
Shes not done yet? "Yeah, but revenge isn't always the best thing."
"No, it's always the right thing." She finally tore her eyes away from the body. "But you didn't kill her, Chris. That other lady did. The past Peyden." Prue said. "Shes the one that needs to pay."
Chris wanted to ask why she wasn't still pissed about the whole he murdered her mother thing. But he decided that would be a bad idea. He may have been bad at using his head, but he wasn't stupid. She was probably consumed by the pain she felt now that that was all she couldn't think about anything else.
"You mean I get to kill two people from the future today?" Past Peyden asked. She had been sitting on the sidelines the whole time, watching with amusement to see this happen. It was just like super powered wrestling. "That would be so cool." She got up from her sitting place on the Wall and made her way over to Prue. "You could be fun to kill."
Prue was still young, so it wasn't like she knew some cocky remark to say, so she simply starred with her cold eyes. Eyes that would make a normal person run away screaming. But not a demon. Demons had seen worse than cold eyes.
"Silent. I like that. Screaming is fun, but it starts to hurt the ears, ya know?" Peyden was trying to scare the girl, but it wasn't working that well. Prue had seen as much as Peyden so she was hard to scare.
Chris didn't want this to happen. Everything was going downhill. This plan had been perfect, but no, Peyden had to go and screw it up. Now Little Prue would die. There was no way she could take Peyden. There was nothing that he could do. Breathing was hard enough, trying to stop a fight to the death was damn near impossible.
Chris was looking on, listening but soon their words could be heard as if they were far away. Then he couldn't hear at all. Something was very wrong. His body was going numb and everything seemed to spin. Terrific, he was gonna pass out.
Prue made a wild lunge for Peyden but she simply grabbed the small girl by the throat and slammed her head into the ground. Prue weakly got up, blood gushing from a wound on the head. Peyden easily puts her hand to Prue's face and killed her the same way she did future Peyden.
"That was easy enough." She said, looking at the charred body. "I was expecting a challenge, but I guess she was just a kid." She looked at Chris who was beginning to zone in and out.
"Aw, was all this a little to much for little Chris?" Peyden chuckled and walked over to him. Chris didn't even see her. He was locked in his mind and didn't know what was going on around him. He had been hit by way to many bolts of electricity.
Peyden contemplated weather or not she should kill him, and in the end, decided that she had had her fun for the day. She merely teleported away.
Chris awoke so the sun shinning brightly in his face. He took a moment to remember what had happened the day before and where he was. He had tried to make a plan work; it failed miserably and ultimately ended in the death of his little cousin. He was lying on the couch, hearing his mother busy herself in the kitchen. He listened when he heard the sound of orbs.
"How is he?" Chris heard Leo ask.
"Not awake yet, but you healed him so I'm sure he's fine." Piper told her ex-husband.
"Too bad. I was hoping to get some answers out of him."
"Wait, Leo. Theres something you need to know."
Chris let his head drop back down into the couch pillow. Great, now mom was going to tell Leo everything. Won't that be a load of fun.
Chris looked at the pictures that were framed. One was of Phoebe, her super model smile and looking happy and beautiful as always. The words of Litte Prue saying that he had killed her mother came into Chris's mind.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Phoebe." He muttered, starring at the picture. Memories flashed into his mind.
"Mom is dead!" fourteen year old Chris cried to his older brother.
"Don't you think I know that?" Wyatt smirked. "After all, I did order the demons to do it." Wyatt orbed away. After that, Wyatt began to try and get Chris to turn evil and go on his side. He knew that the only way to do that was to get him to murder someone. The guilt would consume him. Wyatt knew his younger brother would feel terrible about it and, in time, he would become like Wyatt.
"Go ahead, Chris." Wyatt taunted. "With one flick of the wrists, it will all be over. I won't even put my shield up." Wyatt stood in the manor, his back against a wall with his brother a few feet away from him. "You know you want to. Just kill me."
"No! Chris, don't!" his Aunt Phoebe cried. She ran in front of Wyatt. "Don't do this."
"Why now? Think of all the good you'll be doing, Chris. Avenge mom's death, save thousands of innocent from being killed. You'd be helping the world." Wyatt taunted.
"No, Chris. If you do, the you'll be just like him."
"No he won't. You'll be doing it for good."
"It's wrong! You may not feel bad about killing your mother, but Chris has a soul and I won't let you take that away from him!"
"Don't let her stop you, Chris! You know it's the right thing! Think of the people you'll save! Do it!"
"No, don't you can't turn into him. It's not how Piper would want things."
"Screw Piper! She's dead! What does she matter?"
The two both screamed at Chris until he covered his ears to closed his eyes. They had to stop. They would stop when they saw he didn't like this. But he could still hear them.
"Do it! Think of those you will save!"
"Don't! Piper wouldn't want this!"
Chris had no idea what to do. He was a fourteen-year-old who had lost his mother not even a week ago. He was close to her and now she was gone. All he could think about was her. Now he had no idea what words were his and what words were theirs! They all swirled around until he felt sick. They needed to stop! He tried to tell them, but he couldn't search his mind.
"Do it!"
"Think of your mother!" He didn't want to kill Wyatt, but it would save the world. No, but yes, but no. He couldn't think! He wanted to scream shut up but it hurt. Everything hurt. His soul, his heart, his mind and his body. He was only fourteen! He didn't want this! It was all Wyatt's fault. Wyatt needed to pay. But that's not how he was raised!
"Do it!"
"Don't do it!" the words circled around and around until Chris didn't even know what he was doing anymore.
"Do it!" were the last words he heard. Chris involuntarily flicked his wrists and everything went silent. His eyes were still closed tight so he couldn't see. What broke the silence was Wyatt's insane laughter. Finally Chris had to look, and what he saw, he didn't like. His Aunt Phoebe lying on the floor, a hole in her chest from the blast. He had killed her.
"I could always make you do anything, Chris. Always." With that, Wyatt orbed out, still laughing. Chris fell to his knees.
No, he didn't kill her. How could he? He didn't even mean to do it! Oh god. He felt sick and he threw up, then collapsed.
"They don't need to know that." Chris said, still staring at the picture. "They will never need to know that."
A/N: Good? Bad? What? All my faithful reviewers seemed to have left! Tell me if you don't really understand the ending. I'm in a rush to get this done (as always) but I tried my best to make it good. Review!!!
