Said it before and I'll say it again now; all I own is the stinking plot. And that itself is getting VERY twisted on paper so we'll see how it comes up on here....
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A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone,
The memory was now like the picture was then,
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again...
Family. Wyatt Halliwell hated that word more than any other in the English language. To him it epitomized weakness, restriction; the 'twice blessed' would not be held back by anyone. To make his point he eliminated them, every last witch in the Warren bloodline and his uncles for good measure. Every single Halliwell was gone bar one, his baby brother; Christopher.
His little brother was the bane of his existence he, like the rest of the family told him that he was an evil son of a bitch, but it didn't matter, they were brothers, which meant when those words came from his little brother they occasionally stung.
For some stupid reason no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't kill the brat, every time he came close he'd screw up and the kid would end up living. (Which when you think about it, was kind of ironic, seeing as he'd slaughtered thousands of people, including family and here he was, unable to kill an eighteen year old boy.)
There was something different about his little brother, he still believed in Wyatt. Just a little bit. After all the things he'd done to that boy, on the rare occasion when that boy's guard slipped his emotions revealed the fact that he still had hope that Wyatt could change; become 'good'. That aside from the fact that he wouldn't damn well die, pissed Wyatt off to no extent.
"GOD DAMN YOU CHRISTOPHER HALLIWELL!"
Wyatt yelled in frustration as he slammed his tightly clenched fist down on the desk so hard that everything on it rattled. The nineteen year old growled in frustration, the nympholepsy surrounding his little brother was consuming him, tormenting him.
Chris would be his, whether he liked it or not, they would stand united, and rule over the world he was creating. Chris would learn his lesson, Wyatt would see to that, make him see things his way. His little brother's life was in his hands now, Chris would bend to his will forced or willingly he would do what he was told. Wyatt wasn't interested in giving Christopher a choice.
(A/N. I know it's a little short but I'll try with the next one to make it a little longer, I PROMISE!!!! Any hints as to what I should do next, would be greatly appreciated 'cause I'm just a little stuck....)