Chapter 8

As Chris stood looking over to where the beach used to be that he and his brother frequented as children, his mind stared to wonder. He could remember all the picnics that he and his family had there, before everything went to hell. Smiling at the memories he thought back to the day he fell when his roller blades slid out from underneath him. Wyatt was the first one to reach him. Stroking the boys' hair he kept whispering, you're ok Chris, you're ok. He continued reasurring the child as he helped him to his feet and walked him over to their mother. Wyatt had even stayed by his side, holding his hand, while their mother tended to the scrape. There were so many great family moments lived out here, he thought. But then the harsh reality hit him like a ton of bricks. The beach now looked like a recently demolitioned build with small patches of sand showing through the debris. Not only was their special place ruined, but their mother and aunts were gone as well. He wished that he could say the same about his father, at least then he could still love and respect the man. But in the end he had joined forces with Wyatt and is currently keeping watch for him up in Elderland, making sure that none of the Elders would try to conspire against his oldest child. Chris's thoughts came to a screeching halt when out of nowhere the beach turned back to it's original state, showing clean sand perfectly line by a crystal clear ocean. Then he heard a voice call out to him "Hello little brother" he spun around to come face to face with Wyatt.

Chris didn't know if he wanted to run in the other direction or into his brother's arms. After all it had been six long months since he's seen his hero, or used to be hero. Unable to control himself he ran into his brother's arms. He missed him so much, that it hurt. Wyatt was the only family he had left and he loved him despite what he had become. He buried his face deep into his brothers' shoulder inhaling his cologne trying to make sure that he never forgot the scent. This move took Wyatt by surprise but that didn't stop him from returning his brothers' embrace. "I've missed you too" he said with a hint of laughter in his voice. Regaining his composure, Chris backed away averting his eyes trying to think of something to say, while his brother looked him over not liking what he saw at all. The boy was thinner then usual; his clothes were falling off of him not to mention the fact that they were dirty. Immediately he summoned clothing from the boys' closet, startling Chris. Looking down at the bags and then back to his brother "Thanks, Dad" which made both boys laugh.

"So" the younger Halliwell began "How have you been?" "Besides worrying about my stubborn little brother who refuses to come home, I'm fine" Wyatt continued "Aside from the obvious, how have you been? Chris stood there trying not to look at Wyatt while shuffling his feet trying to fight the urge to take his brother's hand and go home. "I'm ok. I would be even better if my brother would stop killing people and killing innocent children." He really wished that Wyatt would say ok and end this whole thing, but he knew that it was not likely to happen. "Sorry to disappoint you brother, but that's not going to happen, not as long as they're trying to kill me." Slightly nodding his head with some understanding Chris asked "So how's she doing" knowing this question would bring a smile to his brother's face. He always seem to soften whenever Autumn was brought up, he was the same way when it came to Amber. "She's perfect, as always. You know she misses you as much as I do Chris. And I heard that you yourself have made a new friend." Chris nodded his head for a second time. "Yeah her name is Amber. You would love her Wy, she's the greatest. It's almost like what you and Autumn have." Wyatt found this school boy side of his brother very amusing, so much so he started to laugh a little. He stopped when he looked up and saw a "Dude don't start" look on Chris's face. It was at that time he chose to speak up again. "Why don't you just stop all this madness and come back home? Your room is the same as you left it, he said as he walked over and put an arm around the boys' shoulder. I didn't let anyone go near it. I'll even forgive you for your betrayal, if you promise to never turn your back on me again." Chris didn't know what to do. He knew that his brother had to be stopped but maybe if he had him back he would change. Maybe he could use Wyatt's love for him to get him to give it all up before someone in the Alliance kills him. "OK, I'll come home." His brother's face lit up, he never saw Wyatt so happy, that was until he spoke again. "I'm come back, only if you give up control only if you give it all up" Wyatt now wore a scowl; he knew that this wasn't going to play out well at all.

Wyatt could not believe what he was hearing. How could Chris ask this of him? Doesn't he know that they would be in more danger if he gave up his position of Lord? The boys and the women that they love would have to spend the rest of their lives fighting off demons. "NO Chris, I won't do it. Now you can come with me willingly or I'll find some other way to force you back. Have you suddenly forgotten everything I've been telling you for the last two years? Do you want us all dead?" Listening to him kind of made Chris feel bad, his brother had spent years taking care of him and now he's turning his back on him and valuing the lives of others over his. Then images of the torture that Wyatt's demons inflicted upon countless people just so they would see things his way trumped any sympathy that he had left for him. "Ok, fine, if you don't want to change that's fine, but I hope you do realize that I may have to kill you." Chris didn't realize what he was saying until the words were already out of his mouth. Wyatt's face told him all he needed, there was no going back now, his brother was fuming. "Damn you," he shouted while he clinched his fist tightly. "How dare you threaten me? Your own flesh and blood? For what, so you can save the people who are out to kill me? After all I've done for you this is how you repay me? How could you stab you only family member you have left in the back?" Then he locked eyes with his brother he could feel the anger and hatred rising and pulsing through his veins. Chris froze under Wyatt's ice cold stare. "Do you really think that you can beat me Christopher?" he spoke through his teeth. "You would have a better chance building a snowball in hell" at that point he formed an energy ball and threw it at Chris before he had the chance to dive out of the way. It hit the boy right in the chest as he crashed to the floor.

For a split second Wyatt grinned at the damage he had caused, but after walking over to the boy he remembered who he had just hurt. "Oh no, he said as he bent down to heal Chris. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" he just kept repeating over and over again. Once he opened his eyes and sat up, he fell backwards trying to get away from his older brother. Using the wall to push himself up Chris shook his head in disbelief over what just happened. "How could you?" "I always thought that no matter what you would never hurt me. I was going to apologize and go back to the underworld with you and see if we could work something out, but no, you're ruined any chance we have of ever reconciling." Wyatt continued to say how sorry he was, but the younger boy didn't want to hear anything he said. "And you know what, I know longer have a brother" with that Chris orbed out. A stunned and heart broken Wyatt could only whisper "Chris no, please come back." Then the fact that he had just lost the only other person besides Autumn that he loved. Sinking down to he knees he added "What have I done?"