This Changes Everything
Summary:
It's the new future where things are better. Wyatt isn't evil. The Charmed Ones aren't dead. Magic isn't exposed to the world. Things are all fine and dandy, right? Wrong. At least for fourteen-year old Chris Halliwell. Wyatt is being pampered like a little prince while Chris stands in the backround. It's all about Wyatt. And then there is always being compared to the "Great Chris" who had changed the future for the better. What happens when all of this along with a few new things pushes Chris over the edge?
Disclaimer: Charmed is not mine. It belongs to a whole bunch of people with a lot of money who I don't feel like naming.
A/N: Sorry for spelling and grammar errors. I'm not the best at English.
Chapter 6
A week had passed since the incident of the Charmed Ones getting kidnapped, Wyatt almost being evil, Garyhan's plan being put into action, and the seed of doubt being planted into Chris' soul.
It nagged him constantly. Everything that his family did, the voice spoke out. If Piper bought Wyatt a new pair of clothes and Chris had received nothing, the voice would speak. If Leo took Wyatt "Up There", the voice would speak.
But Chris fought it. Or, at least he did with all his might before. Now, the voice was slowly overcoming his mind. He felt more pain at everything that his parents did. He was slowly starting to agree with the voice. He didn't fight as hard anymore. Every time the voice spoke, he found himself agreeing more and more.
Chris thought that this was his way of knowing that his family didn't love him was true, but little did he know that something demonic was going on....
Garyhan stood in front of the demonic council again. He smiled as he held up his arms. "Welcome to this meeting!"he exclaimed. "I was told that some of you had questions for me!"
One demon called out,"When will the boy turn?"
"We are tired of waiting!"cried out another voice.
"We want to control the world!"yelled yet another voice.
Garyhan smiled again, waiting for the questions to die down. After the room was completely silent, he spoke again. "I would give it another week to two weeks."
"Why?"asked a female voice.
Garyhan grinned widely. "I would've given it two months, but I keep a constant watch on him. It seems that he already had doubt inside of him about his family's love. Herbsen's Doubt Seed just made the doubt grow bigger. Constantly, his eyes cloud over with anger. With his powers and his anger towards his family, demons will be on top!"
There was some shouted agreement.
Garyhan spoke aloud. "With the strongest being in the Halliwell line since Melinda Warren herself,"he declared,"victory shall be ours!"
Chris walked into the Manor, his body aching and his breath a bit short. Today had been a gruesome soccer practice, and Chris was glad that it was the weekend tomorrow. Also, he was extremely happy that there was no game tomorrow.
Chris slowly walked up to his room, seeing that his parents were ignoring his presence. They were listenting excitedly to Wyatt who was telling them about how he had gotten two A's on two of his tests.
How dare they! exclaimed the voice. They completely ignore your presence and listen to Wyatt's stupid stories. It's you that they should care about.
Yeah, Chris agreed mentally. They should.
As Chris entered his room and closed the door, a golden light filled the room. He closed his eyes and sighed in relief. His healing power had finally come into play. All his aches and bruises had disappeared.
Wyatt came into the room. "Just wanted to tell you that in an hour, Phoebe and the rest of us are going to watch some movies bro. Mom wants you down there."
"Alright,"Chris agreed.
Wyatt left the room while Chris sat on his bed. He then decided to go spend some time up in the attic, maybe even look at the other Chris' clothes.
A few minutes later, Chris was in the attic, looking around. He saw the big box and made his way over to it. Chris then opened it tenderly. He liked to look at the clothes for some odd reason. Whenever he did, he got an odd sort of calming feeling inside of him. And with all that had been going on, Chris needed it now more than ever.
As soon as Chris touched the first shirt, he went into a trance.
"I know you have it!"roared a voice.
A twenty-two year old Chris turned around. "Have what?"he asked.
"Excalibur!" shrieked his older brother.
Chris smirked. It was very amusing to see his evil brother throwing a major temper tantrum. "I don't know what you are talking about,"he replied casually. "Why did you bring me here? I was doing my own business."
Wyatt's eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets. He stepped towards Chris, raising his hand. "I want Excalibur!"he shouted. He swung his hand madly at Chris, sending him towards the wall of his expensive home.
Chris chuckled before orbing out.
Wyatt stood there for a few moments in rage. He then summoned his demon minions. "Get my brother and Excalibur!"he yelled wildly.
Chris now stood on the Golden Gate Bridge. "I have to hurry,"he said to himself. He walked over to one of the pillars and said two words. His hand glowed as he reached into the pillar. Chris' hand then came back out, now holding Excalibur.
"This thing has caused a lot of pain,"Chris said aloud to nobody. "It's time for it to disappear from this time period."
Chris muttered the same two words again and put the sword back into the pillar of the bridge. He then chanted a spell.
"Sword of ancient kings,
that has caused so much pain,
be gone from this world of hurtful things,
until I from another time call forth for this again."
Chris grinned with satisfaction as an odd sound buzzed in his head.
"Master Wyatt wishes to speak with you as well as get his sword,"said a voice from behind Chris.
Chris turned around to see a horde of demons. "Unfortunately,"he answered,"Master Wyatt won't be getting what he wants." Chris orbed away.
Chris came out of his trance. He was breathing rather quickly and sweat was all over his face.
"Hey kiddo are you alright?"
Chris jumped five feet into the air. He turned around to see the smiling face of Paige. "You scared me Aunt Paige."
Paige grinned. "That was my job kiddo,"she replied. "Anyways, Phoebe came earlier than usual, so we're going to start the movies now."
Chris nodded. "Alright."
Chris started to walk with his aunt.
"So why were you up here anyways?"Paige asked, tilting her head sideways.
Chris shrugged. "I felt like looking at his stuff."
"Oh."
Chris' arm suddenly touched his aunt's bracelette. He was thrown into another trance.
"Come on Paige,"said a voice from behind her,"take one."
A twenty-year old Paige turned around. She was facing her friend with long black hair who was holding a joint. "No thanks,"she said,"I gave up on those when my parents died."
Her friend sighed. "That's why you need one. You need to relax."
"Nah,"Paige repeated. "I heard that those things can kill you."
"They don't,"Sarah assured her friend. "I've had these things for three years and nothing is killing me." She put the joint into her mouth and inhaled the smoke.
Paige rolled her eyes. "I'm going to go redo my make-up in the bathroom. I have classes in an hour."
"I'll be waiting!"called Sarah's voice.
Paige shook her head. She shared a dorm with her best friend at college, and was surprised that Sarah still was in school.
A few minutes later, she walked back into the room, immediately knowing that something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it until she spotted what was wrong.
Sarah was on her bed, not breathing. The joint was harmlessly on the floor.
Paige felt her breath go short. She had no idea what to do. Not wanting to get into trouble, Paige bolted out of the room.
Chris was breathing hard again when he was brought out of the preminition. Paige was looking at him. "Is something wrong?"she asked.
"What's your darkest secret?"Chris blurted out, realizing something.
Paige's face grew horrified. "Why?"she choked out.
Chris shrugged. "It's just that I can't help but feel guilty not telling Vince what I am."
Paige sighed in relief. "I know that it's hard honey,"she said,"but you can't tell him. He'll hate you for it."
Chris nodded. "Alright,"he said, walking with her down the stairs. He had figured something out. He had another new power. He could see a person's deepest secret. First, he saw the other Chris' deepest secret of where he hid Excalibur. Then he saw Paige's secret when she ran out after her friend had died from an overdose of drugs. It was only two people so far, but he wondered how many more visions he would see.
"There you two are!"Piper exclaimed happily. "Leo's going to here in a few seconds, so we can get started."
"I'm going to go get some juice,"Chris declared, walking into the kitchen. Chris filled up the glass with some good old OJ and walked back into the living room.
A set of orbs appeared right in front of Chris as he made his way towards the couch. He bumped into his father, sending him into another vision. The glass of juice dropped to the ground.
Leo turned around to look at his youngest son. "Watch it!"he exclaimed angrily, but Chris wasn't listening.
Piper and Leo were sitting on their bed. A year old Chris was sleeping in his crib.
"I don't get why you are saying this,"said Piper. "I can't favor one of my babies over the other."
Leo sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. "Think about it Piper,"he replied,"Wyatt is much stronger than Chris. If Wyatt would feel threatened, he could use his powers to do something evil. We don't want that to happen. Chris fought for a better future. And by paying attention all to Wyatt, that won't happen."
Piper sighed. "But what about Chris?"she asked.
Leo waved his hand in immediate dismissal of the question. "He'll be fine. It's not like he could use his powers against us. He'll still love us no matter what. So what if Wyatt gets more attention?"
Piper sighed again. "Fine,"she agreed rather reluctantly.
The two parents didn't seem to notice baby Chris send something floating in the air.
Chris came out of his trance.
"What was that for?"Leo asked again, even angrier.
Chris waved his hand, sending Leo crashing into the wall. "Get away from me!"he shouted shrilly.
Nobody seemed to notice the raging storm that had just appeared out of no where.
A/N: I hope that I get some more reviews for this......