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 11

Chris sat in a chair in the Underworld. He didn't want to be down here, but up killing witches, especially his family. This was no fun, but the demons were right: he had to wait for things to die down.

A demon shimmered into the room. "Chris?"he asked tentatively.

Chris looked up from his boredom. "Yes?"he responded with a question.

"Your Aunt has appeared in the Underworld with another witch,"the demon replied.

Chris stood up. "Excellent,"he grinned, rubbing his hands. "That other witch will die. Tell no one of this!"

"Of course." The demon shimmered away, with the full intent of telling the Council of Demons.

Chris grinned even wider. "Some fun finally!"he exclaimed, sensing for his aunt. He then orbed away.

Chris and Paige had been walking in the Underworld for quite some time now when Chris stopped.

"Is something the matter?"Paige asked.

Chris shrugged. "I'll have to block Chris' sensing ability. He's not supposed to find us for at least another hour."

Paige's mouth formed an 'o' shape. "Alright,"she said.

Chris muttered a spell and a blue light went over Paige. "That's better,"he said. "Now let's orb away from here." Grabbing his aunt's hand, he orbed the two away.

The younger Chris had just orbed as Paige and the older Chris had orbed away. He frowned. "That sucks,"he muttered to himself.

Chris stood there for a few minutes. "That other presence is strong,"he muttered to himself. "Very strong. I will find him." He orbed away to play cat and mouse.

An hour later, Chris and Paige orbed into another spot. Chris looked around. "You'll have to stay right here,"he said.

"Why?"Paige asked bewilderly.

Chris shrugged. "Because he'll see you first. Then I step out and you'll see what happens next. Everything should go the way I remember it. It just makes things so much easier." Chris then strode into the shadows. It was so far that Paige couldn't even see him.

"So I'll have to wait,"Paige said loudly.

It seemed like forever, but in reality, the time that Paige waited was for ten minutes. Orbs alerted her to another presence.

"Hello Aunt Paige,"said the younger Chris. "I expected you here, but where is the other person?"

"Where you couldn't see him,"replied the older Chris, stepping out of the shadows.

"You,"gasped the smaller Chris. His eyes were widened in some expression that Paige couldn't tell, but the older Chris knew it all too well. It was the look of surprise and shock. He had of course, remembered the feeling of deja vu the first day back in the new future. It took him about two months to sort out everything out in his head.

"Me,"Chris confirmed.

Chris was amazed.His older self was standing there, right before him."So what are you here for?"he sneered.

"I just wanted to take a stroll in the park,"Chris chirped back.

It is awfully weird to be talking to your older self, Chris thought vaguely. He was wondering whether or not he should fight his other half. The evil side in him said yes, so Chris grinned. He waved his hand, hoping to send the older Chris flying.

Chris smiled. "I'm you remember?"he teased as he stood in the same spot. "I know your every single move and how to counter it."

Paige had stepped back. She had obviously sensed a fight, and didn't want to be a part of it. She just hoped that the older Chris would win.

"You're almost fully evil,"Chris muttered to himself. "Gotta act fast."

"You won't have enough time,"Chris taunted. He raised his hand, bringing Excalibur into it. He then moved and struck down.

The older Chris raised up his arm. What surprised everyone was that it wasn't just a regular hand, but his arm was made out of metal. "I know your every move,"Chris repeated again. His arm turned back to normal.

For a few minutes, the battle between the two Chrises raged on. The younger Chris was getting disperate. He wanted to kill his older self to get this over with. He wanted revenge on his family, but he had to focus on this right now. What surprised him the most was that the older Chris was showing some more new powers.

The older Chris had just reflected a fire attack. He then froze the ground, causing the younger Chris to jump back.

"Two can play at that game,"the younger Chris muttered. He send some ice at his older self.

The older Chris did the same.

For a few moments, the two shot ice at each other. When they both stopped, a big and hideous ice crystal tower came. The older Chris melted it. The battle moved onto water.

And so it went on. The younger Chris always moved onto a new power, but was very frustrated when the older Chris won.

The older Chris wanted the battle to finish. He had some other things to do. Raising his hand, he waved it towards the younger Chris. The younger Chris immediately felt calmer, as if a great evil had been lifted off of his back. He slumped to the ground.

Paige looked at the older Chris, a questioning look on her face. "A power,"he said in response.

The fourteen-year old Chris looked around in confusion. "Where am I?"he asked. Then everything came back to him. "I killed innocents. I'm an evil monster." He started to sob.

Paige rushed fowards and bent down. She grabbed him and started to hug him. "Shhh it's alright,"she whispered soothingly. "It'll all be alright."

Chris was so wrapped up in his grief and Paige wrapped up in comforting her depressed nephew that they didn't notice the older Chris orb away.

The Council of Demons sat at their proper seats at their small table in the cave. "So he went after his aunt and some unknown figure?"a demon asked the messanger.

The messanger nodded. "Of course. He didn't want me to tell you, but I knew that I should."

"Good job. Now leave."

The messanger demon shimmered out.

"Now I don't really see a problem in this,"one of the demons said.

"But what if they turn him good?"asked another.

"The seed that Herbsen planted can only be reversed by a power,"retorted the first demon. "A power to make a person good again. And that power hasn't been seen for at least a thousand years. I should know. I was there when a witch from the Halliwell line could use that power. The young boy should be as he is before he left."

The second demon sighed. "But what if somebody has developed that power?"he argued. "Wouldn't they use it on him?"

"No witch has that power in this time yet!"

"But in another time they do."

Everyone jumped around looking for the voice. In a corner, a man appeared.

"Who are you?"demanded a demon angrily. "How dare you come into a secret meeting?"

"Now it wouldn't be so secret since my younger self was just here,"replied the man. "And guess what? He's good now,"he taunted.

"But how?"

Chris laughed a bit. "That power you were talking about, I get it. And now, it's time for all of you to get vanquished for he needs some space for a few years." Raising up his hand, Chris transformed it into metal. He then disappeared in orbs. But instead of orbing to another place, the orbs raced towards the demons, with the metal hand sticking out. In a few seconds, all the demons were vanquished.

Chris reappeared, looking all normal again. He looked around before orbing away.

A/N: Just a little preview of his powers to come....... Also, I'm making a new future fic called The Mistakes We Make. Of course, it has to do with Chris. And like this story, Chris has great powers. I hope that you guys read it and review. Pretty please?