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 12

Piper, Leo, Phoebe, and Wyatt sat in the living room, watching a movie. They weren't really saying anything at all, just wondering if everything was alright. And that let the blame sink in on them. Piper and Leo thought about how terrible they were at parenting Chris and how it was Paige that he loved the most. Phoebe was thinking about how blinded she was. And Wyatt was thinking about how bad a brother he was, not noticing these things about Chris. They all felt that they had failed him.

When three sets of orbs came into the room, the family jumped up, hoping for the best. Both Chrises and Paige appeared. Piper and Phoebe immediately got up to hug the younger Chris, but he orbed away.

"He needs to be alone,"Paige explained quietly to the distressed family.

"I'll go talk to him,"the older Chris said. He orbed upstairs.

"He's just thinking that he's a monster,"Paige muttered quietly. "He did kill innocents after all."

"We want to help him!"Leo exclaimed.

But Paige shook her head slowly. "You won't be able to help,"she answered sadly. "It's because of what you done that caused this. He'll need time." She then shrugged and sat down on the couch.

Chris staggered around blindly in the attic. He had no idea where to go. In the house he felt like a stranger. A monster even. He finally sat down in the corner. "I'm an evil monster,"he whispered to himself.

"No you aren't."

Chris looked up to see his older self standing there. He bowed his head again without saying a word.

The older Chris sighed and sat down next to his younger self. "I know how you feel,"he said sympathetically.

"Do you?"Chris asked. He then blushed sheepishly. "I forgot, you're me."

"It's alright. But I do know how you feel. You feel like a freak, a monster, a disguisting person, and whatever else that's bad. But you aren't."

"Yes I am,"Chris whispered back quietly. "I killed twelve innocents! I have blood on my hands!"

"But everyone does."

"What do you mean?"Chris asked, looking up.

His older self shrugged. "You know what our family is. They try to protect innocents, but if they can't, that's like they killed them. That means that they have blood on their hands. Does that make them evil?"

"No,"Chris admitted quietly. He believed some of what the older Chris said, but he didn't want to. "But I killed people out of pleasure and fun! That makes me a monster!"

"No you aren't,"replied the other Chris gently. "You were misled by evil. One thing that you haven't learned that you must is that evil plays on the weak. I'm not saying that you are weak, on the contrary, you are powerful, very powerful, but at the moment you were weak. For all of your life, your parents haven't paid too much attention to you but instead treated Wyatt like royalty. You always felt saddened by this and a part of you wanted revenge. When that demon planted the seed in you, the need for revenge grew stronger as well as your jealousy. And the dream sent you over the top. You acted as how most people would. That doesn't make you evil. It makes you played by evil."

"But that doesn't make it right,"Chris muttered quietly.

"Not it doesn't,"his other self agreed. "You probably could've fought the feelings you had, but you had no idea what was happening inside of you. You had no idea that you were trying to be turned evil. You just went along with everything that felt right to you. It doesn't make you evil or a monster, but human. Even the greatest people are still human. You have to realize that this isn't your fault. It isn't."

Chris shrugged. "But I killed innocents!"he repeated.

"I know you did. I did the same, but I got over it and so will you." The older Chris stood up and started to pace around. "You have to understand Chris that you are powerful and demons want you on their side. They themselves are going to manipulate you and play you. Mom and the aunts have been played like that a few times. You have to realize that Chris. You aren't evil, just played and confused." Chris sighed. "You saw only two of some new powers that I have. That you will have. You are going to need to look past this and embrace it." He walked towards the door. "Besides, I had a worse life in another dimension."

Chris' eyes widened as he realized something. "It was you who sent me the dreams wasn't it?"he asked.

Chris nodded. "I did. I have two sets of memories because in a way I'm both Chrises: the one from the bad life and the one from the good. I didn't want myself to forget what I went through so I sent them back to you." He smiled. "Think of it this way, your life is a bit better than my previous one. Remember that and remember that no matter what you think, you aren't evil." With another reassuring smile, he left the attic, leaving his younger self to ponder his thoughts alone.

The older Chris walked down the stairs into the living room. Piper, who had heard the stairs creak, jumped up. "Is he alright?"she asked nervously.

Chris nodded. "I should think so,"he responded casually. "I had to talk to him, but he should be alright."

"How is he?"Leo asked nervously.

"He feels like he's a monster at the moment,"Chris replied. "Afterall, he, or should I say we, did kill twelve innocents for fun. But I talked to him."

"Shouldn't we go comfort him?"Piper asked anxiously.

Chris shook his head. "He has to figure things out for himself."

Piper looked at the ground. "Oh,"she muttered.

Chris shrugged as he sat on the couch. "He will eventually,"he reassured his family. "Though it may not be to your liking how he does it,"he muttered quietly under his breath. Nobody had heard him.

The younger Chris had spent most of the day up in the attic. Thankfully, nobody else than his older self had come to talk to him. His mom would probably cry and apologize while Leo would apologize without really meaning it. No matter what Leo said or did, Chris knew in his heart that he always felt more towards Wyatt. Phoebe would do the same as her mother and Wyatt would go on and on about how he was a bad brother. He didn't want that. He just wanted to be alone.

After his older self had spoken with him, a big battle started to rage inside of Chris. A small part of him wanted to believe the words of advice from his older self, but for the most part, he still felt like a monster.

"I am a monster,"Chris repeated to himself for the umpteenth time. His inner demons raged inside of him, constantly telling him that he was to blame for his actions. All Chris did was agree with them.

Chris stood up and looked out the window. He felt foreign now, like he didn't belong here. He wasn't good enough to live in the manor anymore. He wasn't good enough at all. Perhaps if he went back to the Underworld, he would feel alright.

Chris shook his head. He didn't want to go back there. In fact, he didn't know where he wanted to go. He just wanted to get away from the guilt and pain that he felt from the past day or so. But, he reminded himself mentally, it won't go away. It probably never will. Even though I act all fine in the future, it still probably haunts me.

A rustle came to Chris' ears. He turned around slowly to see the Book of Shadows. A non-existent wind sent a page fluttering gently until it settled down once more. Chris walked tentatively towards the family possession. He made to touch the book, but pulled his hand back. What if the book went away from him? What if he was really evil?

One way to find out, Chris thought grimly. He quickly touched the book and flinched, expecting to be zapped on his butt.

Nothing happened.

Chris gave a big breath of relief. "At least I know that I'm not evil,"he said to himself. His eyes started to tear up again. "But that doesn't stop me from killing twelve innocents. I'm a monster." He rushed away from the book and sat in the corner again, his head in his hands.

Chris was walking in a dark and deserted part of the Underworld. He tried to stop walking, but he couldn't. It was as if his body knew where his destination was, but his mind didn't. A light appeared and Chris walked through it.

The sight that came to Chris' eyes was horrible. He tried to get away, but he couldn't. He tried to scream, but he couldn't. Nothing seemed to work. All he could do was watch what was falling before him with wide eyes.

It was him ruthlessly killing the innocents.

Chris shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no,"he whispered to himself, trying to cover his ears and close his eyes, but his mind wasn't letting him.

The Chris who had just finished killing the twelfth innocent turned around. He grinned maliciously at the other Chris. "Don't fight it,"he sneered. "You're evil. You know you are. That's why we had so much fun killing twelve people in cold blood."

"I'm not evil!"Chris exclaimed in response.

"Of course you are,"laughed the other Chris. "You willingly killed people. That makes you evil! No, that makes us evil! Don't fight it! Embrace the evil within your heart. You already know that you are evil. Become more of that monster!"

"No!"Chris shouted.

The dream Chris turned into Leo. "You disgraceful son,"he roared angrily. "After all that your mother and I do for you, you turn evil! I hate you!"

"Shutup!"Chris screamed shrillily in response. "I'm not evil."

Leo walked forward a few steps. "Of course you are you ungrateful brat. You could never be good like Wyatt!"

Chris closed his eyes.

Leo then changed into Piper. She glared at him. "Why did you kill all those innocents you evil disgrace?"she asked, her voice full of rage. "We did everything for you and this is the thanks that we get? I hate you!"

"Get away from me,"Chris whimpered softly.

Piper turned into Phoebe. She said a few hateful words as well and then turned into Wyatt. "I can't believe that my own brother would be evil,"he said scournfully. "I hope that we vanquish you sometime."

And then Wyatt turned into Paige. She glared at Chris, whose mouth was wide open. "I can't believe that you turned evil Chris,"she said sadly. "I hate you."

"STOP IT!"Chris yelled. He sank to the ground, tears streaming down his face. "'I'M NOT EVIL!"

And then forms of his family all appeared and started to taunt him.

"No!"Chris moaned softly, waking up. He looked around to realize that he was in the attic. He breathed in relief.

The dream had just caught up with Chris. He started to sob. Of course he was evil, everyone agreed with him.

Thankfully, nobody had heard him.

Chris laid down on the ground, crying softly. "They're all right,"he whispred to himself. "I'm evil."

"Chris?"

Chris looked up to see his aunt Paige standing there. "Aunt Paige,"he croaked out. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you in my sleep,"Paige replied, sitting down next to him. "It's alright to hate yourself you know."

"But I'm evil,"Chris responded, crying softly.

"No you aren't honey,"Paige said gently. "You aren't evil."

"But I am." Chris sat up, looking at his aunt with extreme sadness.

"Come here." Paige opened her arms and hugged Chris. "You aren't evil baby,"she soothed as Chris sobbed into her shoulder. "You aren't evil." She did this until Chris fell asleep. She then orbed herself and him onto her bed. Letting Chris fall back onto one of her pillows, she covered him and went to sleep herself.

A/N: Sorry for such the long wait. I had all the chapters pre-written, but I was just too lazy to log in and update. I'm seriously sorry though. I'll update tomorrow and hopefully have the story done by Thursday. Then on Saturday, I'll put up the first chapter to the sequel. And also read my other Charmed fic, The Mistakes We Make.