He was sitting at the large kitchen table. The table was bigger then he remembered it being from the last time he had been in his own kitchen at the Manor. In his hand was one of the giant jumbo crayons that he had had as a child. A large sheet of blank white paper was spread out covering the whole top of the kitchen table in front of him as he rolled the cold blue crayon around in his warm hands and then he changed its location by gliding it from one hand to the other hand. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with the crayon.
He felt so much bigger and so much better then having to sit still at this stupid kitchen table. He knew that he was only being distracted with a crayon and paper while his mother and aunts killed the newest demon attacking them at the time. He also knew himself well enough to know that all he had to do was look at the newest being of evil for him to be able to kill it.
His mother was against that though. There was no way she was going to let her innocent, young children be brought up killing demons whenever they appeared in their home. She wanted her children to have a real childhood as if that really existed in this day and age. She wanted her sons to be able to be normal for their childhood at least so that one day when they were much older they could give up their semblances of normal lives and take their heritage as well as their fates into their own hands by fighting evil for a living.
He hated his mother's notions. They made her weak. They made their whole family weak. He could easily kill any demon whenever he wanted to, and then she wouldn't even have to get her hands dirty, but she wouldn't even let him try. She just wanted to keep him fresh, sweet, and innocent forever.
She didn't know he wasn't still innocent exactly yet.
It didn't help that she was so freaking clingy when it came to him. His little brother got to do more then he did. Chris got to do whatever he wanted to do, whenever he wanted to do it he could, and Chris did it all. He got to go hang out with friends anytime he wanted to, or he got to go and play somewhere else. His mother even let Chris play around with the potions once in awhile.
His mother didn't want him to though. No, not Wyatt. Never Wyatt.
No, he had to stay home. If he did go over a friend's house he was never allowed to spend the night there because his mother would freak out. She even freaked out whenever he came home a few minutes later then she expected him to from school.
She was always so worried about him for some reason. She said it was because he was special and she loved him so much that she didn't want to ever lose him.
So, why didn't she act like that with Chris? She was never really worried about him. She cared as much for Chris if not more for him since they were so much alike one another it was disgusting, but whenever it came to Wyatt he was completely screwed.
As Wyatt angrily thought about how unfair his life was he swung his short legs around in the big chair. His feet didn't meet the floor as he did and he changed colors of crayons from blue to red. He drew sweeping angry red gaping circles around his paper as he did. His circles swirled and gulped in the other circles as he made the paper looked like as if a bloody suicide had taken place.
Sometimes, he heard his parents talking at night. His father really wanted him to learn everything he could about the craft, his powers, and even the sword that he would one day inherit. He was after all the one all the prophecies were about. He was the one that was supposed to make the world a better place so why couldn't he even spend the night at his own best friend's house?
His mother always got her way though.
Once he had almost heard the reason why she was so overprotective towards him. Only once.
She had been in the hallway coming out of his and Chris's room. It used to be their aunt Phoebe's room before she got a room in the basement. So, now here they were together in the same room. Which was something that he took for granted with all the sick practical jokes he played on Chris.
His mother was angry with him again for what he had done earlier, but he didn't care. At the time, he had hated his life. It wasn't fair that Chris could go spend the weekend with his best friend at Disney World and Wyatt couldn't.
Wyatt had even been invited. He had even been wanted there, but he hadn't been able to go. Chris could though and so he had taken out his revenge on his little brother.
He loved his little brother. Don't get him wrong. He didn't hate Chris. He didn't torture him a lot unless he really deserved it… like the time he orbed him to Timbuktu just because he ruined the greatest d. v. d of the greatest movie in the world Bill and Ted's Bogus Adventure.
So, he had went a little overboard this time.
He had made a spell to make his little brother invisible. Then, he had taken Chris out in public place that he had never been to before and placed another spell on him to make it completely impossible for him to orb. Then, he had just orbed home.
It had taken his parents the whole day to find Chris. Sure, they found his location, but it was kind of hard for them to find Chris in general when he was, of course, invisible which was a little topic he had forgot to rehash to his parents when they had gone crazy over the whole situation.
His mother had just said goodnight to them after finding Chris when he had gotten a piece of the puzzle. Chris had stopped talking to him since he had missed the trip to go to Disney World because of his little trick, and also because he had trusted him and he had broken his trust for the moment.
Wyatt guessed it was around then that he himself must have went wrong. Maybe, that's when Chris had decided that he was completely evil and it was then that maybe he had started to tell his parents about it. Of course, they hadn't believed him.
Maybe, his mother had considered it once, but she had lived with siblings and then his dad knew that he was angry about all the unfairness of the situation in the first place so they must have overlooked his actions.
His dad had always been on his side. It seemed his mother had never been on it. Maybe if Chris hadn't ever been born she would have been on it.
Of course, if Chris hadn't been born he wouldn't have had someone to rely on when it got hard. He wouldn't have had a little brother to look after. After all these years, he still cared about his little brother despite the majority vote against it.
He could remember the familiar sound of his father orbing into the hallway. He'd heard their soft whispers then and he had slowly slinked off the bed as he made his way to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation. Chris hadn't cared. He had had his back to him the whole time.
Wyatt had went right up the door. There he had pressed his ear onto the cold woods surface to hear what was being said on the other side.
"Piper, maybe if you would just let him go do things like you do Chris.." Leo tried in his soothing voice.
"Oh, no you don't. This wasn't all my decision. You said so yourself. You said we had to be careful after.. After what Gideon did to him. You said we had to protect our sons. I can't lose him again I can't Leo. I can't lose a son again" she told her husband in a teary voice.
"You won't. You can't baby him either, Piper. He's twelve years old! We have to be fair to him."
"Do you want to explain to our son why he can't go places alone?" she asked. "Do you want him to know what happened to him when he was a baby?"
"No." Leo answered slowly. "But look at what happened tonight. We can't have another repeat."
"So what do we do?" she asked.
There had been no answer then. Wyatt and Chris had found out later what the answer had been. Piper hadn't agreed with Leo's whole get over the past routine so instead of being unfair to Wyatt she was now unfair to both of them. There were no more spend the nights, no more trips with their friends, or even no more late nights at friend's houses. She'd made it fair alright.
It was then had Chris had decided to hate him.
Wyatt hadn't been able to handle it all after awhile. He had started to rebel then.
The hand that held his red crayon rapidly tortured the paper with faster and faster circles.
He had rebelled and disappeared for days on a time. He met people he knew his family hated and realized then that they weren't half bad. It was then that he'd realized his family was the one stuck in the olden days.
Wyatt's small hand stopped on the paper and he looked down at the picture that he had created. Inside of the dark red masses of circles was his mother's beautiful face. Her face was distorted though in a silent mock of a scream of pain as her hand reached up towards him in her last dying moments.
Wyatt burst awake on his bed. The girl lying beside him moaned lightly and then turned away from his outburst as if it happened every night. Wyatt gulped in a breath of air for a moment as he looked up at the red and black painted cloudy ceiling above him. There he tried to find calm as he did and the real world came back to him.
He no longer was that angry little boy. He know was a man that ruled the world at the flick of his wrist. The only problem he had now was trying to get his baby brother to revert to his side too.