Hi peoples. This chapter is called End (a.k.a. the

guaranteed flame chapter). This chapter deals with some

pretty huge things like erm... well you'll find out in a

minute.

WARNING: this chapter is not for the faint of heart AND it will be long and bloody (at the end)

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Chris was wondering how the hell everybody had found out about him liking Marlee. He knew about the e-mail, but who had sent it? Everything pointed to Rhonda. When he asked her about how she'd found out, Rhonda answered that Alyssa told her. Alyssa said her sister found out from her boyfriend. Boyfriend was Mark, Wyatt's best friend. Wyatt told Mark. Chris was pissed.

So when Chris got home he was ready for a fight. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Chris demanded when he got home.

"What are you talking about, Chrissy?" Wyatt said, acidly.

"Why the fuck did you tell Mark that I like Marlee!?!" Chris shouted.

"Wait, you like Marlee?" Wyatt asked confused.

"You asshole! You told Mark, who told his girlfriend, who told her sister, who told my ex-girl friend, who e-mailed the whole fucking school about it!" Chris was so angry that he accidentally sent Wyatt flying across the room.

"What the hell? Chris what's your problem?" Wyatt asked picking himself up.

"I didn't mean..." Chris began but Wyatt lobbed an energy ball at Chris. It hit. Chris fell down. "YOU ASSHOLE!" Chris cried, throwing his brother into the grandfather clock.

"What's wrong with you?" Wyatt then threw another energy ball, and missed. Chris had ducked just in time.

Wyatt went to throw another but it stopped short and fizzled out. "What the?"

Marlee was standing in front of Chris with her hands out in front of her. "What is up with you two? Why are you fighting?" She asked. Chris stood up and ran up to his room. "Well?"

"He just came in yelling about me telling someone that he likes you," Wyatt said.

"Whoa, you started that? He was laughed at all day!" Said Marlee.

"No, I didn't start some Junior High School rumor," Wyatt replied through clenched teeth.

"Then who did?" Marlee asked.

"I don't know," Wyatt said. He shook his head, then asked, "How did you stop my energy ball?"

Marlee smiled. "Well I am a witch. Blocking is my power." Then she turned, and walked up the stairs.

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Next Day

"Wyatt, Chris, you're both spending the weekend with your dad," Piper began.

"Huh?" asked Chris, "Where are we staying?"

"Your dad has an apartment. Remember? You'll stay there," Piper answered.

'Great, a whole weekend with Wyatt. Just perfect.' Chris thought. On the upside, however, the apartment complex had a pool.

Leo's House

"You wanna watch a movie or something?" Wyatt asked after about two minutes of boredom.

"Why not. Nothing else to do," Chris replied. The two of them began searching in the cabinet under the television for movies. Chris found one, way in back, covered in dust. He blew the dust off to see it was labeled 'Dolphin Boy.' He let out a laugh. "Let's watch this."

Video

"C'mon Flipper!" yelled six-year-old Chris. He was standing in a swimming pool where the water went to his chin. He held a noodle (long foam floaties) in the air.

Eight-year-old Wyatt then dived into the pool, over the noodle. "Good Flipper," Chris said, suddenly getting a mischievous look in his eyes, "BAD FLIPPER!" He yelled, bopping his brother with the noodle he still held. "Very, very, bad Flipper!"

Wyatt quickly swam away from his brother, to get ready to dive again.

"So, what are you today?" Asked Leo's voice from behind the camera.

"Half monkey and half flying squirrel!" Wyatt said, getting ready for a running start.

Piper's laugh was also heard from behind the camera. "What's so funny?" Chris asked, "That makes him a dolphin!" Wyatt dove in again. "Bad Flipper! What do think I pay you for?" Chris asked angrily.

"You don't pay me!" Wyatt said between gasps of air (he was also laughing).

"Well maybe I would if you'd get your tricks right!" Chris yelled. He then hit him with the noodle again.

Prue, who was watching from a lawn chair, grabbed her noodle. "I wanna help!" She said before coming in and helping Chris beat Wyatt with a noodle.

"Okay, that's enough you guys," Piper's voice said. Then the tape cut out.

Reality.

"I think I remember that," Wyatt said stunned.

"I do remember that," Chris said with a laugh.

"I had bruises!" Wyatt said, indignantly.

"N-no, you didn't," Chris said, his eyes shifting nervously.

"Hey, you wanna go to the pool. Dad won't be back for about an hour," Wyatt said.

"Yeah. C'mon Flipper."

"Hey!" Wyatt said, as he chased his little brother all the way down to the pool.

"You can't catch me," Chris laughed over his shoulder, "Na-na-boo-boo." As he neared the pool, Chris jumped into the pool shoes and all to avoid Wyatt's wrath.

That night, after swimming, two large half pepperoni half black olive pizzas, and five more embarrassing home videos they all went to sleep.

Around midnight, some one's voice aroused Chris from a dream that reflected some part of his fourth year of life. "Dammit, Chris, wake up!" Chris opened his eyes, wondering for a moment where he was.

"Chris, I've been calling you for ten minutes, damn it. Get up!" "Leo's" voice ran from the kitchen. He sounded angry, something that rarely happened.

"Sorry," Chris mumbled when he reached the kitchen.

"Sit down and shut up," "Leo" commanded. Chris sat in the nearest chair and tried to figure out why his father was so mad at him. "So, you were suspended?"

"Yeah, remember you picked me up..."

"Don't interrupt me!" "Leo" shouted. Chris shrunk back in his chair. "So, why are you goofing off in school? Trying to get the attention off you brother?"

"No, I-"

"Don't lie, you've always been jealous of your brother!" "Leo" spat.

"Jealous of what?" Chris shot back, but the courage it took to stand up to his dad soon dwindled away.

"You're jealous of his powers. You hate it that I love him!" "Leo's" anger was rising even more.

"But I... you said..." Chris voice soon faltered and died.

"Leo" laughed. A horrible, evil laugh that didn't suit him. "Ha! You think I love you? Your kidding!" he paused again to laugh more. "Don't be stupid! I hate you! You were a mistake. Your mother and I didn't want you! We only put up with you because the Elders wouldn't let us get rid of you!"

Chris blinked a few times, trying with all his might not to let this asshole know he'd hurt him. He tried to reply, but the only sound he could make was a quiet whimper.

"Leo" wore a triumphant smirk. Chris finally came to his senses and orbed back to the Manor. Piper was in the kitchen when he arrived.

"Hi, sweetie, what are you doing home?" She asked, putting her coffee down.

Chris inhaled deeply, she know soon enough. "Nothing, Mom. I couldn't sleep so dad sent me home."

"Oh, well get to bed, it's past midnight," Piper said, giving him a kiss on the forehead and going into the bathroom. She then opened the door again, "G'night, Chris. I love you."

"Love you too Mom." Chris said. Piper closed the door and bent over the toilet to throw up. She hadn't been feeling well lately.

Chris quickly walked into his room and began rummaging through the top drawer of his dresser. 'Leo's gonna regret giving me a pocket knife,' He thought, pulling out a pocket knife.

He then found a small piece of paper and scribbled an apology for what he was about to do. He took a deep breath, he couldn't make everyone suffer anymore. He drew the blade of the knife. He'd considered doing this before, but no one ever found out. He would always chicken out, burn the suicide note and forget it ever happened. But not this time.

Chris took the blade of the knife and dragged it up the length of his forearm. Then across his wrist. He repeated this on the other arm. "Sorry if I stained the carpet, Mom..."

He soon felt lightheaded. The room seemed to dissolve around him. 'Dying isn't so bad...' he thought.

'What about your mother? Won't she care?' said the little voice in the back of Chris's head. 'She'd be the only one. But she'll still have Wyatt. She'll forget soon.' Then Chris fell unconscious.

A few moments later, Marlee knocked on Chris's door. She was supposed to check on him. She waited for a moment, then barged in. "Chris I- Oh my God! Piper! Phoebe, Paige, someone! Help!"

Piper, followed by her sisters came running up the stairs. "What is it?"

Marlee pointed a shaking finger towards Chris's limp form.

"Oh my God, Leo!" screamed Piper, unable to tear her eyes away from her son's body, surrounded by his own blood.

Okay, like I said I'm going to be flamed to hell and back. The next chapter is called "Rude Awakening." Please review.