Chris grabbed Bianca's hand and they took off, running full speed in the direction that they had seen the flash. More lights flickered in the distance, and they were followed by even more screams.

Chris' heart was racing as they continued to move forward. He hoped that Bianca had been wrong…but somewhere, deep inside, he knew that she wasn't. Wyatt was moving forward- exposing magic- and there was nothing they could do to stop him.

"Hey." Chris called, as the two emerged by the parks central fountain. Several people- men, woman, and children- were cowering behind the nearby trees and benches, watching in terror as a woman sent energy balls flying in all directions.

The woman froze at the sound of Chris' voice behind her, and turned to face him. Her eyes were narrowed, and her expression was unlike any he had ever seen on a human face. There was only one way to describe it; demonic.

"Do you challenge me boy?" she growled, her voice not suiting her appearance. "A mortal stands no chance against a witch."

Chris glanced at Bianca and gave her a look that clearly said 'take cover' before calmly advancing towards the woman. A look of confusion crossed her face. She quickly formed another energy ball in her hand and flung it directly at Chris.

With a slight smirk, he stuck out his hand and telekinetically redirected it harmlessly into an old oak tree.

"Witch." The woman hissed eyes wide with surprise.

Chris stopped walking and flashed her cocky grin. "Not exactly." He replied. And with that he disappeared in a swirl of blue, only to reappear seconds later at her side. He took advantage of her shock to tackle her to the ground and fired a low voltage lightening bolt at her chest. The woman's menacing reddish eyes closed and she fell into an unconscious state.

With a small sigh of relief, Chris stood and looked down at the woman. Something didn't seem right about the situation. She had claimed to be a witch- and yet she had not looked or behaved like one at all. No witch would ever expose her magic like that in a public place- let alone use it to terrorize humans.

Wyatt must have had something to do with this.

Chris' attention was suddenly snapped back down to the woman at his feet. Her body had begun to glow a strange yellow colour, and he could only watch with surprise as a second figure began to form at her side- collecting itself from within the light.

He knew instantly what the second figure was- and it suddenly made perfect sense. This witch had not willingly acted this way; she had been possessed, by a demon, and forced to expose her self. Chris gave the creature a disgusted look, and waited for it to completely reform, before blasting it with a full strength bolt. It gave a scream of agony, before disintegrating into a pile of dust.

He knew that this was Wyatt's doing. It truly was ingenious- in a sick and twisted way. He was using his demons to possess witches- making them look like the threat…

Sighing, Chris bent down and healed the witch with a golden glow, and helped her to her feet. "What happened?" she muttered, looking around with confusion. "I was walking down the street- and then- I can't remember…"

Chris tried to give her a comforting look. "You were possessed, by a demon. But don't worry, he's gone now." She nodded slowly and smiled thankfully at her rescuer.

"What the hell was that!?" a male voice exclaimed suddenly, from a position a few meters away. Both Chris and the woman turned towards it.

A balding, middle aged man emerged from behind one of the benches, looking both shaken, and enraged. "What are you people?"

Chris' heart sunk. In his haste to stop the woman, he had not really considered the consequences of demonstrating his own magic in the process. As he surveyed the scene, he could see that most of the people looked just as afraid now as they did before he had stopped her. They didn't understand that he had, in fact, been saving them.

"I…umm…" Chris stuttered, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. "I mean you no harm. I'm here to help. You have to listen to me…go home. Stay inside, you'll be safer there."

The man narrowed his eyes. "Why should we believe you?" he probed, his voice more confidant than before.

"Because…" Chris began, frantically searching his mind for a good answer. "Because, I'm a guardian angel- my job is to protect. Please listen to me- it is for your own good."

There was a long pause, and Chris listened nervously as a quiet hum began to build in the crowd. He hoped that, somehow, they would buy his answer…it was, after all, the truth…sort of. "Leave while you still can." He pleaded, trying to get a sense of their reaction. He could almost feel their shock- their apprehension…but he could also feel something else…

"Are you pulling my leg?" The man asked, giving Chris the once over.

"No. I know that it's hard to believe…but I am telling the truth. Now go home, you have to trust me."

Chris sighed; he did not have time to keep explaining himself to this crowd. He was sure that many scenarios like this were playing out in the city at that very moment- and he had to try and stop as much destruction as he could. He surveyed the crowd once again and, taking the witches hand, walked to towards the spot that he had left Bianca; she too grabbed hold of him.

"Um, blessed be." He said to the crowd, before orbing all three of them out in a heavenly swirl of blue.

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They appeared seconds later in an abandoned section of the park, and Bianca instantly threw herself into Chris' arms. "I'm so sorry. I should have helped you." She whispered, clutching onto his shirt.

"No," he replied, "I didn't want you involved too. In fact, I think that you should go home…it'll be safer, for both of you."

Bianca drew back and flashed him her most stubborn look. "No. That's out of the question. We're going to fight this, together."

"Um, I hate to interrupt." Another voice cut in. "Who are you, and do you know what's going on?"

Chris turned abruptly; he had almost forgotten that he had brought the witch with him.

"Oh, of course. Sorry." He said, lacing him arm around Bianca's back. "I'm Chris Halliwell, and this is Bianca Perry. And no, I can't tell you for certain what's going on, but I know that it has something to do with the rise of a new evil. Wy…he wants to expose magic, and we think he's doing so by possessing witches. Like you…"

"Wow, a Halliwell." The woman gasped, looking at Chris in disbelief. She appeared awe struck for several seconds before bringing herself back to reality. "Exposing magic? This…this is horrible. What should we do?"

Chris shook his head sadly. "I don't know." He replied. "But I think it would be safest if I send you home. Set up crystals around your house…and be careful."

The woman sighed, obviously not pleased at the suggestion. "Alright." She said hesitantly. Somehow, she could not help but believe this strange young man…there was just something about him…

"Good." Chris said hastily. "Now, picture your house and close your eyes."

She did as she was told, and with a wave of his hand, Chris orbed her out of the park.

"That was not good." He muttered, looking down into Bianca's eyes. "Imagine how many more witches he's done this to…"

"I know. Humans are never going to believe that witches are good. You saw those people at the park. They were terrified."

Chris frowned and he glanced wistfully off into the trees around them. He knew that this night was the beginning of the end. Wyatt would rise up- he would allow demons to live freely on the earth- he would eliminate witches…just as he had eliminated the whitelighters.

"Let's go." Chris whispered, taking Bianca's hand. "We have to do as much as we can."

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Wyatt stood in the center of one of San Francisco's' main streets, on top of a podium that had- until less that ten minutes ago- held a large stone statue. He had taken great joy in blowing the statue to pieces- it was so satisfying to watch the shards fly in all directions- smashing everything in their path. He saw it as a sign of all of the destruction to come.

Soon, he would overthrow all of the foolishness on which the human world was based.

He would create a new order.

A new world.

One in which he was the absolute ruler.

No one would dare to question his power.

A smirk crossed his face as he surveyed the chaos around him. After months of planning, forming alliances, and eliminating those who would stand in his way- his goal was finally within his grasp. It all began tonight.

People ran below him; some screaming in terror, others screaming with rage. He could see many running for cover. They cowered behind cars, inside shops…

They were afraid. And they had good reason to be.

Another flash of fire erupted to his left, and he watched as a witch, possessed by one of his loyal demons, set fire to a nearby hard ware store. Terrified humans came rushing out- all screaming.

Wyatt loved to hear their screams.

He laughed as he caught sight of a different scene taking place to his left. Several large men had tackled a young witch to the ground. She kicked and screamed, but Wyatt could see that their grip on her was tight. A small puff of smoke escaped her body and disappeared- the demon possessing her had fled, knowing that the girl was doomed. Wyatt watched triumphantly as the men dragged her towards the raging fire that had engulfed the hardware store. "Die witch." He heard one of the men roar. "Die." And with that the group heaved her body into the flames. Her screams died down and her body became nothing but a pile of ash.

It was all working perfectly. The city was terrified- and people were showing their true nature. Men truly were cowards; willing to eliminate anything they did not care to understand…willing to eliminate witches. They would soon seek new leadership; to rescue them from this new 'threat'…they would turn to anyone who could offer them a quick and easy solution.

They would turn to Wyatt.

He took a small potion vial out of his pocket and consumed the contents.

It was time to move on to phase two.

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Chris and Bianca ran through the terrified crowd. They were surrounded by complete chaos- worse than any they had seen before.

It was a truly horrific scene. People were frantic- trying to seek refuge where ever they could- and several trampled bodies littered the streets. Chris wanted to stop and help all who had fallen, but he knew that he couldn't- he had to keep himself focused on his ultimate goal.

He had seen a figure up ahead, standing above the crowd- watching… and he knew instantly that it was Wyatt.

He could feel his brother's presence.

"Bianca, you stay down here- try to hit witches with low powered fire balls- enough to knock them out, but not kill them." Chris said, turning toward her. He didn't want to leave her side, but he knew that it was for the best. He had to take this opportunity to weaken Wyatt.

She nodded, and he began to turn away. "Where are you going?" she asked her brown eyes wide.

"I…have to do something. Don't worry, I'll be fine." He lied, not wanting her to talk him out of it.

She began to protest but he held up a hand to silence her.

"Shhh, I'll be back soon." He whispered, giving her a re assuring kiss.

Chris turned away and took a few steps towards the podium. He knew that his best chance was to orb up there and tackle Wyatt from behind. There was no doubt that Wyatt was more powerful, but with surprise on his side, Chris knew that he had at least a fraction of a chance. He was tempted to turn back and give Bianca one final glance- he hoped that this would not be his end. He wanted to see her again, he wanted to see his child grow up…but he knew that if he didn't stop Wyatt before it was too late, then both of the things he cared about most would never even stand a chance.

Drawing a deep breath, Chris began to orb.

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Leo and Katie appeared on the busy street and began to push their way through the crowd. Neither one knew what was going on, but they could see that acts of magic were taking place all around them. Something had gone seriously wrong.

"Wyatt." Leo whispered bitterly at her side. She followed his gaze up to the man on the podium- the man from her vision.

Leo must have known who he was.

"Can you sense Chris?" Katie asked the elder, who now appeared to be in some sort of trance- his eyes not moving off the man.

"Yes." Leo said suddenly snapping back to reality. "He's close."

The girl began to survey the crowd, looking for any sign of the young witch- whitelighter she had recently befriended, but she could not make out any faces in the mob of terrified people.

Then, she saw it; the stream of blue orbs that only a whitelighter could make- heading up towards the podium.

Chris.

"There!" she yelled, forcing Leo's attention in the right direction. "You have to stop him."

Without another moments hesitation Leo dissolved in to a swirling mass of blue and took off after his son. Katie could only watch as the two clouds of orbs collided and- thankfully- began to head back down towards the ground. Seconds later, both Leo and Chris materialized in front of her.

"Dad?" Chris said with confusion. "What the hell is going on?"

"I had a vision." Katie cut in, not wanting Chris to be mad at Leo for what she had made him do. "I saw you, about to attack that man up there- and I could sense that it would not work out in your favour. We had to stop you Chris."

The boy turned his attention to the young witch, and she could tell that he was not pleased. "Damn it!" he muttered angrily "You should have let me go! I had a chance!"

"Chris, please. Katie's right, you can't take on Wyatt." Leo said, moving forward in hopes of comforting his son.

Chris drew back. "Why? Because I'm weak?" he yelled, his eyes flashing dangerously at his father. "Because I got your powers and not mom's? Because I'm not the twice blessed?"

Leo said nothing, taken aback by Chris' out burst.

"I could of surprised him" Chris continued "I might have had a chance…I have to stop Wyatt somehow."

Katie glanced between the two, her mind swimming with questions. They both seemed to know who this Wyatt person was. The person who had caused all of this chaos. "Who is Wyatt?" she blurted out suddenly, unable to keep it in anymore. "Do you know him?"

Both Leo and Chris stopped fighting and turned towards her. Chris opened his mouth to answer, but another voice spoke before he could.

"Of course he knows me." The voice said coolly "He's my brother."

Katie froze in fear as she saw who had spoken. It was the man from the podium.

It was Wyatt…

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A/N I am so bad, but my exam is not till Tuesday…and I really have to get this out of my system. Ack! I should have waited till Christmas break to start this. Oh well, hope you enjoyed it!

I'm not gonna lie, chances are there will be another chapter soon…I'm horrible.

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