Chris stared back at his brother-his heart was pounding in his chest, his throat was dry, he could hardly breathe…but somehow, he managed to keep a defiant expression under Wyatt's steely gaze.

He glanced briefly behind him. His father had stepped protectively in front of Katie and the girl stood in shock, her blue eyes wide and unblinking.

He could sense her fear- and the fear radiating off everyone around him.

An unfamiliar feeling of hate rushed through his body as he stood face to face with the man who had caused him so much pain- the man responsible for all of this.

The man that his brother had become.

"You should be proud to call me your brother, Chris." Wyatt said coolly, taking a few slow steps towards the group. "Soon, the world will bow before me…before us if you wish…"

"I won't join you Wyatt." Chris spat, his words coming out more bravely than he felt. "But I will stop you."

Catching Wyatt by surprise, Chris managed to telekinetically throw him off his feet with a violent gesture of him arm. The older brother hit a near by lamp post with a sickening thud but miraculously stood back up only seconds later- his expression had turned from confidant to annoyed.

"You can't defeat me, don't even try." Wyatt hissed, his eyes narrowed. "I'm offering you a chance, brother, to take your rightful place at my side. We can achieve great things." He buried his anger and extended his hand out to Chris, hoping desperately that the boy would make the right decision. "Take my hand Chris."

There was a long silence as the boy stared at his older brother's out stretched hand. A small part of him wanted to reach out and take it. This was his brother…the person who had always protected him…stood up for him…no matter what. If he took Wyatt's hand and accepted his offer he would be safe. It would be easy…

His mother's words suddenly echoed in his head.

'…people are formed by the choices that they make…' she had said.

It was true.

And right now he did have a choice…and as tempting as it may have been, he knew that the easiest choice was not always the right one.

"I choose good, Wyatt." Chris muttered, staring at his brothers out stretched hand in contempt. "I am good."

Wyatt scoffed and gave him a pitying look. "No Chris, you're not good…you're just ignorant." He replied sadly, drawing his hand back. "One day you will realize how deluded your ideas of 'good and evil' really are."

He paused and glanced over in Leo's direction. "You too father. Now that the other elders have been disposed of you are free to think for yourself…for once…if it pleases my brother, then you will be given an important place in my new order as well."

Leo narrowed his green eyes and tried to suppress the anger he felt towards his oldest son. "You're the reason the other elders are dead Wyatt. I can never forgive you for that."

The young man merely shrugged; it was evident that his fathers feeling were of no importance to him. He only kept him alive to prevent more hatred from Chris. Turning back to his little brother, he gave a deep sigh of frustration. "I hope you realize your errors soon, Christopher, before my patience is drawn too thin…I'd love to stay in continue this little chat, but I must deal with some more pressing issues." He glanced around at the chaos surrounding them. "Wish me luck."

And with that Wyatt disappeared in an extremely bright swirl of blue.

Chris stood starring at the spot where his brother had stood in confusion. Wyatt had turned…he had seen his orbs become dark…and yet they had somehow become blue again…

The boy was torn away from his thoughts seconds later as he saw Wyatt reappear on the platform he had been occupying before; his orbs so bright that most of the crowd turned towards him. For the first time since Chris had arrived, the noise on the frantic street began to die down as the people looked up with curiosity at the mysterious man who had appeared above them in a display of heavenly lights. Wyatt stood before the crowd, his posture and expression giving all present a sense of his extreme power and authority.

"Good citizens." His voice boomed, magically magnified. "I have come to offer you peace."

Chris was too shocked to move. So this was Wyatt's plan…his reason for exposing magic…he was going to gain his authority by offering protection from the fear which he had propagated.

"I will bring an end to the terror that has stricken this fair city…shield you all from the threat that these witches have created." Wyatt paused and gave a dramatic wave of his hand, summoning Excalibur, the legendary sword he had been destined to wield, into his out stretched hand. "Do not fear me; for it is my fate to defend you, I am your king Arthur. I have pulled the sword from the stone."

A mummer arose from the crowd as the confused people tried to make sense of what they had been told. On a regular day, it would have been unbelievable to most…utterly ridiculous…but after what they had just seen- the magic and the terror that the witches had shown them- the fear they felt made what this strange young man was saying more acceptable. This was a threat that needed to be eliminated, and if this man was willing to do it, then many would follow.

There as a deep sense of power coming from him…and the sword he had called to him magnified the effect…there must have been some truth in what he had said.

Maybe he would bring them their Camelot.

Maybe he was meant to be their king…

With a confidant smirk, Wyatt surveyed the crowd. He could sense that many were beginning to believe him. Humans truly were gullible when afraid. "I call forth all pure witches." He roared, raising both hands above his head and closing his eyes to focus on his task. "Come to me. Meet your fate."

Chris looked around frantically; he could see a few individuals around him begin to drift upwards towards Wyatt, as if being pulled by an invisible hand. He himself felt a slight tug but he easily threw it off; Wyatt had been specific in his demand, he had called for pure witches, not witch- whitelighters.

He had worded it so that Chris would not be included…

"Help." A voice to his right whispered with terror.

Katie.

She was beginning to be forced upwards. Chris was about to run in her direction but Leo beat him to it and quickly grabbed the girls leg, orbing them both far away from the scene to safety.

Chris gave a small sigh before a devastating thought stuck him, causing his body to go numb with terror.

"Bianca." He gasped, suddenly remembering that she had come to the street with him. He instantly sensed for her and began to push his way through the hoards of people.

His blood was pumping in his ears. He could hardly breathe.

He had to save her.

If he lost her, he'd never be able to go on…

His green eyes darted around the area…she was close, he could feel it. "Bianca!" he cried, hoping desperately that she could hear him. "Bianca, where are you?"

Seconds passed, and he received no response.

"Bianca!" he cried again, his voice wavering as tears began to well up in his eyes. The world was beginning to spin around him. Figures were in the air…being drawn closer to the stone platform where they would meet their death…people were all around…watching, starring…no one cared that lives were about to be lost. That his Bianca was in danger…

"Chris. I'm okay." A soft voice said behind him.

He turned around.

"Bianca!" he choked, relief spreading over him. "I thought…"

She cut him off with a feverish kiss. "I know." She replied, her brown eyes wide. "But he saved me."

Chris stared at her with confusion, unsure of what she meant. "What? Who?"

"The baby." She replied, a slight smile playing across her lips. "I felt a pull upwards, but he orbed me back down…I don't think he liked the idea of his mommy meeting an early death."

He placed a gentle hand on her stomach, scarcely able to believe what she had said. "He…he orbed?" Chris stuttered. "He's just over a month old."

"I know. He takes after his daddy…"

The two suddenly were drawn away from their tender moment by the sound of a loud scream. Glancing upwards, it was evident what had caused it. All of the witches had been summoned to Wyatt now, and they stood, bound in chains, behind him…and one was tied to an old fashioned wooden steak, reminiscent of the ones used in Salem.

"No." Chris whispered, his heart sinking. Wyatt was really going to do it…he was going to kill them all.

"This is what you deserve, witch." Wyatt bellowed, creating a circle of yellow flames around the young woman.

Chris began to orb.

He couldn't allow this…he had to stop it…

But he was quickly pulled back down before he could entirely dissolve. "You can't, Chris." Bianca whispered, releasing his arm and turning to him with tear filled eyes. "You can't save her, he'll kill you too. He has Excalibur."

Chris wanted to protest, but he knew that she was right.

He was no match for Wyatt.

"I need you, Chris. Our baby needs you."

Chris gave a slow nod, but he could not suppress the guilt growing inside of him…this innocent witch was going to die…and there was nothing he could do.

Her screams filled the air.

The heat slowly peeling back the layers of flesh.

Burning her until there was nothing left….

Until she had died.

Chris felt his knees grow weak. So many emotions were welling inside of him. He hated Wyatt…he mourned for the witch…he feared for the others…and he dreaded the future.

If this was a sign of things to come, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be alive to see it.

"She is dead!" Wyatt declared his voice triumphant. "And I will be sure to take care of the rest." He gave another dramatic wave of his hand and the other witched were whisked away- probably to some dank prison he had created in the underworld.

The crowd cheered.

They cheered.

A life was lost, and they cheered

Chris wanted to throw up. He had always thought that he had a pretty good understanding of human nature. He had thought that deep down, almost everyone possessed some degree of good- some regard for other people.

Respect.

Altruism.

Pity.

Now he wasn't so sure. They had cheered for death. They thought only of themselves. They were ignorant….

For the first time in his life, he was happy to be something other than human.

"Let's get out of here." He whispered, grabbing Bianca's hand and orbing them both far away from the crowded street.

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A/N Sorry that that was such a long break between chapters, and sorry that this one was so strange. Exams are over now, so I can get back to working on this.

I had a hell of a time with this chapter, and I hope that it doesn't come off as too stupid, it's kind of a transition between parts one and two, and it came out a bit awkward...but oh well, I wanted to put it up anyway. There are probably going to be some questions, feel free to ask about anything, I'll do my best to justify it. (Ex. It may seem odd that they left without attempting to save the witches, but I assure you that Chris is not ready to give up yet. Oh yea, and if it wasn't clear, Wyatt's orbs are blue because of the potion he drank in the last chapter…shall explain more later.)

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