Chapter 4

This couldn't be happening, Chris thought to himself as he took in the devastated look both his parents held. The biggest secret of them all was now out in the open for all to see and that included his mother and father who were now sobbing uncontrollably at his side, all because he couldn't keep his got damn mouth shut in his sleep.

The room started spinning and images became a blur as the guilt and pain both combined threatened to send him into the impending darkness. He tried to hold on to the light so he could comfort his parents and let them know that everything was going to be ok and that things would be different this time around but the exhaustion factor proved to be too much as he seeped farther and farther into the dark.

"Chris" his mother whispered.

Not getting a response from him the pair covered the boy with a heavy blanket and exited the room where they could talk more freely without disturbing him slumber.

Making their way into the attic they discovered, that were not alone like they hoped. There stood Phoebe and Paige working diligently on the potions that would bring back the two evils.

"Hey guys, we were just coming to look for you" Phoebe said while placing another ingredient into the pot.

"Yeah we're almost finished with the potions, we just have to go to magic school to get the…" the youngest sister stopped abruptly as she took in the distressed and troubled looks that both her sister and brother in law held. "What's the matter?" the woman questioned praying that she hadn't lost her nephew again.

"Umm Chris had a bad dream or rather a horrible flashback" the mother spoke with a voice that was devoid of any emotion.

"Did he tell you about it?" asked an intrigued Phoebe.

"No, not exactly, he umm…he yelled it out while he was still sleeping" the boy's father replied as the couple moved to sit on the love seat that was kept in the attic.

"Ok guys spill. What did Chris say?" Paige asked unsure whether or not she really wanted to hear the answer.

"I think we should focus on the task at hand" Piper said with a blank expression.

"No, Piper I think we should tell them" the Elder spoke taking the woman's hand into his own before continuing. "Chris was dreaming about the day that you all died"

The women looked at each other in shock as their brother in law and husbanded finished relaying the story.

"He was shaking and screaming out in pain, it was almost as if he were channeling your agony. Either that or Wyatt did something to him that day as well"

"Wait what do you mean Wyatt did something to him as well?" Phoebe said as her brain tried to absorb the information that she had just received.

"He means that my son, your nephew, was the one who killed us" Piper spoke now looking up in her sisters direction. "My son is going to grow up to be a monster who murders his own family and tortures the little brother that his pathetic excuse for a mother left behind" the woman spoke completely dispensed of tears.

"Oh my God, that can't be true Piper" Phoebe spoke unable to accept her nephew's fate.

"Poor Chris, I can only imagine what he had to go through, at his own brother's hands none the less. None of which was your fault Piper and you don't even have to worry about it any more because Chris fixed it and Wyatt's safe now so forget about it" said Paige.

"No wonder he was so obsessed with saving the future but like Paige said, it's over and we don't have to worry about that any more" his father said as that familiar feeling of guilt came flooding back to him.

"Then why do I get the feeling that the worse is yet to come" Piper spoke again as silence feel over the room.

Downstairs in the woman's bedroom a dark figured crept out of the shadows and towards the bed where the sleeping boy lay. When the figure reached the bed he sat down next to the boy and brushed the hair out of his face and starred at him for a while. He then removed the cover and lifted up the shirt that had kept his injury hidden. Picking up the cloth that was on the night table next to the bed he poured a dark substance onto it and placed it on the wound. Almost instantly the wound began to close up. Once it was completely closed the intruder/savior rose to his feet, took one last look at the boy and disappeared into the night.

Suddenly the boy awoke with a start and looked around the room in search of the person who he thought was just there. "Wyatt?" he spoke in a low voice as he got to his feet and orbed out.