Chapter 10

"Oh my God, this can't be happening" Phoebe spoke in a state of shock.

"No, he's not dead, it's just taking a while to work. He's going to be ok" the man replied instantly putting everyone's mind at ease, everyone except his youngest son.

"It's all my fault" the boy said as he rocked back and forth in his aunts arms.

"Chris honey this was all Barbus's doing, not yours ok, he tricked you" Paige replied trying to alleviate her nephews pain.

"Would you stop making excuses for me!" the boy yelled. "It's all my fault, I'm the screw up. If it weren't for me Wyatt would probably be safe and happy and all of you would be a lot better off. Let's face it, Mom and Dad never really wanted me to begin with, they were happy with Wyatt until I came along and ruined it. I was a mistake. For all you guys know sharing them with me could be one of the reasons Wyatt turned evil. But that's ok, I'm going to make everything right and I know just how to do it" the boy said before orbing away and leaving his family in a state of confusion.

Suddenly Wyatt inhale sharply and sat up. "What happened? Where's Chris" the man questioned as he noticed his brother's absence. When no one answered his question the twice blessed son spoke up again with more volume in his voice.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell's going on and where my brother is?"

His mothers and fathers heavy sobs gave the man an uneasy feeling. Surveying the damage around him Wyatt prepared himself for the worse, but when he didn't see his brother's body he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"He's gone" Phoebe spoke causing his body to tense up.

"What do you mean gone?" the man asked while trying to remain calm.

"He's not dead, he just orbed out after a major emotional breakdown" Paige said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"And you're all just sitting here on your asses while my brother is out there all alone with homicidal maniacs on the loose?" Wyatt yelled angrily at his family's lack of concern for his sibling.

"He was so upset and we were trying to make sure that you were ok…" the empathy tried to explain before getting cut off.

"That's no excuse!" the man yelled finally getting to his feet.

"We know that Wyatt, give us a break we're in a state of shock here. Chris said some horrible things before he left and before we go rushing off to find him we need to come up with a plan other wise we can end up doing him more harm then good" replied Paige.

"She's right Wyatt, I want Chris back too, but we have to be careful how we approach him" his mother tried to reason with the boy.

"Well while you guys are sitting here coming up with lame ass excuses why you can't or won't go looking for him, I'm going to go find my brother" Wyatt spoke before orbing away as his family looked on helplessly.

Golden Gate Bridge

"I don't deserve to live" the youngest Halliwell repeated over and over again into the cold, crisp night air.

"Nobody loves me, they'd be better off if I never existed. Everything's my fault, it's all my fault" he spoke up once more as a memory from his past came flooding back to him.

Flashback

"Stop it Chris Wyatt is good and there's nothing left to discuss" Leo Wyatt shouted as he made his way into the bedroom that he and his wife shared with an fourteen year old Chris following close behind.

"I would say there's plenty to discuss Dad, your sons a killer! He killed Uncle Darryl Dad, I was there I saw him" the boy yelled as tears fell from his eyes.

"NO HE DIDN'T! I swear if you don't stop lying on your brother Chris…"

"Why, because you don't want it to be true? Just because you refuse to see what your son is doing does not make me a liar. I mean why would I lie about something like this Dad, why?"

"For attention" a small voice called out from the door as Piper Halliwell entered the room.

"Mom, you don't mean that" the boy said, crushed by his mother's words.

"I'm not looking for attention Mom, I swear. Wyatt did it…"

"Hey! You listen to me and you listen to me good Christopher Halliwell, your brother is good and he loved Darryl as much as the rest of us did so you blaming this on him is absurd. Secondly you really need to get over your insecurities as far as your brother is concerned before it gets you in a whole lot of trouble. I mean my God Chris Wyatt loves you so much, I just don't understand how you could say these things about him" the woman cried out in frustration completely unaware of the danger lurking behind her.

"MOM WATCH OUT!" Chris screamed out as the demon formed an energy ball.

Unfortunately the boy's words came too late and the ball of death made contact with his mother's chest leaving a gapping hole behind in its wake.

"NOOOOO!" Leo Wyatt called out as he threw a lightening bolt in the demons direction vanquishing him instantly. "Piper" he whispered before running to the woman's side and kneeling beside her.

Seconds turned into minutes as the boy stood frozen in place not believing that his mother was truly gone. Not even his father's painful cries registered with him as watched the man cradle his wife's dead body in his arms as he gently rocked her back and forth.

"Dad" young Chris was finally able to speak.

"What" the man said in a cold, cruel manner that his son was not used to hearing.

"Mom, she's, is she" the boy said as the tears fell from his eyes.

"She's dead Chris" the man responded to the partial question as he lifted his head to lock eyes with his son. "Do you want to know why? Huh? It's because of you!" Leo screamed out causing the boy's tears to fall more fast and furious.

"Dad please" the boy said trying to plead his case.

"NO! If you hadn't come in here making up stories about your brother than she would have seen the demon and she would still be alive. If it weren't for you, your mother would still be here" the man said choking on his words as he broke into hysterics while tightening his hold on the woman.

"I didn't know I…I…" was all the boy was able to say before sinking down to the floor and pulling his knees into his chest.

Suddenly blue orbs filled the air as Piper Halliwell's oldest son appeared, wearing a smile.

"MOM!" the boy cried out at the sight of his mother and father on the floor.

"How, what happened?" he questioned as tears now made their way down his face.

"A demon" came his father's brief reply.

"How?" the boy repeated.

"She was arguing with your brother and she didn't see him coming, she never had a chance to defend herself" the man replied angrily as his father shot an evil glance his way.

"Chris?" the boy asked pretending to be confused. "How could you? How could you let this happen to Mom? What was so damn important?" he continued playing on his siblings conscious as he walked over and bent down next to him, turning his back to his father..

"This is all your fault Chris, I'll never forgive you!" he said loud enough for his father to hear before leaning in forward with a smile and whispering to where only his brother could hear. "Do you want to know what I did Chris?" the boy spoke in a sinister tone.

"I told one of the members of my faction to kill her. You see I've been watching you Chris. I knew that you were telling her all those, nasty little things about me and I thought that it was the perfect time to off the bitch. Ha, the funny about this is that Mom believed you. She just didn't want to tell Dad until she was able to prove it and I couldn't allow that to happen so Mommy had to go bye-bye. So tell me Chris, how does it feel to know that if it weren't for you Mom would be alive?" he finished with a wicked grin.

All young Christopher could do was stare into his brother's cold blue eyes in disbelief as the sound of his father's cries echoed in the background.

End Of Flashback

"Chris?" a voice said bringing the boy out of his painful memory.

Turning to meet his brother's gaze the young witch could feel the years of hatred, rage and pain rise to the surface causing him to tighten his jaw line and fist as he got to his feet to stand toe to toe with his life long adversary. The boy was in an almost trance like state as he continued to look at this new version of his brother in the light of old. Every painful memory, every indignity, every difficulty that he had suffered at the hands of his brother came flooding back to him, clouding his sensing of right and wrong, replacing it with the need for revenge.

"Chris, are you ok?" Wyatt spoke cautiously as he looked the boy over. The look in his eyes and the intensity behind them frightened the man in ways he never thought possible. Never in his lifetime has his brother looked at him with such hatred and disgust. The sheer force of his brother's gaze mixed the amount of raw emotion made the man slightly lose his balance before things went from bad to worst.

"Bastard!" the boy yelled as he lunged at his brother knocking him backwards resulting in the two falling off the bridge and barreling down to the awaiting pavement below.