Chapter 13

"Chris, what's wrong? Did something happen?" the boy continued as his brother took another step in his direction. The look on his face was unlike none he had even seen before. The loving and caring nature of his brother seemed to have disappeared under and cold, malice and hateful gaze that was now being thrown in his direction.

"I did what you asked Wyatt. I killed them. I killed them all just like you wanted me to"

"What are you talking about Chris, I never asked you to kill anyone" the man said while backing away from his brother's advancements.

"All of the witches are dead, even the children just like you requested"

"What? I don't know what the hell's going on Chris but you need to snap out of it. NOW!"

"Their blood is on your hands Wyatt. You did this. You had me torture and kill all of those people, all those children just so you could have all the power. So how does it feel to know that you're a murder? That you turned your brother into a murder. Uh? Tell me. How does it feel all mighty twice blessed one" the boy said as he grabbed his brother by the arms as tossed him backwards.

"I didn't do those things! Whatever or whoever's controlling you Chris you have to fight them. Don't let them win, it's not real. None of this is real"

"Ha! Oh what's wrong Wyatt, can't face what you've done to the world, to me, to your own family?"

"Damn it Chris I haven't done anything to anybody! I'm good now. I'm not the monster you grew up with. I'm good. I am. I'm good" the man repeated over and over again trying to convince both himself and his brother.

"GOOD! NEVER! You're evil Wyatt. E-V-I-L, evil and I hate you for it. I hate every got damn thing about you!"

"You don't mean that Chris. I love you and I know you love me so please, just fight whatever spell it is that you're under. Please little brother, you have to trust me" the man said as he extended a hand for his brother to take, hoping that his touch would help bring his sibling back to reality just as it had before.

"Trust you? The man who murder his own mother and aunts? NO! The sight of you makes me sick!" the boy said in disgust as he pushed his brother's hand away.

"You don't mean that" a destroyed Wyatt spoke as he tried to take his brother in his arms to show him that he was not the evil tyrant of the old time line.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! What part of I hate you do you not get? You are evil Wyatt. You were born evil and you will die the same way. If you don't believe me go take a look in the mirror. It never lies" replied fake Chris as he grabbed his brother and placed him in front of the mirror.

"No, it can't be" the man said as he took in his new appearance. There he was wearing a sick, twisted smile on his face dressed in all black from head to toe. Nothing about the image before him was familiar to the boy. This version of him had no soul and his eyes that were once an ocean blue were now as black as midnight and devoid of any feelings or emotions. It became painfully clear that this man was evil personified.

"This is who we are Wyatt. This is who we were always destined to be. Powerful, dominate and feared. Can you feel it? Can you feel the waves of power pulsing through your veins? It feels good doesn't it?"

"I'm stronger than you. You're weak. You let the power corrupt you but I won't" the man spoke despite the incredible power rush he was receiving. He was fighting it as hard as he could not only for his sake but the sake of his family as well. He couldn't let evil win, he couldn't let them all down. Not again. Not after everything his brother went through.

"Just let go Wyatt. You know you want to. Come on, call for it. Call for Excalibur and rule the way we were always meant to" the image spoke.

"What do you have to lose Wyatt? I already hate you, so why don't you make the transformation complete. Besides once you do that I'll have no choice but to remain by your side, after all no one wants to go against absolute power. Not even me. Face it big brother once you have Excalibur no one can stop you"

Without thinking the man called for the legendary maker of kings. "Excalibur!" he yelled into the air causing the sword to form in his awaiting hands. "No" he said as the realization of what he had just done began to sink in.

"Yes, that's it. Let the power roam through you. Don't fight it, we're so close to getting what we want and soon Chris will join us and see things our way. It won't matter that he despise us as long as he remains by our side that's all that counts"

"Yes, that's all that counts" the man replied with a smile on his face that mimicked the image in the mirror.

Suddenly the man's clothing changed from his usual blue jeans and crisp white shirt to a well fitted black T and matching black pants, becoming every bit of the man that he had been trying so hard to fight since the beginning of his nightmare.

"Umm" the man exhaled deeply as his transformation became complete. "I could get used to this" he smiled wickedly as he once again became lost in his mirror image.

Downstairs

"What is taking him so long?" Piper asked for the sixth time as she, her husband and her second son sat anxiously awaiting the arrival of the older Halliwell boy.

"He's such a pretty boy. He's probably checking himself out in the mirror for the thousandth time. Don't worry I'll go get him" the boy smiled as ran up the stairs to collect his brother.

"I hope nothing's wrong" Leo spoke as an uneasy feeling came over him.

"Of course everything's alright. You heard Chris Wyatt has an obsession with the mirror"

"I would too if I looked like that" Phoebe replied causing all in attendance to look her way.

"Ok am I going to have to keep an eye on my nephew every time you're around him you big pervert" said a disgusted Paige inciting laughter from the boy's parents.

"HEY!"

Upstairs

The closer he got to the room the more his instincts told him to run in the other direction. Something was horribly wrong and he could feel it. The hairs on the back of his neck rose with anticipation and fear of what he was going to find the second that he opened his mother's bedroom door. Taking a deep breath he braced himself for the worse as he put his hand on the door and turned the knob.