Chapter 2
Dream
"Mommy please help me" the voice of a little boy cried out into the night air. "Please Mommy, make him stop! Don't let him hurt me again please!" the child called out again in a more panicked tone.
"I'm coming sweetheart" the mother's voice answered back.
"Hurry Mommy, please hurry" the small child's voice was barely auditable through his sobbing.
"Where are you honey?" Piper shouted as she searched the moon lit forest for her child youngest child.
"No, no, stop Wyatt. Please, please don't hurt me again. I'm sorry" the boy yelled.
Suddenly the woman came to a stop in front of two little boys. The seemingly older one had his sibling down on the ground and hitting him repeatedly as the mother froze in horror looking on.
"Wyatt, stop it. Leave your brother alone. He was just trying to help you. Your brother loves you, please stop!" the woman yelled before being magically hurled into a tree.
"MOOOOOOOM" the small boy shouted as the woman's bloody body hit the ground. The young child then ran over to the woman and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Please wake up Mommy, I'll be a good boy I promise" the boy sobbed into his mother's chest.
"Why did you do this to her Wyatt? Why did you hurt Mommy?" the boy questioned his brother. The older boy walked over to the pair with an evil grin on his face and responded to his brother's question
"It's all about power little brother, it's as simple as that" Evil laughed then filled the air as the picture faded to black.
End of Dream
Piper Halliwell nearly jumped out of her skin as she awoke from the horrible nightmare. She immediately ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water over her face trying frantically to remove the violent images from her head. Although she knew Wyatt was an only child something about the dream shook her to the core. Everything about it seemed so real.
From the blackness that surrounded the forest to the screams of the frightened child and the abuse that he was suffering at the hands of his older brother. The emotion and sheer force of it all had reduced the woman to tears. She then remembered the face of the younger child, even though she only caught one clear glace at it, she knew that she had seen that same face somewhere before but at her current state, there was no way she could possibly match it to the person that it belonged to.
"You have to stop this. It was just a dream, Wyatt's not a monster and besides he's an only child" she spoke to her image in the mirror.
Suddenly feeling the need to go see her child Piper made her way down the hall and crept quietly into her son's room. The woman looked down on the sleeping child in his current angelic state as her mind flashed back to the evil version of him that dominated her dream only moments ago. The child from the nightmare seemed so cold and driven by power, anger and hatred. Emotions that she hoped would never come from her precious little boy.
"Piper" a voice spoke. "Is everything ok?" the woman turned around to look into a familiar pair of green eyes.
"Chris" she said almost as if seeing the boy for the first time. "It's you" she continued as she made her way over to him.
"Yeah. Oh I suppose you were expecting Leo" the boy spoke in a saddened, child like voice.
No, it wasn't possible the woman thought. Her neurotic little whitelighter from the future couldn't be her son, there was no way. After all if he were family she would have sensed it especially if he was her son.
"No, I wasn't actually" she spoke in a soft tone.
"Anyway I could feel your distress so is there anything I can help you with? It's not Wyatt is it?" the boy questioned with a voice full of concern and fear.
"No he's fine. I just had a bad dream that's all" the woman said trying to convince her self.
"What happened in the dream?"
"Nothing, really Chris, I'm fine" she said brushing past the man and heading back into her room.
"Piper wait, you wanted to help me with my problems last night so let me help you with yours" the boy said with a slight smile.
"Thanks for the offer but I'm fine really" the woman replied.
"Ok then. I'll be upstairs if you need me" the boy spoke trying not to alert his mother to his raising anxiety.
"Ok" was all she could say as she watched the boy walk away and head up the attic stairs.
She stared at the spot where Chris had stood for a long while before regaining the use of her limbs. "Alright Piper get it together lady" she said as the haunted look of the boy from the dream replayed in her mind along side the look that her young whitelighter just held. She walked absent mindedly into the bathroom to start her day.
The oldest Halliwell sister turned on the water allowing it to cascade down her body. She watched as the clouds of steam rose to ceiling and stared aimlessly into the white fog as if searching for the answers to her questions, something, anything, that would tell her what her heart already knew. This scene would play on for quite a long time to come and the woman would repeatedly compared the two boys in her mind and continue to deny the link as painful truth came to her over and over again.
In the attic Christopher Halliwell was in a frantic state as he searched the book of shadows looking for anything that might assist him in cloaking himself from his psychotic older brother. Coming up empty the boy sighed deeply, laying his head on the book in defeat as his worried Aunts looked on.
"Chris, dude, what's the matter?" Paige questioned noticing the boy's weirder than usual behavior.
"Nothing" he replied rather too quickly.
"You're such liar Chris" his other aunt called out. "Come on, spill"
"I said nothings wrong, so just get off my back!" the boy yelled.
"Hey! We're just trying to help you Chris" the youngest sister responded.
"Well I didn't ask you for your got damn help so fuck off" the boy screamed once more.
"What the hell is your problem Chris?" Phoebe questioned.
"Your fake concern, that's what's wrong with me! You've all hated me and treated me like dirt since the moment I got here and now you wanna act like you give a shit" Chris shot back.
"Listen I don't know what's got you so stressed out but you really need to relax Chris" Paige warned.
"RELAX? Are you fucking kidding me? I have the source of all evil on my ass, which happens to be my big brother and you want me to relax" the boy answered back.
"Wait I thought you said Wyatt was the source of all evil" Phoebe said with an inquisitive look on her face as if she were trying to put together pieces of a puzzle. Chris simply shook his head and replied
"You guys have no idea what I've been through and I'm not about to sit here and explain it to you either. I'm just going to go and enjoy my last few minutes or hours here until he comes for me. Hey look on the bright side. You guys will finally be getting rid of your neurotic, annoying, all knowing, smug, smart-ass, useless, pathetic excuse for a whitelighter" the boy finished in a somber tone before orbing away as his stunned Aunts looked on.
Back at P3 Chris was hit with a wave of different emotions but fear was the most evident. The boy could feel the walls closing in on him as images of Wyatt trying to rape him entered his mind. How could someone he love turn into such a monster almost over night, he questioned as his heart raced at an inhuman speed.
"Damn you Waytt!" he shouted while throwing a table into the wall and causing several of his mother's glasses to shatter. His anger only intensified as he thought about everything that he had to go through in order to save his brother from his self. Leaving the love of his life behind, dealing with the torment of holding his mother at arms length and lying to her constantly, unable to tell her that he loved her or his aunts, making friends with demons, killing all day everyday without ceasing, being accused of various evil deeds and getting beat up by his own father, all for him, the brother that wanted to hurt him in the worst way possible.
Without warning the ground underneath him started to become unsteady as the room spun faster and faster until the boy collapsed on the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter. Chris threw his hands in the air and simply gave up.
"You win Wyatt. Do you hear me? You win. I swear you're so not fucking worth it any more" he giggled deliriously as he made his way to his feet. He then headed over to the bar and picked up a bottle of liquor on his way into the back office. Once he was seated at his mother's desk he pulled out a pen and piece of paper from the draw. After everything he had put his family through during his stay in the past he thought that they deserved to know the truth and since his brother would probably grab him and instantaneously return to the future, a letter was the only way to inform them of what is and what was to be.
"Here goes nothing" the boy spoke as he took a long sip of liquid and started to write.
Meanwhile in the future stood a leather clad Bianca as she waited in the shadows for her prey to arrive. Every since she pledged her allegiance to Wyatt the man was hell bent on having her prove herself by killing every single witch that opposed him whether there was proof of treachery or not. Although she didn't enjoy the kills she knew it was necessary to gain the evil dictator's trust. So she would grin and bare it, until it was time to bring her fiancé home.
"What's taking so damn long" the woman spoke out loud just as her target appeared. Instantly she shimmered out and appeared right in front of the man, plunging an athame into his gut. The witch cried out in pain as his assailant stabbing him yet again in the back.
"I'm sorry about this. I really am" Bianca said not necessarily to the person that she had just murdered but to Chris knowing that her fiancé would be less than thrilled with her actions.
When she was sure that the bleeding form in front of her was in fact dead, the woman cut off one of his fingers as proof of the kill before shimmer out.
"Here" she spoke as she reformed in front of her soon to be brother in law, throwing the evidence down in front of him. He looked it over cautiously before smiling admirably at his assassin's work.
"Extraordinary" the man smirked. "You know, you never cease to amaze me Binky. Tell me, was this witch easy prey for you" the evil being questioned.
"Every prey is easy for me" the woman responded much to her dictator's delight.
"Glad to hear it. Oh and just to let you know the potion and spell are almost ready for us to go and collect our disobedient loved one" the man continued.
"How much longer is it going to take?"
"What's the matter Binky, has it been that long for you?"
"Go to hell Wyatt" the woman shot back inciting laughter from the man.
"Wow you can be a real bitch when you're not getting any" he smirked. "Anyway Binky" the man said getting to his feet.
"I have a nice little surprise for you" "Oh really what would that be?" Bianca was barely able to finish her sentence before Wyatt's demons flamed in with the answer to her question.
"Mom" the woman whispered as she took in her mother's awful state.
"What did you do to her?" she shouted as she made her way over to the injured form.
"Nothing, yet. Did you really think that I would be stupid enough to take you at your word Binky? No, no I had to make sure that you wouldn't attempt to turn on me the second my baby brother made his return debut. After all, a man in my position can never be too careful" he said running his hand over the woman's hair.
"Damien, Brock, make sure our Binky's mommy is very comfortable while we're gone. I want her to have a blissful stay here at the You're Fucked Hotel" the man laughed.
"It's ok Mom, you'll be safe here until I get back" the girl spoke trying to keep an unbreakable look about her as she watched the guards hurl her mother off to one of Wyatt's holding cells. "How dare you? You sick, twisted son of a bi…" the woman was abruptly cut off as her face was roughly met with Wyatt's open hand.
"Watch it Binky I wouldn't say that about your deceased mother in law if I were you, unless you want to join her in the after life. Now that we got that unpleasantness out of the way, it's time to prepare for our little trip to the past" Wyatt spoke before roughly grabbing the girl's arm and flaming out.