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Chapter 5 – Discoveries

A/N: I realized I didn't point it out sufficiently, this is the original future, I don't like to write about the changed one.

Another thing, I took some of Wyatt's thoughts a little out of my other story, "The terror inside my mind", but since no one reads that one, I figured it was ok.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything and rambling about that fact for pages will not change it.

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He turned his head, unable to look at the horrible abuse any further. He looked down and to his feet he saw the clipboard he had dropped shortly ago. His hand was shaking as he picked it up and looked at the time of death that was always noted in the left column.

He took a deep breath and looked at his watch. Only twenty minutes until his aunt's life was ended. He stared breathlessly at the seconds fading on his watch, each closing on to his aunt's death. This wasn't fair. She was a good person, it wasn't her time yet, she was only 41. Is fourteen an age to die?, a voice in his head asked but he chose to ignore it. This was not about him it was about Aunt Paige.

After some endless minutes Wyatt seemed to have finally got what he wanted. He left the part of the cave with a very, very sick grin and left Paige behind, lying on the bed he had been using, naked, sobbing into the pillow. He had apparently found joy in beating her, too, she had bruises everywhere. The sight of his aunt so helpless pushed tears into Chris' eyes. And he really couldn't believe his brother. How could he possibly do something as horrible as this? But in the man that had just walked away from the scene of his heinous crime he saw nothing left of the nice boy he had grown up with. This man was a cold-blooded murderer, someone who did the unthinkable to his own aunt.

When he saw her lying alone he desperately tried of a way to comfort her, to ease her pain, to stop her fate from happening, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't help her and he couldn't stop anything from happening. She didn't deserve to die. She should live a happy and nice life but now this was ending, by the hands of the boy she had proudly changed the diapers for once. Ended by the one she had always smothered with love and affection. And it meant absolutely nothing to him…

Just about ten minutes later Wyatt returned looking even more pleased with himself. In his hand he held an athame. One that Chris recognized. He had used it in the morning to kill the little innocent boy with. Wyatt lifted it over his head and…

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Paige felt so unbelievably horrible. Every inch of her body hurt and burned after her nephew's violation of her. She felt as if she couldn't move, she just clutched unto the pillow and sobbed, so many emotions fighting to get the best of her.

All the time she had tried to deny it, all the time she had tried to believe he was just in some teenage phase or something but now she was certain, this wasn't a phase, it was pure evil.

She could hardly get a clear thought, her mind spinning around the event. She desperately tried to get the image out of her head, his face while doing it, the sick pleasure and satisfaction evident in his features, the way he was laughing at her useless attempts to fight him off.

How could something like this had become of him? What had happened to her cute little nephew the eight-year old blonde trying to finally manage to ride a bike after having orbed all his life, the three-year old with chocolate stains all over his face who was giggling happily after finally having discovered how to open the cookie jar. There were so many happy memories with him, but now they were all being eradicated by the sick monster she had seen now.

Another tear streamed down her cheek when she thought of her words some weeks before. "I wish you were the one dead and not Chris" , she had yelled at Wyatt and now her words became even more true than they had already been. Chris had been such a warm-hearted person, always thinking of others first before he thought of himself, ever harming a soul and they had treated him as if he was nothing, not worth of their attention. They had hurt him so much and had cared for the emotionless monster that was here instead. She wanted him back. She had loved him always just hadn't showed it, which turned out to be a huge mistake. And now he was dead and she had got Wyatt instead. Oh her life would be so nice had it been the other way around.

She looked down at herself. She felt so dirty and unclean that she was being sick of herself. Was it her fault? Had she somehow encouraged him to do so? Oh these thoughts were making her head spin and she tried to clear her mind of everything but every time the horrible came flooding back in her mind. That her body was hurting was also not helping the process of not thinking about all this.

She was just trying to think of something, anything to keep her mind occupied with, any way to avoid thinking about this, when Wyatt came back to her sight.

The look he wore on his face was not that of pleasure and satisfaction anymore, instead he looked at her with a stone hard face. He walked closer and she saw an athame in his right hand.

How much worse can it get, she asked herself.

He lifted the knife over his head and the sick grin returned. She held up her hands in a futile attempt to shield herself from his attack, but when she felt the cold metal sinking into her body she screamed in agony.

He didn't stop there. Her scream even seemed to encourage him further. He stabbed again and again and she felt the shooting pain of every bit of it. She tried to defend herself but it was no use, he was a lot stronger than she was.

Her mind started spinning, she felt her control of her body slipping away and a welcome darkness surrounded her.

It only lasted for some seconds though. She felt a weird sensation running through her body and somehow the pain she had been vanished. She didn't exactly feel better, it didn't feel like being healed when the pain was replaced by a warm tingly feeling, but as if the pain was just gone.

She opened her eyes again and screamed when she saw Wyatt still standing over the bed with a broad grin on his face. He kept on stabbing her, but she didn't feel a thing of it.

In sudden realization she looked down at her body and lifted her hand. It was translucent.

Before she could even think about what this meant she saw another translucent hand grab hers. Suddenly the environment seemed to change. Wyatt and her own body vanished before her sight and the room seemed to have different colors, somehow more bluish and less colorful.

But that didn't get her attention that much. Instead she looked up to see who the hand that was still holding hers belonged to.

And it was the person she had least expected on earth. Thousand thoughts and emotions seemed to invade her head at once and she couldn't really process any of them.

So she followed her first instinct and did the thing that popped into her mind firstly.

She pulled him close and hugged him so tightly he would've had trouble breathing if he hadn't been dead. She just couldn't believe it, her little nephew, the one she had missed so dearly right here, right in front of her.

She patted his back trying to convince herself he was really there and she didn't dream some kind of dream.

In her completely overwhelmed state she tried to express everything she wanted to tell him right now, but instead she just babbled incomprehensible things. She wanted to say how sorry she was, how much she loved him and missed him, how much his mother loved and missed him, how they were all so sorry how it was their fault, but saying everything at once was hard.

Chris hardly understood anything she said. Something about being sorry and love he got, but nothing more and he didn't really get the context. But he was more startled at his aunt's reaction to his presence. Her nephew had just done the most horrible things to her and the only thing she thought about was hugging the other one?

She didn't want to let go ever. They had all not cared enough for him and she didn't want to make this mistake again. But after some time of her senseless babble he pulled away and looked at her with a very confused face.

"Aunt Paige? After what Wyatt just did the first thing you do is hug the angel of death?", he asked. Spoken aloud this sounded even sillier than it already did in his head.

She finally seemed to gain a little composure and took a deep breath. She tried to sort her thoughts. Then she looked at him again and said, "I'm so sorry for everything, we all are, you have to believe that, we love you, we didn't mean to hurt you the way we did, I know there's no excuse and everything. And then penny said you were in hell and we tried to save you but we couldn't get anyone to do something and we had no idea what to do and…", Paige rambled without really making any pauses. It was more clear than her babbling before, but still Chris really had to concentrate to keep up with her.

And he realized what she was talking about. He began to shake involuntarily, and he tried not to listen to her. He didn't want to go where Paige's words were taking him. Ever since his death he had tried to concentrate on what he was doing and had done his best not to think of what had caused all this. He totally refused to face all these emotions and bad memories.

And them being sorry was totally not helping. They hadn't cared at all about him when he was alive. And now that he was dead they cared? Did he kill himself to get their attention? No he hadn't.

But what had he not had in life to earn their attention and why did they give him their attention when he wasn't around anymore to enjoy it? This simply wasn't fair. Not fair of them but also not fair of the rest of the world.

Paige kept on rambling until she realized Chris wasn't really listening to her. Now why would he? They had let him down and it was just natural that he didn't want to hear her excuses. She looked at him "Chris, please, listen to me…", she started but he held his hand up to stop her.

He looked at her and said, "Please, I don't want to talk about it" It was just then that she realized that his eyes were red and apparently thinking about the situation caused him emotional pain. She stopped herself. "Ok", she simply replied and looked down.

"Let's get out of here", Chris said and grabbed her hand without waiting for an answer. He just didn't want to stay in this creepy cave that was somehow even creepier in the ghostly plane than in the human world. Of course in this place in the ghostly plane the horrible abuse hadn't happened but the surrounding came close enough to the one in Wyatt's cave so It was probably best for Paige not to stick around for too long, because now that he had stopped her from thinking about one topic she would definitely think of the other one, that was even more current then the first one.

So he transported both of them to the first place he could think of.

"It's beautiful here", was Paige's first comment when they rematerialized in a nice green meadow with lots of trees that looked somehow like a park. Little did she know that this was the place where Chris had died, but he didn't really care, it was a nice place and in the ghostly plane the body wasn't there. For a moment he thought about it. Paige knew what he had done so his body was probably not lying at this place in any plane anyway.

But Paige didn't seem to know what was so special about this place and he was happy about this. This was still a peaceful place after all.

He didn't say anything to her. Not because he didn't like her, but because he had absolutely no idea what was best to say in this situation. These things didn't happen on a daily basis after all.

"Are you ok?", he asked her hesitantly after a while of silence.

She looked at him and tried not to show how hurt she was and what she was feeling. She didn't know why she wanted to hide her feelings herself. Maybe because she didn't really know what to feel yet. She nodded but she couldn't help some tears rolling down her face.

Chris apparently sensed that she was holding back and looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. "You can talk to me", he said and put a hand on her shoulder. He could hardly even imagine what she was feeling. She looked at him gratefully and her tears started to stream faster. She sobbed and said, "I just don't know what to think. How could he do this? Why? How did he become this monster?" she leaned on his shoulder and sobbed while he patted her back. She was really going through something very hard right now.

"And I can't believe I'm dead", she whispered with another sob. Then suddenly a thought struck her. She looked at him in disbelief, as she remembered what he had said some minutes ago. "Angel of Death?", she asked and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Uh… well… yeah", he replied shyly. He really didn't want to explain the details and tried not to give a direct answer.

"but how", she asked breathlessly. She didn't understand this at all.

"Not so important", Chris said, carefully avoiding to tell. Because he had no idea if he could keep his composure if he told her. He didn't know if he could tell her about all the emotions, about the hard time he had, if he could stop himself from making her feel even worse by knowing were he had gotten once he started talking, so he didn't.

But then he realized that Paige was desperately trying to avoid the topic Wyatt and what he had done to her. But Chris just couldn't bring himself to tell her.

So they both stayed silent…

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As Wyatt orbed into the main parlor he began to think what he had done might've been a bad idea. Not the orbing, he always did that when his mother or aunts, oh no, now it was "aunt", singular were around, even though he liked shimmering a lot better.

But the problem was what he had done with his not-so-alive-anymore aunt. He didn't regret what he had done. He had enjoyed this very much, he had loved every second of it. He always loved to be superior if it was in magic or in love and the way she had been struggling underneath him had given him an indescribable feeling that was almost as if he was stoned or something. This feeling was just worth everything. And he still had a huge grin of his face. He was the most powerful. Not even a Charmed One was any match for him, he could do everything he wanted with her and she had no choice but to obey.

But after what he had done he had of course not had any other choice but to kill her. That had also been a fun thing to do. He didn't know why, but he like the feeling of warm blood flooding over his fingers, the feeling of ending a life with his own hands was almost as good as the feeling of superiority to everyone he usually had when forcing women to be his toy to do everything he wanted. The feeling of control.

That was again not something he regretted but he doubted that it had been an intelligent thing to do. Not the killing, but the part before. He would've done it anyway sometimes, his attraction to her had always been so strong and as he was the one with ultimate power he could of course do anything he wanted.

The point was. It might've been a stupid thing to do now. He should've waited a while until he was really ready to take on the Charmed Ones. In his plans the time were he would take them out would be the time he finally exposed himself, the time where he would take everything over.

His plans for this were extensive and pointed to the very detail. He had spent the last two years organizing the underworld to serve him. He had something most demons who had tried that didn't have. He had intelligence. The other demons had always wanted to diplay their power what was eventually their downfall.

He had taken over control very subtly, no one except for him knew everything about his intentions and plans, which was a good strategy in his eyes, because in the demon world he could trust no one. In fact he couldn't trust anyone in the mortal world either, but that didn't exactly matter for his plans. No demon really had any idea what was going on, or why they were suddenly starting to get order and were forced to comply. Some higher level demons of who he knew they wouldn't talk knew more than others, but he was always extremely careful with providing information because if for example the Charmed Ones knew he was behind this, they would not be too happy.

The reorganization of the underworld was a lot better than anything that had ever been there before. He was very proud of that. No demon or Darklighter or whatever other creature was left out and no one could escape from becoming one of his subordinates.

He had a big bang planned for when he would be exposing himself. He would not only expose himself as ruler of the underworld to the magical people, but to everyone. The first thing to do when he started the action was to get rid of the Tribunal and then of the cleaners.

And then he would expose magic to the world.

He knew the risks, he knew his aunt that he never met had died to protect this secret, but he believed people only did it wrong. If the mortals feared magic they would not dare to offend those who practiced it. And even if they would dare, they could easily be eliminated as a warning to others.

That way he wouldn't just rule the Underworld or the magical world but the entire world. He would essentially have control of the entire planet and even more. He would be the ultimate power everywhere. And that was his dream.

But of course once the Charmed Ones knew what he was up to they would try to stop him. He couldn't afford them standing in his way. They were the most powerful source of good magic and a factor to be calculated with. He didn't exactly know, if he could take it on with all three of them but he didn't have the desire to try. He had planned to get them out of the way when he was ready for everything.

Now was not that time.

He didn't have everyone in their position for the grand attack yet and he needed to be ready if he wanted to get this over fast. He didn't mind having a big war on his hands or something, because it was clear if there was one, he would win it, the problem was, it would definitely cost a lot of lives and that would mean he would have less people to rule. That wasn't that important an argument, and he knew it was silly, but he wanted to have the world rather intact when he took it over.

Now he had killed Paige. This had some advantages, he would not have the risk of taking on the power of three anymore, but the problem was, his other aunt and mother would know what he had done and what he was up to, he didn't want that to happen, because he knew the Charmed Ones were quite creative witches and if they knew they might figure out a way to reunite.

Unless of course they didn't know who had killed her.

Yeah, that was a good idea. He could just act as if nothing was wring and it wasn't him who killed her. Pretending that was quite easy, he had pretended to be on their side for over 10 years now.

That thought made him smile. Just then his mother entered the hall and asked, "What you're smiling about? And are you going to stay in the hallway forever?" She seemed to slowly begin to think a little less about her younger son's demise and was in a mood that didn't really fit the description "good" but it was not like it was bad either.

Wyatt then realized he had been so lost in thought he had stood in the hall for over twenty minutes. He quickly responded, "Just thought something nice."

Piper shrugged and went to the living room. "By the way, have you seen Paige?", she asked him. "She wanted to clean the kitchen today but she hasn't shown up yet", she added while she absentmindedly fingered the leaves of a potted plant on the table. Anything to keep her mind occupied.

"No I haven't", Wyatt answered and looked at the plant curiously.

"Could you sense for her?", she asked and looked at him as he picked up a bug off the leave and threw it on the floor.

"You know, I'm not that good at sensing", he replied shyly. He wanted to avoid a situation where he would need to sense for her because his sensing would obviously be spoiled by him already knowing where she was.

Piper stared at him. He didn't realize why for a moment, but then he remembered he had said something like this a little before she and dad had found Chris' corpse. Not wanting to upset her he added, "But I'll try"

He needed to be very careful with this, he couldn't be too unhelpful because that would make them suspicious but he also couldn't be too helpful, because that would be too much out of the ordinary and make them suspicious, too. This was really a complicated game to play.

You have no one to blame but yourself, a voice somewhere in the back of his mind said. And of course that bitch for being so sexy…

He had to keep himself from grinning and closed his eyes. He let his whitelighter senses reach out in search for her. He didn't even know if he could find her, but it didn't hurt to try. He even scanned that particular cave but he didn't pick up anything. Perfect.

He opened his eyes again and said, "sorry I can't find her" That wasn't really true but it was not a real lie either.

As he said that Piper got a very bad feeling in her stomach. This was just way to familiar in a very bad way. It had started the exact same way on the day when… No, she tried to calm herself.

This couldn't be like that, it wouldn't be. At least she hoped so.

"Paige", she called out, despite the fact she had done so quite many times before on that day. And like the other times nothing happened at all. Piper tried to suppress the nervousness she was feeling and called, "Leo"

He immediately orbed down. She hadn't talked to him a lot ever since what happened, but she had the feeling he hadn't gone up there ever since they found Chris. This made Piper really sad because when Chris had been alive he had always been there, now he was here and Chris wasn't around anymore. But Leo wouldn't be here if Chris was here. This was such an unfair situation for her son. It was just unfair.

She tried not to think about it when she felt tears well up in her eyes once again and instead focused on the topic at hand. "Would you please sense for Paige?", she asked in a casual tone to mask her fears.

He looked at her surprised but did what she asked. He, too, felt an unwelcome familiarity of this situation. When he reached out with his mind he expected to find her fast as he usually did, but he didn't pick her up. This made him nervous because ever since he became an elder his sensing ability had grown ever more sophisticated, and since he had that special whitelighter charge bond with the sisters he even picked them up when they were in the underworld nowadays but now there was nothing.

He concentrated harder just like he had done about a month ago. After endless seconds that felt like hours to him he finally got something. The signal was weaker as usual, but at least it was there. But he had been able to pick up Chris after his death, too.

"I got her", he said and tried to push the implications of this aside.

"Oh thank god", Piper said relieved. Probably everything was fine with her sister. It had to be. She didn't know if she could deal with yet another death in the family now and she had absolutely no desire to find out.

"Uh well I'll go upstairs", Wyatt said, hoping he could get back to his preparations now that he had pretended to help.

"No, you're coming with us", Piper said in a firm tone, just for the sake of disagreement.

He looked at her in surprise but then shrugged, "Whatever you say"

Piper grabbed Leo's hand and he orbed them both down. Wyatt waited carefully to orb after them so he wouldn't raise suspicion if he got there before them, since he wasn't supposed to know where Paige was.

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They rematerialized in the Underworld cave Wyatt had used to have his fun in.

Piper was startled by the darkness and her eyes needed some seconds to adjust to it. When they had finally adapted she could see some candles standing around some four poster bed at the far side of the cave. Since there was no light anywhere else Piper started to go there.

She had to admit, when they had orbed in this place her insecurity had gotten a big boost. What would Paige be doing in some Underworld cave? This obviously meant something was wrong.

While she was continuing to go there she saw something. The white sheets were covered in blood and someone was lying on the bed, motionless.

Piper almost felt her heart stop when she saw that. She prayed to some invisible force, Please let it not be Paige, please let her be ok.

Her prayers weren't heard.

She started to run, having the urge to check what it was and she noticed Leo running beside her, being as worried as she was. When she got there her world was once again shattered to pieces, even though she hadn't even rebuilt it yet.

There she was, her baby sister, covered in blood, her own blood with many wounds on her front. She was entirely naked and bruises in certain places told Piper something she couldn't believe.

"No", she whispered and tears began streaming down her face. "Not again"

She fell to her knees in front of the bed and started crying. She was shaking all over. She couldn't believe this all. What kind of monster would do this to her? To anyone?

Little did she know that this monster was standing right behind her, grinning at his mothers reaction.

Leo felt paralyzed. Without having real control he reached out his hands and held them over her body in the hope she might wake up if he healed her, but he knew it was too late. The golden glow had absolutely no effect on his sister-in-law and when he let his hands sink down his legs gave up their support of his and he found himself kneeling next to his wife.

His mind felt unable to process this. Someone had done the most horrible things to her and didn't even have the respect to cover her with something or take her somewhere but to leave her lying here like this. And he started crying, too. Another family member had left them.

Wyatt on the other hand thought some very different things. He examined the pattern of the wounds and was a little angry at himself. It looked so random. He had tried to do some pattern like a circle, of even a triquetra, but the bitch had struggled too much for him to concentrate on the pattern.

But then a thought crossed his mind. Why not practice, to improve his aim? He looked at the back of his mother who was totally breaking down beside the bed. She was totally defenseless and it would definitely be easier to take on with the power of one afterwards…

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Chris and Paige had not talked a lot. She had just sobbed on his shoulder and he had tried to find some soothing words. No one deserved what had happened to her and he felt so very sorry. He felt even more sorry than for his other charges somehow because they hadn't suffered this violation like she had. And not by the hands of their own nephew.

But when he was just beginning to think what to do now he saw his clipboard appearing beside him. He had left it in the cave without even thinking about it, but it appearing now meant he had a new charge to take care of.

He didn't want to leave her now, he knew she needed him, and in some way he needed her, too. Somehow, even though he would never admit it, her being sorry for how they had treated him gave him a little comfort. He knew he needed to talk to her, he wanted, needed to understand and he wasn't ready yet. But if he took over a new charge he would maybe never get the answers he needed. Something inside his soul desperately wanted to know why they hadn't cared, it needed to know if they hated him or something, but he couldn't ask these questions yet. If he let her go to the afterlife now, he knew he would probably not see her again.

Angrily he picked up the clipboard and glanced at the name.

What he read would have made his heart stop if it still had been beating. Shocked he dropped the clipboard in denial. No, this couldn't be true, it just had to be a bad dream, some crazy nightmare.

But it was no dream. There, in the line of the victims name, in black ink stood the words.

Piper Wyatt-Halliwell

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A/N: I hope this is cliffhanger enough to keep you guys on.

Personal thanks for those reviews that need them.

Teal-lover: Oh I thought I had already said that, it is the original future, otherwise Wyatt wouldn't be so bad.

Charmedtomeetyou: Creative, I have to say that! Lol This was a really funny review

Yaoifanboy: Yeah I think Paige is the best sister, too and Chris is my absolute favourite character on the show. Being mean to them is the way I show my affection ;)

Melissa-p: well I always try to make mean cliffhangers so the people keep on reading. But I guess this one doesn't make you feel any better, or does it?

Nikki14u: Oh I'm very flattered that you like the story, because I'm a huge fan of your stories. It really means a lot to me that you like it. (Oh I sound like such a suck-up, don't I? Well it's true)

Phoebe x-15: Hab wahrscheinlich dieses mal ein bisschen lange gebraucht zum updaten, aber ich hoffe du magst das Kapitel. Ob Chris noch ruhe und frieden findet… mal schaun ;)