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The Ties That Bind
Chapter Nineteen

His fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault - top of top.
Mount Kilamonjaro.
Breathing hurt.
Like the weight in his chest had manifested into a physical form.
His fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault -had to end it. One way to stop him screwing up.
His fault his fault his fault his fault -

Too much.

-

"Chris!" Caden screamed, her head cast to the ceiling and eyes tearing, "CHRIS!"
This could not be happening! Good was supposed to beat the bad! Not the other way around! "What're we gonna do!"

"Kalter, Kalise, Kalister! Freeze it pal!" Piper flicked her hands, fully expecting the recovering assassin to halt in his tracks.
He didn't -for reasons obvious to Caden.

"Mom he's a witch he can't be froze!"

Caden watched the sisters explode and orb things in Kalister's way, slowing him down at least for the minute. She watched and she toyed with the indecision.
Only Kalister was able to undo his spell, which was why he locked them all. They needed him alive and able to talk.
But, he was a big guy. And she was, well, wasn't.
But Chris wanted to die at the moment, curtsey of the spell.
But Kalister was a lot stronger.
But she had more power.
But Piper would think she was evil if she showed a power other than telekinesis.
But it was Chris.
Decided. It was Chris.

She built up a ball of lightening, the static electricity feeling comfortably at home in her palm and used her speed to, well, speed over to the assassin who was quickly sorting himself out despite the sisters best efforts. He wiped the blood from his head like it was nothing more than water.
And then he fell to the floor as the lightening connected and knocked him out.

-

Long way down. Surely far enough. Far enough for no more chances.

-

Piper couldn't believe what was happening. Chris was talking about committing suicide, it looked like Caden was part Lepricorn, and Kalister was suitably unconscious on the floor.

Chris.

"Leo! Can you sense him?"

Elder Leo, in all his glory, was as white as a sheet. He handed Wyatt to Paige who orbed away without a word, returning a minute later to inform them that she'd taken him to Darryl and Shelia's, but she got no response from Piper, she was too focused on Leo. She took his hand as if to strengthen the search. For all she knew it did, because he opened his eyes a breath later.
Oh God tell me you found our son…

"I think I found him. Almost. I can't narrow it down."

"Where? Where-ish?"

"Tanzania, Africa."

"Are there any tall places there?"

"Didn't you go to school?" Phoebe asked incredulously.

"Not for very long, no. Is there?"

"There's one very big mountain," said Piper,

"Quite famous actually." Paige drawled.

"That doesn't matter to Chris! If it's high up then that's where he'll be! We gotta go there!"

"Why?"

"Can you just go? Chris is in trouble dad!"

-

Chris felt the wind in his hair. Saw every memory he'd spent most of the time subconsciously trying to forget. He felt the biting sting of the air. Felt something missing.
He heard the blood splatter on his shoes again.
Chris tried to move his mouth, to get his jaw moving and voice box working but found it strangely unable to do so.
He saw the pleading look in Ben's eyes, the darkest of browns, after his twin was murdered: knew Ben couldn't live without his other half.
It was an energy ball this time, rolled around his fingers until he threw it with such power that, like his twin, Ben was nothing more than a memory.
Some things were fading. And those were the things that made the hole bigger. The minute differences between Ben and Brennan. There used to be seven, he was sure, but now… only two remained clear in his head -
A flick, and Brennan was gone. Blown into pieces too small to even splatter -

-something splashed onto his grey sneakers as he stepped through the threshold, at the same time a coppery smell tingled at the back of his throat.
Aunt Phoebe, for all her premonitions and psychic powers, was impaled on a table leg -

-Ben was nothing more than a memory.

He saw every little thing Wyatt ever did that clued them in to his moral compass: every little thing their parents ignored until it was too late. Every little thing he should have done to stop him earlier. Every little thing he should have done something about. But he hadn't and all this was his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault his fault -he heard the deafening anger in his father's voice as he screamed and shook him for not saving his mother. He saw the finally understanding gaze in his father's eyes seconds before he died for a last time.
He saw all the times he'd failed.
He felt the muscles in his leg move, taking off the final steps to stop him causing any more deaths.
He fell.

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Author's Note:

Review Thank You's and Replies To:
Raya Sparrow: Aw hun don't worry about it! Everybody is busy, including me!
Okay, so Wyatt isn't in the past, he sent Kalistr into the past in order to kill Chris. Lol, complicated i know, but i'm evil like that heheh.
Ooo you didn't, but thank you very much :D

Pruedence.Halliwell: how could i resist those eyes? here i am!

Sparkling Cherries: updating updating! ye-ah work is evil, lol.

TurNArounD: it had you in tears? really? cause i'm sorry if it did... though kinda proud at the same time in a bizarre way...

ilovedrew88: eheheeheheheeeheeheeeeeee

Queen of the Elven City: wooo! your reviews certainly do the same!

As Always (x2): Well hello! I like new reviewers.... well i like all reviewers actually :D yeah toying with people's (especially Chris') mind is so mean.... but so twistedly fun :D

Nemesis' Arrow: as long as you're having lots of fun then yes :D