Just let me die

Chapter 7 – Embarassed of my state

A/N: One of my reviewers gave me a pro/con list on this fic, and I'm really grateful for that. It told me some things to improve and I'll do my best to do so. I'll try to reread the other chapters and check them on spelling and grammar, that shouldn't be too hard. Bout the redundant lines, I'm always very annoyed by fanfics in that everything happens very fast and seems implausible, so I tend to write more, to make the situation understandable and logical. That way I probably begin to babble. About Wyatt, I never really planned on making him very understandable, but you're probably right. (Who says he doesn't have a mustache? Lol) But I'll do my best to make him a little less cartoonish and more believable in this chapter. (If anyone wonders, the reviewer was Nemesis' Arrow. Cool nick I think.)

So this chapter will portray Wyatt a little further. Don't worry I'm getting to Chris in good time, but I need to save my credibility first.

Disclaimer: No, I just learned buying the first season DVD Box doesn't give me the rights to Charmed. But it was worth a try, wasn't it? Anyway, the first season is a lot better than I remembered it to be. I truly recommend buying it, it's worth it.

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Wyatt watched the scene before him with a not moving face. He had looked forward to this all week, now he couldn't understand why anymore. He didn't really care about the massacre his demons were doing, he hardly noticed the many young children, men and women screaming and begging for mercy only to be slaughtered by some demon.

Truth to be said the scene in front of him was disgusting. He had had the hope that if he finally eradicated anyone who might have had something against him, he would get the satisfaction he was looking for. Now he knew he had been wrong.

He moved his butt in another futile attempt to put himself in a comfortable position. The throne he was sitting on was maybe impressive but it was designed by demons who had no bones, so they didn't have a very good feeling for ergonomics.

He began to be bored by the bloody event he was witnessing. He had the feeling he would have had a lot more fun if he had stayed with his family and shocked them with details about the future. He loved their reactions to all this, they were so shocked. If he told people from this time about the heinous crimes he committed they just nodded and changed the topic. They were used to it. The guys from the past weren't.

A new thought popped into his mind. Maybe their funny faces weren't the only reason for his wanting to stay with them.

No, he said firmly to himself. He didn't care about them, he didn't. But at least they were some company. People who wouldn't just jump out of a window if he asked them to. There was one thing he couldn't lie to himself about. He was lonely. Everyone was just following his orders, they feared him, his powers, his subordinates. But they didn't give a damn about him. Of course, that was just natural, why would they, if his favorite spare time activity was watching the slaughter of innocent people who just happened to have some weird connection to people who slightly didn't like him. But in reality no one liked him at all.

But now, that he had seen his family from the past, from a time where everything had still been possible he felt a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, telling him that these people used to care about him. That he used to have possibilities. He had thrown all the life he could've had away to become ruler of everything. Ruler of magic, ruler of the world, basically the one who had control over everyone

But was he happy?

He tried again to adjust to the chair that was really getting on his nerves now and he looked down at it. He had spent his entire life fighting for this, for ultimate power and strength, and now he had it, but now he realized that this didn't make him feel any better than before. This was what he spent his life to get it. But had he really wanted this? Had he really wanted his life to look this way? He honestly didn't know. He had everything and yet he couldn't free himself of the feeling that he really had nothing that was worth anything…

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From the instant she had entered the cell that was really giving her the creeps Phoebe had known who was sitting next to the opposite wall, carefully avoiding her gaze. She'd recognize this emotional pattern anywhere.

"What do we do now?", Piper asked in a hushed voice. She still couldn't believe she would raise her son to be such a cold emotionless asshole, but for now she needed to care about the rest of her family.

"I don't know", Leo said, while he looked at the bars separating them from the hallway, trying to figure out a way to break them.

Phoebe didn't care. She ignored her family and walked over to the figure hidden in the shadows. He turned his head and looked at her.

She was relieved that he didn't look as bad anymore as he did when they found him. Sure, he was still very thin and had scars on his face and was still pale, but at least he was moving on his own and he wore clothes now. She refused to pick up the same thought that Wyatt had had, when he believed that was disgusting, but she felt better now that she could look at him without invading his privacy.

She sat down next to him and asked softly, "You okay?"

At this he would've laughed out loud if he had been in the physical condition to do so. That question was just way to stupid. He shot back, "Do I look that way?" He felt a little embarrassed at how weak his voice sounded but then again it was a good sign that he cared again. And he was grateful for Phoebe's question because it showed him a long lost quality of his again. His sarcasm wasn't lost.

"Oh well, yeah stupid question", Phoebe said and blushed a little. She felt guilty about his state. After all they could've prevented him being treated this way if they had just met the point in time better.

The moment he had spoken the others in the cell had realized that not just anyone was their roommate but the person who was the reason for their presence here.

"Why did you come?", he asked and cursed himself again for sounding so weak. They were used to the neurotic freak who had an answer to everything. He wasn't really comfortable with them seeing him this way.

"To help you", Paige said and came closer.

"Thanks I guess, but then why did you wait so long?", he asked and knew he wasn't fair. He should be grateful for them being here at all, it had indeed improved his situation, but he needed answers.

Now it was Paige's turn to blush, "Spell went a not quite the way it was supposed to", she mumbled and bit her lip in embarrassment. It was her spell that had gone wrong.

"I see", he said.

The others remained silent, not quite knowing what to say. He didn't know anything either. He didn't want to talk about what had happened over the course of the last years and he didn't even know how many years they were, and he had absolutely no idea what had happened in the outside world ever since he had gotten back from the past.

"What do we do now?", Leo asked trying to break the silence. He felt quite bad about the way he had always treated the young whitelighter. Or, well, half-whitelighter. After all he had tried to prevent this future from happening and he had always distrusted him and even threatened to kill him once.

"I don't know", Chris said with a sigh. He noticed that he hadn't really talked to anyone except Bianca's head for the last few years. The Charmed Ones were the first ones he was talking to after a long time of having no partners for conversation.

"We need to get out of here somehow", Piper said determinedly and looked at her husband. "Can you orb?"

He closed his eyes for a second and concentrated. When the familiar feeling of dissolving didn't come he opened his eyes again and shook his head.

"No one gets out of Block C", Chris said in a low voice, repeating words someone else had told him a long time ago. When he had been here for the first time Wyatt had said this to him with a lot of pride in his voice. That had been even before Chris had traveled to the past, long before that. But the words had burned themselves deep in his mind.

"What's up with this block C?", Paige asked confused. She was aware that it was probably where they were now, but she didn't know what should be so special about it.

"It's a place to trigger fear in the victims with. It's where the prisoners are put before going to the torture cells", Chris said and looked at them sadly.

"You don't think he would put us there, would he?", Piper asked terrified. How much worse was this day going to get?

"All I know is, he put you here", Chris answered with hanging shoulders.

"That's bad!", Phoebe said and felt really afraid now.

"Oh really?", Chris snapped before he could hold onto himself. Why had these guys wondered about him being neurotic in their time, he had grown up with her around, what other possibility than going crazy was there?

Phoebe blushed again, realizing she was not really the brightest light today. But who could blame her?

They all sat in silence for a while not really knowing what to say or do. There were so many questions they would've liked to ask Chris, but even though his sarcasm seemed to get online again slowly, they were all really worried about his weak state and didn't want to upset him. And another thing was, that they didn't really want to make him talk about what had happened to him over time. Their own imagination was quite enough, they didn't need to hear the details and they didn't want him to relive all the bad memories that were most likely attached to all this.

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Several hours later they were not a bit smarter and only more hungry tired and scared. Because this place really did a great job on its purpose. It made them very anxious about what was going to happen to them.

They hadn't talked a lot but no one cared about that anyway.

When they all had the feeling more waiting would kill them, they heard a familiar voice from the floor.

"Where the hell is that damn key?", Jennifer shouted. They knew it was her before they even saw her.

She ran past their cell furiously and yelled, "Eduardo!"

Almost immediately he flamed in and bowed to her. "How may I help you, lady?"

"Cut the crap", she snapped and he straightened his back immediately.

"I'm supposed to take the new prisoners, but the damn key is gone!", she continued and glared at him.

"Oh, I see", he said and searched his pocket hastily, while she observed him with crossed arms, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Here it is", he said and handed it to her. She immediately snatched it out of his hand and asked, "And why was it in your filthy pocket and not at the board where it was supposed to be?"

"I forgot…", he began and looked at his feet.

"'Some people have work to do, you get that? I don't like being assigned to be the nanny to some prisoners, but I'm really pissed off when some low-level demon like you keeps me from doing it", she stated while he seemed to shrink in front of her.

She cleared her throat and looked at the Charmed Ones, Leo and Chris who were all watching her.

"I have the order to take you out of here", she said and used the key to open the gate. "and unlike some people I follow my orders", she added with a glare towards Eduardo.

"I… I have some stuff to do", he stuttered and flamed away, glad to be able to get away from that bitch.

She just snorted at the demons departure and looked at the prisoners. "What are you waiting for? Get up", she ordered and held the gate open.

The Charmed Ones and Leo stood up, but Chris remained on the floor, assuming he was not included in the others fate.

He was apparently wrong, because Jennifer pointed her finger at him and said, "You too"

So he got up, too, an activity that he hadn't done in a lot of time. He knew he was quite weak and as soon as he stood his legs trembled underneath him.

Phoebe saw that and came to his aid. He was again feeling embarrassed that he needed her help but was at the same time grateful for her help.

Jennifer just ignored this completely and waved for the group of them to follow her. She walked down the same way that she had chosen to come in with.

That's odd, Chris thought while he followed her, Torture cells are the other way.

And this girl had something familiar, too, just like her sister he had the feeling he knew her from somewhere, he just couldn't pinpoint from where.

But the knowledge that they were not going to the torture cells made him feel very uneasy. What if they were headed someplace worse?

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TBC (maybe)

A/N: I know the chapter's bad, I'm probably gonna change it again, not the content, but the way it is written, it just sucks. But please review anyway.