Frustrated
Chapter 3 – Psychopaths
A/N: I don't really know what to do with this chapter, or the next one or whatever comes after that. But I do know how the entire story is going to end. At least that's planned through.
Another thing, I'll be fifteen tomorrow, I'm so looking forward to that!
Disclaimer: It's weird huh? I write so much fanfiction and I still don't own Charmed. Well, the ways of the world are really strange sometimes.
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"Fine", he said in a voice bare of emotions and put his hands up in a non threatening way. "Go ahead"
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Everyone in the room stared at Chris in shock. But the person most shocked and most disbelieving was his brother.
Wyatt stared at the younger man with wide eyes. He had expected any reaction, some kind of stupid good vs. evil explanation about saving him from "turning", maybe begging for his life or at least being shocked, but not acceptance.
"What?", he asked after a short pause and kept on staring at his brother who just wore a disinterested look on his face. Wyatt was aware that his voice sounded a lot less menacing than it had some moments before, but he couldn't help it. "Are you a little psycho?", he added.
Some people had the problem that they never knew the right responses to something in the right moment and always beat themselves up afterwards about not having found a sarcastic answer on the occasion. Chris Halliwell had the opposite problem. He always knew the right answers and couldn't keep himself from saying them in moments where it was better for his life not to say them.
Such as now.
"Me? Psycho?", he repeated and before he could stop the words from flowing out of his mouth. "I'm not the one who fucked his aunt!"
At these words Both Phoebe and Paige gasped in horror. They had no idea what that was about, but the idea of fucking their nephew was not a pleasant one.
Wyatt looked at him now in mild surprise. "You know about that?", he asked in a lot more casual tone now. "That was fun, wasn't it?" The former smile found its way back on his face.
Chris just glared at his older brother in disgust, "No it wasn't"
"What did he do?", Phoebe asked in shock. She had already heard the words, but she could not grasp their meaning. It was just way too sick for her to really understand.
"Oh shut it bitch, no one wanted you to talk", Wyatt said and shot her an annoyed glare. He waved his hand at the entire family standing on one side of the attic. Immediately they were all frozen, except for their heads.
"That's a nice little trick I taught myself. That way they won't interrupt our conversation but they won't miss any given information", Wyatt explained to Chris and smiled proud of himself.
"So, I realize there are four people from the future here three of which should be dead, but only two are dead", Wyatt stated casually. "So the question is, why is the third of them alive?"
He was only talking to Wyatt for 2 minutes now and Chris was already very annoyed by his older brothers behavior. He let out a sigh and said "Well, how would you know whether I was dead or not, I thought you didn't give a shit"
"Language Chris, what would your mother say?", Wyatt asked rhetorically, but went right on. "It's just that the last time I saw you I was pretty sure you were a rotten corpse"
Chris flinched at that phrase. That had always been something he had not been too eager to think about, because it was just way too disgusting. He decided to go with sarcasm to answer that. "Charming as ever Wyatt, you really have a talent for that"
Wyatt smiled and nodded. "Thank you, happy to be of service", he responded. He was really enjoying the look on his little brother's face at the mention of his being a rotten corpse. "And, well, it was not my fault you were a rotten corpse, you got no one to blame, but yourself. The question is, since you became so eager to become one, why are you alive now?" He said that with real interest, but more out of curiosity than because he cared.
These words hit something in the back of past Piper's head. She couldn't really put her finger on what it was, but she had the feeling as if buried inside this last sentence was an important piece of information that would help her to see the situation a lot more clearly if she just realized what it was. But as hard as she examined the sentence, she had no idea what that could possibly be.
"Oh, believe me, I didn't have the desire to become alive again", Chris reassured his brother. He didn't even know how he could make such a relaxed conversation with the man who had caused the world more grief than even Hitler or how he could discuss a topic this wrong with someone like that.
"Oh is it comfortable to be a rotten corpse?", Wyatt asked with an interested look on his face and a huge false smile. He always loved to intimidate people to prove himself how superior he was compared to them, but seeing what kind of look the phrase rotten corpse caused on Chris' face was really priceless and a lot better than yelling at random demons just for the sake of yelling.
"Could you drop that corpse thing?", Chris finally asked. He had to take a deep breath to keep himself from vomiting all over the attic floor. This was something he never even wanted to think about, let alone discuss.
Wyatt had a look of disappointment on his face and sighed theatrically. "Okay"
"Thanks", Chris said in a low voice, while he was still glaring at the man in front of him.
"So, back to the point, I was surprised to hear from you again years after your death, but then you only come back to once again prove you're a real pain in the ass", Wyatt declared. He said with a glare towards his younger brother who didn't care about that at all. Now they were finally off the territory of mocking each other, or rather Wyatt mocking Chris, this was serious now.
"So what?", Chris asked without being impressed.
"So then I decided to come here and make you pay for all the trouble you caused", Wyatt stated coolly. He shot a disapproving glance towards the rest of the family who were watching the two men confusedly. His look stopped on his future mother and father. "Pathetic how the people try to support your futile mission."
"I never asked for their support", Chris said no less coolly than his brother. The look he shot his parents was one of ice.
Future Piper would have almost started crying again, as she saw both he baby boys glaring at her. Why had everything gone so wrong? How could all this just have turned out that way?
The boys ignored their mother's inner struggle and glared at each other again.
"Well, it's your fault I'm here, isn't it?", Chris asked rhetorically. "If you hadn't screwed up the world there would be no need for me to do this"
Wyatt snorted at this. "Screwed up the world? Me? Chris you're just as stupid as these guys were. I didn't screw it up I improved it. Magic is free now, finally everyone pays the magical community the respect it deserves", he explained. How could his brother not appreciate this? He was maybe pretty powerful, but definitely way to stubborn to ever be of use to him.
"Well, you did all that at the expense of innocent lives. Millions of them", Chris retorted. Didn't his brother had the least bit of morality? But deep inside he knew there was nothing like guilt in him.
"Innocents!", Wyatt snapped. "That's all you guys care about, isn't it? To save some stupid strangers who would never do the same for you. Who would die someday anyway. I mean, where's the point in saving these people, if they die of some disease or natural causes in some way anyway?"
"That's not the point!", Chris yelled back angrily.
"Then tell me what is the point?", Wyatt shouted and shot his brother a glare that was harder than anything any of his demons ever faced. This guy was just so stupid. So blind.
"Prolonging their lives. What if you save a girl from being the next of some creepy demon? When she's an adult she could have a big family, by saving her we're saving all of these people", Chris declared. Why didn't his brother understand all this? That way everything they ever learned from their family, these basic principles were the most cherished thing of their family tradition.
"Yeah ok, then why do you have to hide? Why do you have to pretend like you were normal just like everyone else? Why do the people who do so much for these stupid innocents have to keep them from knowing they exist? They should all worship you as heroes after all you did for them, but no, if they knew they would hunt you with torches and pitchforks. Am I the only one who sees something wrong with that system?" Somehow Wyatt was happy for this opportunity. He had never really explained what he believed about all this to anyone. No wonder they didn't understand what he did.
"Well, maybe there is something wrong with that system", Chris admitted. The speech of his brother had had some truth to it. "But the way you implemented your system was even more wrong than the original one."
"What? I needed to get the cleaners out of the way so they don't erase my actions, I had to get rid of the Tribunal, so they didn't create new cleaners. I had to get rid of the elders so no new Tribunal could be founded, it's all logical", Wyatt explained. He didn't even know why he was justifying himself in front of his younger brother but somewhere he just had the desperate need to make him understand. He didn't even really know why.
"That was no reason to kill all the whitelighters. Or your family for that matter", Chris shot back. He saw absolutely no point in arguing, because he was wide aware of the fact that neither he nor his brother would ever convert to the other's point of view, but some stupid irrational part of his conscience needed desperately to try.
The same part that clutched to the pointless hope he could stop his brother from turning evil.
"That was…", Wyatt started at the loss of words for a moment. "It was necessary, either side would have tried to stop me, had I left them alive."
"Whitelighters are pacifists", Chris yelled back.
That was definitely a good point, but Wyatt would never admit that. "Even the most peaceful beings can turn to love war if they're offended", he defended himself. "And if killing the elders didn't offend them then I really don't know what would."
Past Piper knew she was about to faint. She knew that this man was her little baby boy, the one that was currently sleeping peacefully a floor below. But hearing all these words from his mouth told Piper how right Chris had been when he had told them about Wyatt turning evil. She failed to realize that her son could turn into that thing standing before her, having done all these heartless things. She suddenly felt a lot more respect for Chris than she ever had. Finally she understood the importance of his mission.
"Talking to you is pointless", Chris exclaimed at last. He was tired of listening to his older brother's words. That guy simply didn't have a spine.
"Maybe it is", Wyatt snorted back. He had the feeling he was talking to a wall. He decided to drop the conversation. He had better things to do than arguing above this good vs. evil thing. If you really wanted to cover that topic it could take days and Wyatt didn't have that much time. He glanced to his watch. In about 70 hours his spell would automatically take him back to the future. He needed to have done everything he came for within that time, otherwise he would need to make another trip to this time and he wasn't really sure if that spell would work twice.
So he decided he needed to focus on what was important, not this rubbish. "You know", he said, changing the topic. "I could just kill your mother, before you're born. That would undo all the future damage you did", He added with a smirk. That was probably a good plan. He only needed to figure out a way how to kill his mother, she was after all a Charmed One, and currently twice in this time. That could pose a problem.
"No you couldn't", Chris simply said, now with a small smile on his lips.
"Why not?", Wyatt asked startled. Was his brother asking for him to spare his life? And if so, why would he do that smiling?
"Because", the younger Halliwell began, "Assuming you would do that, I would not exist, right?"
Wyatt nodded with narrowed eyes. That was the whole point, wasn't it? He wondered where his brother was going with this.
"So I would not be there in the future and not travel to the past", Chris continued. He concentrated on talking slowly, so his brother would understand all of it. He was powerful, and not exactly stupid, but Chris really doubted Wyatt was very familiar with time travel theory, seeing as he had never planned to do so himself if Chris hadn't gotten along.
"So?", Wyatt asked with a raised eyebrow, beginning to be slightly annoyed by his brother's behavior.
"So there would be no reason for you to travel to the past. So no one would be here, resulting in no one killing my mother. That would mean I would be born the way I was supposed to. So a new timeline would start to exist, where I, again, live. Then I would doubtless choose to go to the past again, which would mean you would again see the reason to follow me, where you, again, would have the brilliant idea to kill my mother, which would again result in a timeline without me, where you again would not go to the past, which would create yet another timeline, where I was again alive, making you go to the past and kill my mom, thus eliminating me, thus creating the next timeline without me, making you not go back, making me exist again, which results in you making me not exist again, creating – you guessed it – another timeline without me and you not traveling back making me –" Chris said before finally being cut off by Wyatt.
"Stop!", he yelled beginning to develop a light headache. "What's your point?"
"Oh all that is the point. Short version, if you kill her, you would be trapping everyone involved and possibly the entire rest of the world in an eternal time loop", Chris explained with a triumphant smile on his face. He has spent ages researching all this and it hadn't done him very much good so far, but just seeing the completely confused expression on his older sibling's face made it all worth it's while.
"Ok", Wyatt said very slowly. "Then I'll just think of something else" He was feeling as if a bulldozer had run over him with this load of information printed on its wheels. He hadn't even known Chris could talk so fast and much.
He decided not to think about it anymore and change the subject to one where he again had the upper hand in discussing. He turned to his motionless family and walked towards his favorite aunt.
"I think the orange looks gorgeous on you, auntie Paige", he said in a low voice and stroked a loving hand over her hair. He enjoyed the horrified look on his face when she drew the conclusions his statement made her see.
He leaned closer towards her and whispered, "That's right, you're the one I love the most. And I will never forget the day I showed you that. I'm sure you won't, either" He smiled when he thought of that but the disgusted and scared look on his aunt's face was almost better than the act itself. He enjoyed the feeling of power it gave him to see her helpless like this, when all of his family had to watch motionlessly.
All of his family except for one. "Step away from her", Chris commanded in a low voice.
That made the situation even more funny for Wyatt. He stepped even closer to her so she could feel his breath on her skin, only to tease his brother.
It made Chris sick to no end seeing the way Wyatt behaved. And the look on Paige's face was even worse. Chris waved his hand and slammed his older sibling telekinetically into the closest wall, away from the helpless woman.
Paige sighed in relief. Wyatt recollected himself off the floor and looked at his brother, but he didn't feel offended. In fact he was very relaxed even though the wall had been very hard. Now he had the situation under control again. "Now, now Chris, I was merely remembering old times", he said playfully with an unbroken smile.
Chris' only answer was a glare. How could anyone be as sick as his brother? He was probably asking himself that for the hundredth time, but he wasn't closer to an answer.
"You know what? That felt really good", Wyatt said. And it did. Slowly an idea was growing inside him. "It totally reminded me of what it was like, when I took over control of the world. That were nice times", he said more to himself than to anyone else, but he was careful they could all hear what he said.
His smile grew wider and he looked his brother in the eye who returned the gaze with a frozen face.
"I think I'm going to do that again", he declared calmly. He had to stop himself from giggling when he watched his words take impact on his younger brother. He continued talking. "Make all the demons worship baby me would definitely be a challenge. I think I'm going to do that. See you around" And without another look back he shimmered out.
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Chris stared at the spot where his brother had just been. That was just way too much for one day. He groaned in frustration and ran down the stairs leaving all the others behind in the attic. He wasn't really sure why he used the stairs and didn't just orb out, but he felt the movement help him to deal with the frustration.
He was down the second chair and down in the ground floor, when he heard a familiar voice calling out behind him. Someone he was definitely not wanting to talk to right now. "Chris?", the voice called.
He turned around and glared at the person behind him. "What?", he snapped.
"Is it true?", past Leo asked. He had a distressed look on his face and desperately needed to hear the confirmation out of the young half-whitelighter's mouth before he could deal with any of this. "Is my son going to kill himself?" He was thinking about that a lot more than even the part of what Wyatt was going to do to Paige. He simply couldn't believe it.
Chris stared at Leo for a moment in total disbelief. That was his question? Now? "First, that's not the issue right now, second, why don't you ask your future self? I believe he would be a lot more trusted information source than me", he yelled angrily.
Leo felt cornered. He couldn't ask his future self, but he could not tell Chris why. It was just too embarrassing for him to tell him that. "Yes, but…", he replied, unable to finish the sentence.
But Chris understood anyway. The realization hit him suddenly and he couldn't help but think how truly pathetic that was. "You think he would lie to you. You think you wouldn't admit something like that to yourself, because it would make you feel like a complete failure", he stated, knowing he was right.
Leo just nodded, unable to answer that. He just didn't think his future self would have the strength to admit it, if it were true.
Chris snorted. His father was just ridiculous. "Yes it's true. Happy now?", he asked without expecting an answer. "Or do you want to make more pointless questions to distract me from trying to keep your older son from screwing up the world, again?"
Leo was startled by Chris' hostile behavior, even though he knew the younger man had every reason to act that way. He shook his head, still unable to form any words.
"Good, because I'm going to stop him from that now", Chris declared and orbed out.
The moment he was gone, Leo sunk down to the stairs. He had feared Chris would say yes. He felt the tears running down his cheeks. The future was a complete disaster, and he had absolutely no idea, what to do about it.
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Wyatt smiled as he looked down on the small demon girl standing in front of him, watching him closely. She looked no older than 14 or maybe 15, but Wyatt was no fool and he had long learned that things were not always the way they appeared, and especially female demons tended to look a lot younger than they really were. He knew this girl was fairly over 50. Or at least he thought so, you could never be entirely sure with demons.
"Why would I do that?", she asked skeptically.
"Because he needs to die or else the future of all evil is at stake", Wyatt explained slowly. He had just told this girl she needed to kill his younger brother.
"And I'm really supposed to believe you are the future source of all evil? I'm supposed to believe you are that powerful and can't even kill some lousy whitelighter on your own?", she demanded. She was not very eager to believe Wyatt, he could see that.
"Oh I assure you, I could, if I wanted to, but unfortunately I don't have the time. I've got an underworld to conquer and can't let myself be distracted by killing some whitelighter. I'm sure you're going to do a nice job on this assignment", Wyatt said. He didn't tell her, that he had less than three days here to conquer the Underworld. That was his own thrill.
He had goose bumps, but fortunately the demon girl didn't see that. He was as excited as a small child beneath the Christmas tree. He felt alive the way he hadn't for many years now. He finally had something to do again.
He didn't want to complain, it was nice being the ruler of the world and everything, but it was very dull for him. He loved to think of the time, when he had taken over control when he had still really worked for accomplishing things. By now everything just went the way he wanted it, he gave an order and everyone obeyed. That was just way to easy for his taste. He liked it to work for getting something out of it, but in the future he got everything he wanted. That wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing things yourself. He was thrilled by the challenge he had posed himself. He knew he needed to stay realistic, of course. He would not take over the entire world just now, but he was going to make the entire Underworld worship his baby self. That was an amusing thought for him. And it would make things easier for him when he was sixteen and took over control. He knew he was making the control thing more boring for himself that way, but at the moment his entertainment came first.
The demon girl looked at him, and shrugged. "Well, yeah, whatever. Do what you want. I'll kill the stupid whitelighter for you, but only if I'm paid properly", she said. She didn't really care who gave her the assignment, as long as it benefited her.
Wyatt sighed and said, "If you're successful you're going to get the power to fly. Happy now?" He would have explained to her why exactly she needed to worship and respect him, but he didn't have the time for that right now. So he felt content that she was going to do what he hired her for.
"Very", she replied with a smirk.
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Chris watched his brother talking to the demon girl from a place behind a rock. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. Great. Not only did he have to stop his egomaniac brother from taking over the world yet again, but now a demon was going to kill him, too. As if he didn't have enough to do on this day. Once again he regretted even having gotten out of bed this morning.
He froze when he saw Wyatt's head jerk up. He knew he had tested his luck too far.
Wyatt looked around and spotted his brother behind the rock, even though Chris did his best to remain hidden. He had sensed his younger sibling with his rarely used whitelighter powers. At least one thing his cowardly father had been good for.
He smiled towards the demon girl who hadn't discovered Chris' presence yet. "Seems he's making this a lot easier than I expected"
"Who?", the girl asked suspiciously, oblivious to the man behind the rock.
"The whitelighter. He's here", Wyatt told her. He mumbled a quick spell. "And he won't even be able to orb out anymore. Have fun!" And with these words he orbed out.
Now that was not the best situation to be in. Even Chris realized this. He knew that he didn't stand a chance of orbing out anymore, not after Wyatt's spell, but he tried to anyway. As expected it had absolutely no effect.
The demon girl looked around and drew her athame. She had finally found Chris' hiding place. Seemed pretty easy to get this power now.
Chris knew there was no point in hiding anymore so he stood up. If they had to fight it was a lot better facing her standing than crouched on the floor. He looked at the knife in her hand. And then he knew he was in big trouble. This kind of athame was an especially cursed one. It was poisonous enough to kill a Blue whale with.
He tried orbing again, but it was no use at all.
The ironic part of the situation was, that if she did kill him he would probably get what he wanted, a way of death that was not his fault so he wouldn't become an angel of death. But right now was the most sucky situation for that to happen. Now he had to save the world from being screwed up by his brother.
But the smirk on the demon's face told him, that he didn't stand much of a chance.
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As soon as Wyatt had left the attic his spell lifted off. Finally his family members were able to move again.
Paige dropped to her knees and started sobbing in shock. Future Piper came rushing to her and asked, "Paige, are you ok?"
"He's kidding, right?", Paige asked with tears in her eyes. "That didn't happen in the future, did it?"
Future Piper looked at her face and couldn't suppress her own tears. She couldn't answer that question, she simply couldn't. She swallowed hard and embraced her baby sister. "I'm sorry", she whispered.
Paige started really crying and leaned on her future sister for support. She couldn't believe that. How was that even possible? Would she be with him willingly, or would her force her?
Future Leo interrupted her. "We don't have time for that right now, sorry, but we need to help Chris", he declared. He knew what future Paige had went through and knew how hard it had been for her, but he was far more worried about his son right now. He had no doubt at all, that Wyatt would now let his threat become reality.
Phoebe just stared at him. How could he be so uncaring, so insensitive about that right now? "Chris is an adult, he can take care of himself", she simply said. Didn't the man see, that Paige needed them right now?
"Wyatt could kill him", Leo said. This was not the moment for emotional stuff, didn't the girls realize that? He looked around for his younger self in seek of support, but past Leo had run right after Chris as soon as the spell had lifted.
"So what? He didn't seem to mind about that too much", past Piper said and glared at future Leo.
"That doesn't matter! You need to save him!", future Leo snapped and began to get frustrated.
"What's the matter with you two? Why do you care so much about what happens to Chris?", Phoebe asked annoyed. Ever since they had come their only concern had been Chris and that was unnerving Phoebe extremely. The first thing they had wanted was talk to Chris, they had been the most shocked when Wyatt had told them he wanted to kill Chris and now they only cared about him again. What the hell was so special about that guy for them to care so much?
Future Piper looked her younger sister dead in the eye. She knew she was doing something Chris would absolutely not approve of, if he found out, but they had to understand. They had to realize how important this was. "Because", she said. "He's my son."
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A/N: Did you realize? It's a double cliffie!
Well, sorry for the long delay and the bad chapter, but I didn't have the time to write, I had my 15. birthday on Saturday and I had no time to write then. On Sunday I had to read Harry Potter 6 and I used Monday and Tuesday to watch the second season of Charmed on DVD. But I'm trying to be faster now, I finally have summer vacation, so I should be able to get more done. But it all depends how my writer's block is wearing off.
Anyway, personal thanks.
Flopsy: Well, now he is again in a situation were he could die, sorry. You're totally right about that review thing, it is depressing, but at least the hit counter tells me that someone at least has a look on the story.
Kira: well, now she did find out, there's just no reaction yet.
Kara: Interesting storyline, but now I have a little different ending planned. But thanks for your ideas.
Maggie0: Oh this story is not gonna be like endless long, sorry. But the end is going to leave space for a sequel in case me and my reviewers feel the need that there should be one.
Shadowhisper: Well, I was very proud of that line. Glad you liked that one!
SunflowerLynx: I like your screen name. I'm not really sure, if I'm going to turn the story's end into a new sequel but that would definitely have a sad Chris in it as well.
Calen: Lol! Can I move to Valhalla with you? Has probably better climate than my home. ;)
Lonnie: Oh you got that right, they're from the same time as Chris and Wyatt, they're just quite lively Spirits.
Zoned-out: I'm truly sorry it took so long to update. I hope I haven't screwed up your sanity now.
CattyCat: Yeah I'm kinda hesitant to do another sequel for exactly the reason you said, after a while it would be pretty dull always redoing the same stuff, if he was miserable again in a sequel I could kinda just copy and paste my first story into that, so where's the point?
Starra86: Well, the way you want the end to be is very close to what it's going to be.
Piperchrisfan: Oh I'm glad the way I want to do it has some supporters.
Teal-lover: Oh Wyatt is a little calmed down on being sadistic, now he's just bored, the poor guy. ;) Oh they did feel bad in that argument, definitely. And on the risk of sounding silly, I'm not sure again, did you get my E-mail?
Mizunderstood writer: Well, don't you think it gets boring after a while if he's always miserable?
Nikki14u: Curse more? I thought that had been enough. But maybe he can yell at his past parents in on of the next chapters.
Night-owl123: Well, a sequel would probably take place in the canged future if I do one.