A/N: 9 Dec 2005: Yep, I edited this one, too. Crazy, ain't I? I think so. Anyway, once again, the song isn't mine, but more verses of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. (In fact, this little scene below could've gone with the "Scaramouche" part, but that would take a lot of explaining... and I don't feel like typing out "let me go!" a thousand times lol)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Wyatt rubbed his temple. What was going on with him? It was bad enough that he had killed a witch, he would never forgive himself for that, but thinking of turning evil? His bad side must've just decided to make itself known that day or something…

"Think about it, with my power I could overthrow everyone. That would be so awesome, the whole world bowing down to me. How great would that feel?"

"No!" Wyatt muttered aloud. "Get out of my head, whatever you are!" But to him, it seemed pointless to shout like that. As far as he knew, he was just yelling at himself.

"Why am I on this side anyway?" the darklighter said. "Do I feel that it's right, or is it just what I've been taught is right? Maybe good people have been brainwashing me. With all these deaths, it seems like evil's got the upper hand."

Wyatt's gaze shot over to the various pictures on the wall. Almost every one of them contained a dead person, whether it was his grandmother, Aunt Prue, mother…

"What in the world ever happened to that good Karma we're supposed to have?" the darklighter said. "Maybe that's just a story. It almost looks like those on the side of good are paying with their lives."

"What?" Wyatt said aloud.

"Did you say something, Wyatt?" Leo asked from across the room.

"Uh, no," Wyatt answered. Why was he thinking these things? Apparently to his brain, dying on the side of good was like God striking down a sinner or something. But… was it really?

The darklighter grinned as he heard the insecure thought in Wyatt's head. His influence was finally having an impact. The twice-blessed child was starting to question his loyalties.

"Everyone who's good dies," Wyatt thought irrationally. "Perhaps… what if good itself is killing them?"

"Of course!" the darklighter jumped in. "It all makes sense now!"

Although Wyatt had just thought that, physically he wasn't ready to just change sides. Could he really leave all he had known for over fifteen years? Perhaps if he ruled, he could change evil... what if witches and demons could work together?

Now the darklighter's attitude had changed completely. He had spent all this time trying to convert this kid, and what did he want to do? Make evil good. Well, as long as he was alive, that wasn't going to happen.

"What if I could help the mortal world to embrace magic?" Wyatt thought. He remembered the stories of his Aunt Prue's death. His mother had almost been killed that way, too. "I could stop anyone from ever dying like that again. There would be no need for the Cleaners." Wyatt had never gotten along with those Cleaners. He'd known for quite some time that they'd tried to erase him from the world when he was a baby. So in his adolescent years, he used to cause magical things to happen, just to annoy them. Wyatt was very much like Bart Simpson in that way.

Wyatt took a deep breath. "I'll do it," he thought. "And save everyone."

The darklighter laughed to himself. "Kid's got a Messiah complex. Well, I'll teach him." He knew Wyatt was about to orb back to the Girenes, so he took off before he had the chance to.

Too late

My time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye, everybody

I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth…

…………………………………

"Well, what's going on?" the female Girene asked.

"He's decided to join us…" the darklighter began.

"Excellent!" one of the male Girenes interrupted.

"But, the only reason he's doing it is so that he can overpower everyone and turn us all good."

"What? I thought you said you were going to convert him!" the other male Girene shouted angrily.

"I tried, but the kid's a piece of work. Two things he seems to be set on here is power and peace on earth. Hey, if you guys are supposed to be so good at swaying witches to join you, then what do you need me for?" the darklighter asked.

"Good point," the female Girene said. She threw a fireball at him, which caused him to instantly scream and disappear. "Useless, smart-mouthed idiot!"

Just then, Wyatt orbed in. Everyone scrambled to regain their composure.

"Ah, young Halliwell. I see you've decided to return," the female Girene stated.

"Yes. I have," Wyatt said uncertainly.

"Good. Very good. I knew you couldn't resist the call of your rightful side."

"That's what you think…" Wyatt thought.

"However, judging from your background, we can't really be sure that you've truly converted. For all we know, you're gonna just send your family members crashing in here to kill us all," one of the male Girenes asked. Wyatt could've hit himself. That would've been a great plan. "All of the family members that are still living, that is," the Girene chuckled.

That comment made Wyatt furious. He stared straight at the demon, who was incinerated on the spot. Both remaining Girenes stared at him and didn't move a muscle.

"He annoyed me," Wyatt explained.

"Really?" the female Girene asked. "Is that what you credit it to? Because that looked to me like you care too much about your family to truly join us. The comment shows that you are sensitive. We can't risk having a sensitive demon fighting with us."

"No, that's not why I-"

"Prove it then," the male Girene commanded. "Kill one of them."

"What?" Wyatt asked, incredulous.

"You heard him. Kill a Halliwell."

"Well, I-I… what if I could convince them to join us…"

"I knew it, he's still as good as he was before you brought him here," the male Girene scolded.

"Well then, in that case…" The female Girene waved her hand, and a cage appeared around Wyatt. He knew there was no point in trying to escape, it had to be magic-proof. "We'll just have to kill him." She formed a particularly hot-looking fireball in her hand, and the male Girene did the same. "Any last words?"

"I'll do it!" Wyatt shouted out. "I'll do it." If they had as much power as the Book said, then those fireballs would've definitely killed him.

"Good," the female Girene smiled. She and the other demon extinguished their fireballs.

"If you'll let me out of this cage, I'll go-"

"Do you think we're that stupid?" the male Girene asked. "We're going with you, to make sure you get the job done.

"Oh, and I think you'll need these," the female Girene said.

She whipped out an athimae, and a bright light flew from the tip straight into Wyatt. He instantly felt uneasy. There was no doubt about it, he had just been given demonic powers. God, what had he done? One stupid choice and here he was struggling to survive. He knew the humble thing to do would be to flat out refuse to kill his relatives, but he was too afraid of death to be that brave.

Mama, oooo

(Any way the wind blows)

I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all…

…………………………………

The three shimmered into the attic, where Phoebe and Paige were going through some stuff. At the sight, they each exchanged a wary glance and rose to their feet.

"Now!" the female Girene instructed.

Wyatt rose his hand and instantly threw an energy ball, but he threw it towards a space far above their heads. That was the weirdest thing he'd ever felt. The powers in him had formed the energy ball without thinking twice. But the good in him had shifted his hand just in time.

"Wyatt! What are you doing?" Phoebe asked. She couldn't believe was she had just seen.

"What's wrong with you, kill them!" the male Girene instructed. The good in Wyatt was doing all it could to fight against the evil impulses. He didn't know what to do.

Paige grabbed a potion vial and hurled it at one of the demons. The three shimmered out before it could hit.

"What was that?" Paige asked.

"Either we're dreaming… or Wyatt's working for evil," Phoebe said grimly.

…………………………………

"I hope you're just a poor shot, and that miss of yours wasn't done out of compassion!" the female Girene shouted at Wyatt as they re-entered the cave. He fell to his knees.

"It's these powers…" he struggled to say. Wyatt knew he had been born as one of the most powerful beings of all time. The demonic powers, which had started very simple, were now seeming to "feed" off of all the immense power Wyatt had. He felt like an oven heating up as he struggled to fend the evil away from the parts of his soul that were still good. Some things were already different, and he could feel it. No matter what, Wyatt knew he would never be the same again.

"For God's sakes, don't fight it!" the male Girene said. "Unless you wanna kill yourself from exhaustion or something."

"We're going to give you the benefit of the doubt this time," the female Girene said. "Hopefully we're right, and it's simply the power change in you that caused that humiliating failure today. You will have another shot at this, so we will prepare you for the next attack. In the meantime…" she waved her hand as the magic-proof cage reappeared around Wyatt.