Chapter eight
"Dead wife?" Piper whispered.
Kit looked at Piper and responded, "Please Piper, you can't expect that you guys will never be vanquished."
"How?"
Kit shook his head, "I don't know. Chris was the only one there."
"And he never-"
"No."
"It was a demon." It was just a whisper from the door, "He brought darklighters. You didn't stand a chance."
Piper turned and saw her son standing in the doorway, "What about-"
"The elders bound my powers." Chris said indifferently, "Didn't like half-breeds consorting with fallen elders. Didn't realise I had his powers."
"So what happened?" she asked gently.
"You know I can't tell you that." Chris said, "I wish I could…" he trailed off as a blue light washed over him, "Guess Leo's good for something after all."
He started to orb away when Kit reached over and grabbed his orb trails, "You and I need to talk."
Chris tried to pull his arm away, "Christian Peter Halliwell I swear to god if you don't let me go right now I will hurt you!"
"You don't scare me Christopher." Christian glowered at him.
"You don't own me!" Chris shouted, the windows and walls rattling, Kit could see the unfocused glare in Chris' eyes and knew he wasn't exactly with them at the moment, "You don't own me!"
"Chris it's Kit…"
"Go away Wyatt!" Chris pleaded, trying to pull his arm away, "You're hurting me. Please Wyatt!" tears were cascading down his cheeks as he sank to the ground, "Make it stop."
Kit wrapped his arms around his brother who was sobbing loudly now, Leo (Who'd just returned) and the sisters had moved around the twins, "What's going on?" Leo asked.
"Chris, Wyatt's not in here. It's just you, me and Mum, the aunts and Leo."
Chris was rocking back and forward, his hands entangled in the dark tousled hair, "Make it stop." He pleaded, "Kitty Cat make it stop."
They heard a crash from upstairs, "You stay here." Leo said to the sisters, "I'll-"
"There's no point Leo. He'll be down in a minute."
"Who?"
"Where are they?" A voice growled from the hall.
"Get your Twice-blessed ass in here NOW!" Kit yelled startling his twin (I know, I know, they aren't related, but they're supposed to be! And if they were…Chris is the younger twin.).
"Shh… I'm here…shh."
A dark figure filled the doorway, Piper looked up and was met with the cold blue eyes of her son… god, Chris was right…
"Where is he?" Wyatt demanded.
Piper gestured to the wall, "Leave him alone."
The lights snapped on and the young blonde laid his eyes on his baby brother, "Chris…" he knelt on the other side of Kit.
Kit glared up at him, "Haven't you done enough?"
The youngest of the three was sobbing loudly, finally Piper's instincts kicked in, "Everybody out!" she ordered.
Paige, Phoebe, Leo and Kit all began to leave but Wyatt stayed where he was, "You can't order me around.'
"NOW!"
Much to her surprise Wyatt left the room and tk'd the door shut behind him, Piper knelt by her son, "Mum?" he whimpered, "That you?"
"Ah huh."
He hugged her tightly, "What's happening to me?"
"I don't know baby…" Piper suddenly became aware of a set of smoke coloured wings growing in front of her face, "Can you stand up?"
He nodded into her shoulder, "Yeah." He started to get up and Piper led him over to Phoebe's bed, "Now are you going to lie on your side or on your tummy?"
"I'm not a baby." Chris mumbled.
"I know honey. Just answer the question."
"Side. Tummy hurts." He said as he climbed into the bed carefully.
"Do you need your dad to come look at your tummy?"
"I'm okay."
Piper kissed his forehead, "Night sweetheart."
Outside Phoebe's room
"What are you doing here Wyatt?" Kit asked.
"My whitelighter runs off with his still living twin, I decided it's time my brothers came home. Is that so wrong?"
"When you're the Source of all fucking evil yes it is!" Kit yelled.
"Shut up!" Piper hissed as she walked out of the room.
"You two," she glared at her sons (I know! I know!)"You wake your brother and I will blow your asses back to the future orbs and all!"
Wyatt glared at his mother, "The twins and I-"
"Are going nowhere! Leo, go check on Chris. He said he had a stomach ache. Wyatt, Christian, Paige, Phoebe downstairs right now!"
Back inside Phoebe's room
Chris pulled his legs to his chest and the shaking angel closed his eyes, "Chris? You awake buddy?" he heard his father ask.
"Yeah Dad."
Leo had moved around the bed so he was able to see his son's face, "Where's it hurt?"
Chris unfurled his legs and gestured to his abdomen, "Demon." Leo held his hand over the developing bruises and his eyes opened wide as he sensed the extent of the damage.
"It's not that bad dad…" Chris mumbled as he fell asleep.
Leo kissed Chris' forehead and went downstairs.
Chris' dream
He could feel the darkness consuming him, the wings on his back were beating slowly and his black eyes surveyed the club, "To easy."
His eyes rested upon his immortal twin, "Hello Christian." He purred in his ear as his hand traced circles in the whitelighter's lap.
"Chris what are you doing?"
Chris grinned as he walked away, "It's the end game brother."
