Chapter six…

Chris watched a myriad of emotions swim through his mother, "Mum? I'm sorry."

Ignoring his previous request she engulfed him in a hug, "Christopher Halliwell I love you. We all do and you are most definitely not a screw up!"

He rested his head against her neck and whispered, "Do you think everything will be okay?"

"I don't know Chris."

"Night mum."

The young witchlighter orbed back up to his bedroom. Picking up the book of shadows he flicked through it for the karma cleansing spell, he scribbled it down on his notebook, locked his bedroom door then orbed up to the sacred space and set up the circle with thirteen black candles.

I call to thee, pure
witches fire,
Through vortex flow
the heavenly mire
Cleanse brackish
karma of debris.
From dark to light sweep history

A white light spread around him, he cursed vehemently when he watched the white light spread over the whole of the city and center around the Golden Gate Bridge then explode outwards.

Chris dropped to his knees and shouted, "This is so not fair! I just want things to go back to the way they were and forget it all. He's my brother! I can't go on hating him."

The young witch climbed back to his feet, raising his hands above his head he brought a sudden thunderstorm down on the sleeping city. Chris poured out all his emotions, his pain became the rain, his anger formed the lightning, his sorrow formed the howling winds and his screams became the roaring thunder.

Wyatt shot awake screaming for his brother, his screamed significantly muffled by the thunderstorm lashing the city outside. Piper and Leo rushed into his room, "Wyatt?"

Naked chest heaving in he panted "Chris."

"He's asleep." Piper said, "And you are not going in there."

"He's not in there." Wyatt said, "I know it."

Leo ran across the hall and tried Chris' door, locked. Chris never locked his door, maybe Wyatt was right. Leo shouldered the door knocking it off its hinges, he looked around, no Chris.

Walking back into Wyatt's room he saw his eldest son in a trance with his mother trying to bring him out of it, he could hear Wyatt muttering, "Don't do it. Listen Chris, destroying the city is pointless, we'll just have to rebuild it all in the morning, you know how . Did you know you made it snow in Africa? Yeah, I know. Come home okay?"

Blue orbs filtered in behind them, "Is Wy okay?"

Piper turned around to see the young whitelighter standing within a circle of black candles and sopping wet.

"What did you do?"

"You didn't feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"Never mind." Chris walked to his room, he turned and looked at his parents, "What happened to my door? You know what," he sighed, "I don't want to know."

He walked in and using his telekinesis and rose the door back in place and started putting it back together. When it was finished Chris flopped down on the bed, he was so damn tired of doing everything, trying to fix all the world's little problems while his own were eating him up inside.

The sunlight burnt his eyes the next morning as it shone through the gap in the curtains straight onto his face. Raising his hand over his face Chris telekinetically shut the curtains, mumbling, "I hate Mondays."

Piper walked in, "Wake up peanut."

Chris sat up squinting at her, his hair sticking out on all angles, "What's up?" he yawned.

"You look like hell." She laughed.

Chris reached back, grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, "It's a Monday mum."

"How are you feeling?"

"I told you." He said as he lay back down, "It's a Monday." He orbed the pillow over his head.

Piper walked over and pulled the pillow off, "Talk to me."

"I am talking to you!"

Chris' POV

I know what she wanted, she wanted me to open up and get all touchy feely but that doesn't suit who I am anymore. I'm stronger than they give me credit for and I just wish they'd stop looking at me like I'm some kind of wounded animal.

Climbing off the bed I could still feel her eyes on me, waving my left hand I orbed her outside my door and telekinetically shut the door. A few minutes later I walked out dressed in my uniform. I could have laughed at the pissed off look my mother was giving me.

"Gonna orb to school okay? Do some laps." I lied, in truth I was going to the Hall of miracles (Hunchback of Notre Dameish I know.)

Closing her eyes mum said, "Chris are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah…" I gave her a wink as I orbed out.

Wyatt's POV

Walking into the kitchen I could feel the tension, they all knew what I was…a monster. And now I had my powers are back.

With a weak smile I said, "Morning mum."

"Hey honey." Mum mumbled as she made sandwiches which I assumed were mine. She handed me the lunchbox, "There you are. Have a good day at school baby."

"I'll try." I whimpered, I would have kissed her cheek but it would have been to weird, "Bye."

General POV

Wyatt inadvertently orbed to the sacred space, he could feel the magic pulsating through the earth, Chris' magic. It was so full of pain and sorrow and so much anger, the young witch dropped to his knees.

"I'm sorry." Wyatt sobbed, "I'm so sorry."

"No Wyatt! Please not again!" Chris begged sliding down the wall and hugging his legs to his chest, "No!"

Wyatt reached down and pulled him up, it was as though he'd lost all free will. The blonde haired man pushed him down on the bed and, while pinning his hands over his head, kissed him.

Chris struggled, trying to get away, "No please!"

Looking around Wyatt found his school tie, pulling Chris' hand though the bed head he bound them tightly, "Just relax little one, it will be okay," He said with a smile, "Just don't scream and I won't hurt you."

Wyatt touched the ground, "Forgive me."

Piper sat in the conservatory crying, "I must be a horrible mother, how could I not see this coming?"

"Piper, none of us expected anything like this could happen. None of us knew." Phoebe soothed.

"But I should have!" she screamed, "They're my angels, I should have seen it."

"Piper, we need to face the fact Wyatt is sick. We have to find some way to help him." Paige said gently.

"How the hell can we do that Paige? You can't deny he's going to be tempted if we find some way of helping him! Chris is right across the hall, and if he stays with one of you how do we know he won't touch one of them?"

Wyatt orbed to school and walked right to the councilor's office. Jane Mackay looked up at the school captain, "How can I help you Wyatt?"

"I, I just needed to talk to someone." He mumbled.

"you can talk to me."

"I…I'm a monster. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop myself."

"Wyatt did you hurt somebody?"

Wyatt nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks, "My baby brother…I ra-" he started to sob, "I raped him."

Dr. Mackay stared at him in disbelief, "You raped Chris?"

Wyatt nodded sadly, "Twice…"