Title:I Am Dead
Author: Za Webmaster Authoress
Posted On: March 5th, 2007
Summary:Chris has killed himself. No one in the past knows anything. Wyatt watched his brother die. And Chris is a Shadower, so death may not come as easy as he wanted it to. But has a plan to outwit fate. Sequel to 'I Am Alive'.
Note: Sort of cliffy-ish ending, but deal with it/begins to cackle/ AHAH- /stops when a book hovers above her head/ Meep...
Rated For: Language, emotional writing, trauma, intense sequences, and excessively emotional rantings. Some blood/gore, not as much as before.

Chapter 3: Some Revelations Shall Go Untold

They spent 20 minutes explaining to Wyatt what had happened to him. The bus crash, the hospital, Prue and Melinda, and his speech that he was no longer who he used to be. Wyatt listened with growing rage.

"And what could possibly have caused him to not want your involvement in his life?" he demanded icily.

"I kicked him out of the house." Piper cringed.

Wyatt's fists clenched at his sides. "You did WHAT?"

"He told me you were evil." Piper replied, her tone sharper.

Wyatt laughed, but there was no joy. It was disbelief, and a touch of anger. "Chris still believed that good and evil exist? Fool. It's all about power, it's as simple as that." he growled, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Why in the world would you think that?" Piper asked, unable to believe her precious son would turn into this monster.

"I'm not going to explain myself to you." Wyatt rolled his eyes.

"What did Chris do in the future?" Paige demanded.

"Chris?" Wyatt paused, wondering where to start. "I formed my empire. I asked Chris to join me. We would rule. But he chose to form a Resistance against me. Prue and Melinda joined as soon as they could. Patience and Jaden took a little longer, but they still were against my rule. They were Phoebe's children." he added to the confused looks. "Chris and his five closest friends were the leaders of the Resistance. Julie, Seth, Riley, Artemis, and Rory. They usually were the ones who infiltrated my headquarters. Chris and Bianca were the ones who stole the Book and sent Chris to the past though. I had Chris's precious Team captured barely a week after he left. They were dead in a month." Wyatt smirked fondly at the memory of killing the five.

Chris watched and listened. He had grown bored, but Wyatt's explanation of what had happened after he left sent a chill up his spine. A week? A week, and his friends had already lost. A month and they were dead. He shook the feeling. All he had to do was wait one day, orb away, and allow himself to die. Then he would be free of life once and for all.

"Do you know who Chris is?" Wyatt paused, and took a deep breath. "Who Chris was?"

"No." Piper answered.

"Chris was-" before Wyatt could get another word out, Chris sprung from his spot, visible and looking dangerous.

"Don't even think about it Wyatt." he hissed, green eyes flickering with untold dark powers.

The others jumped back slightly, startled by his appearance and the raw power that clearly surrounded him.

"Chris." Wyatt breathed. His blue eyes shows disbelief, but also retained an unfamiliar sliver of hope. The hope that his brother was not truly gone.

"Do not tell them Wyatt, or you will regret it." Chris warned, his voice commanding and filled with repressed fury.

"Why Chris? What can you do to me?" Wyatt scoffed.

Chris grinned, showing off bleach white teeth with razor sharp edges. The grin itself was wicked, only enhancing the Shadower characteristics.

"You wouldn't believe what I can do Wyatt. Shadowers have their advantages. Now, either go back to the future, or stay. I don't care." he shrugged, but the caustic grin still remained. "But I'm warning you. Reveal any of my secrets, and you will suffer."

"And how would you do that? I doubt you have the power to kill me." Wyatt smirked, not at all convinced.

Chris bristled. "You have the audacity to cross me? To question my powers? You said it all our lives Wyatt, 'it's all about power, it's as simple as that'." he mimicked, harsh and biting. "Well, now I've got the power. The power to do anything I want. And what I want is for my secrets to remain secrets, and for me to stay dead. That's it. And I WILL get that one last request." he hissed, and orbed himself and his body away.

Wyatt without even bothering to sense his brother, followed, growling with frustration.

The Charmed Ones stared at the spots where those from the future had once been.

"LEO!" they screamed.

"What is it?" Leo asked, orbing in.

"Chris! He died!" Paige shouted, allowing tears to fall.

Leo physically flinched.

"Dead?" he blinked. He felt no guilt, no remorse, no sadness. Not even a tinge of it. Perhaps a feeling of selfish remorse, because Chris was needed to save Wyatt. But personally, Chris's death meant nothing.

"Sort of." Phoebe interrupted, her voice threatening to break. Piper was the only one who seemed unmoved by the witch-lighter's death. Leo acquired a bewildered look, and listened to their summary of the events.

He absorbed the information, trying to comprehend it all.

"So what do we do?" he asked finally.

"Perhaps I can answer that."

Exact Location Unknown: Northern North America

Chris calmly sat in the snow, staring at his body and waiting for the hour to ring when he could relieve himself of the curse of life. This hell would finally be over.

Chris smirked as he formed burning crimson flames across his palm. It read the hours left till he was free.

20 flickered as fire illuminated the snow. It was night, and it would be night when he would be forever dead. A fitting end, especially for a Shadower.

Chris pondered what would happen when he died. Who's voice would he hear ring through his ears. Who's image would be the first to etch itself in his mind. His mother? His cousins?" His friends? His aunts? His grandparents? Ancestors? It was a task that he enjoyed doing; imagining freedom of hell. Imagining joy.

But a voice rang through his head. "What if you never see them? What if you aren't allowed?" it sneered.

Those words cut through Chris's bliss. His dreams were whisked away, to be replaced by the nightmares of reality. Of a living hell, and of an afterlife of hell.

He sank to his knees in defeat. "No, no, no. Please no." he whimpered, his body threatening to collapse in uncontrollable sobs. "No. No, please no."

Wyatt orbed in front of his broken brother's form, the younger boy's body at his feet.

"Chris." he whispered, trying to gain attention.

Chris's head snapped up. "I can't do this Wy. Either way I'm doomed to a misery and melancholy filled hell. In death or in life, I'm going to suffer. And I can't stop it." Chris cried, tears falling from his haunted emerald eyes. The twinge of black only seemed to add to the vision of one who could not bear to suffer anything else.

"Chris, can you come back? Can you be alive again?" Wyatt asked weakly, as if hoping would make it untrue.

"Yes Wy. In 20 hours, I can come back to life. For one hour. If I am not healed in that one hour, I will remain dead forever. And right now, I just want to cease to exist." Chris whispered.

Wyatt orbed his brother, his body, and himself to the Manor.

I got this out sooner than I wanted too (again) but it will mean I will have to take quite a while to get the next one out. Sorry, but I haven't finished this yet, and i'm getting writer's block. Review responses:

immortalwizardpirateelf-fan: Damn straight. Don't worry, it's only chapter three. /in sing-song voice/ Payback is a bitch!

sailor cyanide: Merci, hope you liked this chapter.

Blue Eyed Dragon Girl: /cringes/ You're gonna be pissed off that I haven't revealed it already aren't ya? Sorry, but it's not for a while.

shyeye: Hope you liked this chapter!

History Buff 1990: I already broke out of my asylum. /pauses as white uniformed men walk over/ I mean... HI! Glad you likie/nervous chuckle/pales/

MissHaunted-MoonLight: LOL. well, be happy this one is out quick!