Title: I Am Dead
Author: Captain IF
Posted On: April 16, 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'.
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Rated For: Language, emotional writing, trauma, intense sequences, and excessively emotional rantings. Some blood/gore, not as much as before.

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Chapter 7: Nothing

"Yes, for God's sake yes! You idiots! You bloody idiots! He's Chris Perry Halliwell! Leo and Piper's son, Wyatt's brother! If you weren't so damn blind, maybe you'd see it!" Julie screamed.

"Is this some sort of trick?!" Piper screeched with disbelief.

In her anger, Julie stepped forward and smacked Piper straight across the face. There was dead silence.

"You bitch." Piper whispered, hatred flashing in her eyes as a book behind Julie exploded.

"Takes one to know one!" Rory retorted angrily, stepping beside Julie.

Chris clamored to his feet. "Enough! Knock it off or I'll send you all to the grave!" he ordered, and he meant it. The sparks on his hands were enough proof.

"Are you really my son?" Leo whispered.

Chris glared at him, and the older man flinched. "Unfortunately. Biologically, I'm a Halliwell. Son of Piper, the eldest Charmed One, and Leo, Elder."

The two parents paled, and gaped at their youngest son. Tears formed the eyes of Paige and Phoebe. It couldn't be true.

Yet as Paige and Phoebe examined his facial features, it all began to click into place. The eyes, the cheekbones, the hair, everything screamed 'Halliwell'. And they had missed it entirely. They were such ignorant fools that they had carelessly disregarded all signs of kinship in the witchlighter.

"Thanks Julie, I needed my cover blown." Chris said quietly, deadly venom snaking its way into his words.

"Or your cover was already screwed." Seth retorted, forgetting the power that raged throughout Chris.

"It's not funny Seth. I'm not kidding around. I needed to be a stranger!" Chris snarled, a bloodstained fist clenching so tightly that sharp nails broke the unearthly pale skin of the boy.

"And how would it have made things easier?" Wyatt demanded, crossing his arms. He needed answers. Not wanted them, but needed them. He would never rest until he had the answers that were so carefully hidden in his brother's mind.

"Let me heal you!" he added, as he glanced at the blood staining Chris's skin and clothes.

"No thanks Wy. I liked death. It was kind of cool, if you're a Shadower at least." Chris smirked, dark and wicked swirling together in the twitch of his lips.

"I didn't revive Julie, Seth and Rory to be healed. It was to allow them to save Wyatt. Because then everything would be alright." Chris muttered the last sentence.

"YOU BLOODY MORONIC SON OF-" before Julie could finish yet another profanity, Piper smacked the girl across her face.

"What goes around comes around." Piper said coldly.

Julie glared at the woman. Her eyes were swarmed with the fire to avenge her friend, to avenge what he had been forced to suffer through.

Chris stepped in front of the her, emerald eyes swirling with black. He did not want to witness another fight if he could help it. But it didn't mean he would allow Piper to wade in a moment of victory. Especially when the victory was nonexistent.

"Very hypocritical Piper. 'What goes around comes around'. Then shouldn't you, Leo, Paige, and Phoebe be out on the streets? Shouldn't you be half-starved, exhausted, and begging any Divinity who will listen for no rain so that you won't die of the cold? Shouldn't you be worrying yourself to death, literally, over the entire world? Shouldn't you be fighting back tears as you watch your family throw caustic remarks, and kick you out? Shouldn't you be crying on the Golden Gate Bridge after your own mother told you she didn't want to see you anymore? I can see that none of that has happened to you. So no, what goes around doesn't come around." Chris spat bitterly, glaring at Piper as though she were the reason his life was hell.

And she was.

Piper opened her mouth. "I-"

Chris stopped her cold. "Don't even say 'I didn't know'," he mimicked the words, soaking them with caustic acrimony. "Because you did know. You knew why I went to the past, you knew my mission. You knew I spent any time I could possibly spare to saving Wyatt. You knew that. You did everything but try and make my life easier. I died and you didn't shed a single tear. Paige and Phoebe did. But not you and Leo, no, the Eldest Charmed One and the All-Powerful Elder can't be bother to appear remorseful that the meddlesome witchlighter from the future was dead. Not you two. Julie even shouts my last secret, and you still won't believe her. You won't believe me. You won't believe your son. And in a little while, I won't be your son. Because I haven't been conceived yet."

A ring of victory hung in the air. The room stared at Chris as the realization struck into their heads. Chris would not be born.

Chris grinned, spiteful glee radiating in his voice. "That's right. Soon I won't even exist. Soon there will no longer be a pathetic neurotic whitelighter annoying the Charmed Ones with his pleas to save the world. And soon I will die."

"I won't let you die Chris. Not while I still draw breath." Wyatt hissed, eyes blazing with the drive to succeed in his new mission. The mission Chris once shared.

To save his brother.

Julie, Rory, and Seth nodded their agreement, stepping forward. Paige and Phoebe followed, determined to set things right.

And suddenly it all froze.

Phoebe and Paige stopped in mid-step. Wyatt's hand stayed in position, poised to use magic. Rory, Seth, and Julie were the same, their bodies still as they prepared to save their leader and friend. Piper and Leo were leaning in uncertainty, their minds halted in their quest to find the truth.

All save for one.

Chris Perry Halliwell stood, unfrozen, in front of everyone. His gaze wandered the room, searching for the power who had frozen time in it's place. A bright white light engulfed the room, and Chris squinted at the sudden brightness. He finally had to shut his eyes, unable to bear the light. He waited a moment. He opened his eyes cautiously, fearing the light again.

The light was gone, and so was the attic and its occupants. In it's place was an ethereal world.

A lake, glistening like a sapphire in the sun. Emerald splashed through the lake, enhancing the clean pool's beauty. The glassy surface was untouched, with not a single ripple to shatter it's reflective nature. The grass beneath him was soft and bent easily in the soft wind. It's color was vivid, with not a weed or blemish in sight. All around him the grass was spread, coating the landscape. Beside the lake was a tangling mess of flowers. Colors beyond imagination swirled together. When the wind blew, the faint smell of flowers was detectable. Opposite the flowers were trees. They were tall and magnificent, untouched by a blade or an animal's claws. The green maple leaves swayed gently in the soft breeze, revealing firm branches that intertwined in a complicated pattern. There were not many trees, but enough to resemble a small park. The sky above him was clear, with only a few puffs of white clouds to be seen in the robin egg's blue. When he glances towards the sky above the tree's, he was shocked to find it became night. Twinkling white diamonds were strewn about a deep violet canvas. A full moon cast a calming light upon the trees and the grass beneath it. It's reflection was captured on one half of the glassy lake, while the sun's reflection was secured on the other half. Night and day were together on one plane, producing an unreal image.

Chris glanced at his hands. The blood and gashes were gone, replaced by pale skin. No scars or injuries were visible. Panic struck him, and he glanced at his clothes. No rips or blood stained them. He ran to the lake, surprised to find that no pain struck through his body. He glanced at the lake. His face was clear of blood and marks. His emerald green eyes shone brightly, clear of the shadow that had once haunted them. His skin had gained some of its lost color, and it glowed with health and revival. His lips were no longer cracked and covered in blood. His teeth were white, and his mouth clear of blood, dirt and tears.

It was as if nothing bad had ever happened.

It's a nasty cliffie, and I'm sorry for it. But next chapter all shall be explained, and things will start rolling on the 'save Wyatt' thing in chapter 9. I'm going to do a third installment. I have a contest! I need a title for the third installment.

Fill it out:

'I Am..."

I need that title to be filled in. Something about being a hero or savior perhaps. Whoever comes up with whatever matches the story best wins a... POST-IT! Ke.