Death Rains

DISCLAIMER: I'm gonna be unique and do a completely straightforward disclaimer since nobody really acctually does that... I don't own charmed

Summary: Everyone is dead… Everyone. There are no more Halliwells, except Wyatt and Chris. In desperation Chris turns to Wyatt, who was responsible for their deaths. But Chris doesn't know that, all he knows is that Wyatt doesn't seem to be hurting as much as he is. He wants to feel that way too, but as he gets farther and farther into Wyatt's regime the more things he finds that make him want out. Who can help him when there's no one to turn to?

About the Title: It is basically "Death Reins" because Chris falls under Wyatt's rein. Since this is generally a sad story I changed it to "rains" since rain is generally a symbol of sadness. Death is because it is the effect of his family dying that Chris falls vulnerable to Wyatt. Hope you Enjoy.

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This starts out kind of confusing. LOTS OF ANGST though. YAY angst. Poor Chris, he's sooo awesome full.

CHAPTER 1- One Moment

Have you ever felt like you're standing on top of the world? Have you ever felt like nothing could go wrong? Like you could just let down your barriers and fight back any offenders that dared to pass? Yes? Well, good for you. Chris Halliwell had never felt like that. But he had gotten close… well if you call living with your mom, her two sisters and their offsprings, working day and night barely getting by trying to locate your brother who had been turned evil by an unknown force while your pathetic excuse for a father ignored any call or shout you made, close to feeling on top of the world… Yes, I know, as good as that sounds, when you're on the peak of your life it can only go down from there. And all it takes is a single moment.

There was nothing left now. It was all gone. They were all gone. What had they ever done!? Good, they had worked for good, they had been the very essence of good, it just seemed wrong that they died by the hands of the "good". Why had he been left? What has made him so special? Christopher Perry Halliwell had never been special before, why were things changing all of a sudden now? He wanted to wake up, as clichéd as that seemed, he wanted to wake up and have it all be a dream. He wanted their hollow screams and their tortured faces to disappear from his conscious. He wanted to be able to walk without the weight of guilt pressing down on his shoulders, filling his mind, heart and soul every second of his life. He wants to be able to breathe and not feel the pain. He wants to cry, he wants to grieve and feel like he has the right to.

Nothing seemed right, like the whole world was spinning. Somedays he felt so disoriented he couldn't distinguish up from down. Before all this happened, it hadn't really been so bad. It was miles away from perfect but it could have been worse. Before Wyatt had turned Chris had always gotten the shorter end of the stick, Piper and Leo always seemed to pay a lot more attention to Wyatt. Chris always fell through the cracks… he couldn't hate any of them though. Wyatt was a great big brother… and his parents… it wasn't their fault. Wyatt was special, Chris wasn't, and therefore Wyatt was more important. He understood that, maybe if he was just a little bit better… Those days were over the day Wyatt turned. His mom started paying more attention to him though. They worked together. God, he missed her…

Chris knew he couldn't keep going on like this. Barely living, almost dead but to cowardly to move on. Mother would be disappointed, she was probably up there frowning at him… that thought, it scared him. Where was everyone… oh, right… dead. That fact, it came back every other minute to slap him in the face. It knocked the wind out of his chest every time he thought of it. He was alone, his beautiful features carved a haunted expression now.

Through the flashbacks, through the nightmares and through the pain he kept thinking one thing… Wyatt. Where was he? Did he know? Why didn't he come. And the biggie, was Wyatt really evil? If the elders… THE elders could do something so… horrible… so… evil. Were they evil? Was Wyatt really good? Was Chris on the right side? These questions did nothing to ease his pain… nothing could… well something could but he didn't want himself to have hope incase it came crashing all down, again.

It began to rain. Cliched to the max, but oh-so-fitting. He felt himself drowning in the raindrops. Stumbling across the smoothed out sidewalks, past faceless strangers who didn't give a dmn about him, he collapsed on a bench. He was so tired, everything hurt, where are you Wyatt?

Unconciously he gave in, he didn't even feel his lips form the name, or hear the word pop out of him mouth.

"Wyatt!" It was a whisper.

He wouldn't come. Of course he wouldn't.

"Oh God, Chris?"

The merciful blackness consumed him, whether it was out of shock or fatigue he'll never know.

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