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WaterBottlesRule: thanks for the review. he's easier to write as dark. Lol. Ialmost typed dork. heh.
Wow, this is the longest chapter ever 1420 something words. YAY-ness. Lol. This chapter tries to get emotional and kinda fails really bad. So... tell me what you think k?
srry. I hven't kept up with the dedications. Heh. I can't really do that whole "answers first" So whenever I see a review I really like I will dedicate the chapter to that person... motivation. Lol.
Listha Lissar... I really like reading your reviews. They are informative and motivating. Heh. used that word twice... right. I'll stop being a a dork and we can get along with the story.
Chapter 5- Blame
4 weeks, one month, 30 days (give or take) however you looked at it… today marked the one month anniversary for their deaths… it wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Everything about it… God, how come when you don't want to think about something the memories overwhelm you like a tsunami, the waves crash in around you along with your entire world… you can't breathe and you can't see.
"Chris! Help!"
"Prue, What's wrong"
"Mom, Aunt Piper, Aunt Phoebe"
"She's dying! She's dying!!"
"NOOOOO!!!"
"It hurts… it hurts, oh, God"
" Phoebe, hold on"
"Paige, hold on"
"I'm so sorry. Forgive me"
"Please NO! Mom, no!"
"I…"
"No, no, no, no"
"…Love you"
"Don't go, you can't go!"
"Good-bye"
No, stop. He couldn't differentiate the memories, they were all of that day, just flashes. They each danced infront of his conscious teasing him sadistically happy. It hurt like nothing before. The loss. The death, the lack of life. Whatever, it hurt. He'd seen everyone of them die… he'd tried to save every one of them, he had failed every one of them. They probably hated him. The cousins… Prue, Abby, Katy… The Aunts… Phoebe, Paige… His mother. Gone. They were all gone.
Shaking Chris tried to steady his breaths. He tried to resist falling deeper into the welcoming despair. All he needed to do was suppress the pain… yeah, it wasn't exactly psychologically healthy, but he had thrown healthy out of the window a long time ago.
"WYATT!" No answer.
"LEO! ANYONE!! DO NOT IGNORE ME YOU SELFISH SON OF A—"his voice cracked.
"IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S FOR ME Leo! IT'S MOM, PHOEBE, PAGE… THE COUSINS!!" all of his emotions, fear, panic and pain were in their raw unaltered state. They were overwhelming, he cringed internally doubling over clutching his stomach. Tears were rolling soundlessly down his already wet cheeks. His hand was still grasping his mother's.
There had been so much blood that day. It was everywhere, staining everything. It might have been erased by a spell one month ago but the memories will forever be burned into his mind. How was it possible for one person to bleed so much? It was so red… so… angry.
"My God Chris, this had better be—" Leo had orbed in, his expression annoyed until he spotted his youngest and the carnage that surrounded him.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!?!? WHAT DID YOU DO?!" The enraged elder wrenched the sobbing boy off of the ground by the collar of his shirt. "YOU DID THIS DIDN'T YOU?!"
"I-I- Didn't!" Chris choked on the simple words.
"So it's a coincidence that you're the only one left alive?" His words were cold. So cold… so angry. There was so much hate lying underneath the older man's eyes.
"I KNEW IT. Wyatt's not evil is he? YOU are. Get out! Stay away! You don't belong here, you never did! YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. SON." The wall ran up to meet his body. Chris felt the pain course through his back but didn't care. Desperately he reached out to the only source of compassion he could think of. He reached out for his mother's hand.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!!" Leo screamed throwing him by his outstretched arm in the general vicinity of the doorway. He missed by a good lot. Chris' still aching back slammed into the long narrow table by the doorway. Wedding photos and family gathering snapshots tumbled down on his head, the glass shattering as they bounced off of his body onto the floor. The shards cut into his arms and ripped his jeans and shirt. As he slipped out the door almost hysterical, the only think that he could hear was Leo's loud, horrible gut-wrenching sobs.
So it was a month? Chris did seem a little bit more depressed than usual. Wyatt did not understand why his brother hadn't gotten over their deaths yet… It wasn't like he didn't have enough time. Come on, it had been a whole month. He needed to get his act together if they were ever going to rule together. Wyatt typed the pass code into the number pad beside Chris' door. It was there for Chris' safety, we couldn't have him running around in this state now could we? Not only could he hurt himself, he would give Wyatt a bad name, those two did not go together all that nicely.
The sight that greeted him was almost as not nice. His little brother was sitting against the headboard of his bead. His knees pulled up to his chin and his head tucked down. His shoulders were shaking but on closer examination Wyatt noted that there were no tears. His brother was so vulnerable looking. Before he had left Chris had been so upbeat and happy. He had brought light and cheerfulness to everyone around him. He made others laugh from with his wit, and cringe at his sarcasm. Now… he never smiled or cracked a joke. He just floated in his memories.
"Chris… what are you thinking about?" Wyatt asked as gently as he could make his voice sound after watching his brother dry sob for a while.
The brunette looked up startled his eyes wide with surprise. Yet he shook his head.
"Nothing"
Wyatt sighed, "Of course you are…" Reaching across their bond, Wyatt accessed his brother's thoughts, his memories. Each moment that passed angered Wyatt. How could Leo say such things to Chris? It wasn't his fault. Nobody said those types of words to his baby brother and lived. Not even daddy dearest… the blabbering fool that he was.
Muttering under his breath Wyatt muttered a summoning spell. Leo appeared instantly.
"Wyatt… Chris" His voice grew cold at his youngest son's name. The boy in question looked up. Confused and scared. Wyatt angered at the sight of the fear in his brother's eyes. He was going to have fun killing this man.
"Chris didn't do anything you idiot. It's not his fault. Maybe you should've turned him offa mute." Wyatt smirked sadistically, "too late now."
Wyatt flicked his hands, flames engulfed the confused elder. "Bye. Dad." He breathed. There was nothing left after the flames diminished.
Chris gaped. His attention now fully got. "Wyatt!! Why did you do that?!!?"
"Please Chris, tell me you didn't want that as much as I did." When Wyatt turned around he had a self-pleased smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. There was no regret, remorse or pain. Chris almost gasped out loud at this realization.
"No, I didn't Wyatt. Leo and I had always had… problems but I didn't want him dead!"
"Problems, right. Neglect, blame, abuse, the list goes on Chris! Leo didn't love you, you shouldn't care so much about his life." Wyatt said harshly. Perhaps more than he meant to because Chris' expression turned from insisting to one of a kicked puppy.
"When you put it so bluntly Wy…" His voice trailed off.
"I'm sorry Chris… He was going to try and kill us you know…" The convincing lie forming in his mind as he spoke those words.
"Wha?!" Surprised much?
"Yeah, him and the other elders. They found out we're together. They think we're evil or something. They should look in the mirror sometime. They wanted us that day Chris. They couldn't kill us though remember… you were too strong and I was still searching for you. Leo was going to attack us from the inside out… I'm sorry to have hidden it from you. I knew you were going under a lot of stress… at least I didn't have to see them all die." …yeah and if I did, I wouldn't really care… Wyatt thought.
"Everything's changing Wyatt. Why didn't you just capture him and question him like you usually do?"
Wyatt was taken aback by this question… what was his brother talking about? Oh yeah, that was what he had told him… He was like a little puppy, so cute and gullible.
"… Chris… because he hurt you. I will not let anyone do that again. I'm your brother Chris. I care about you and whenever someone hurts you, it hurts me." Reaching out for his brother's hand he pulled the speechless boy close and laid his ear against his chest. Ba thump. The pounding rhythm of Wyatt's heart filled his mind as he knew his brother cared.
Wyatt knew that Chris would be too dazed in that instant to search their connection for the truth. That was all according to plan.
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Leo sounds really horrible and all. But I have read stories where his is more OOC-ish. Besides when he disowned Chris he was distraught with grief. who wouldn't be?