Thanks to all that's read and especially to everyone that has reviewed, added my story to your alert list, or added it to your favorites. If I haven't gotten around to sending everyone a thank you that reviewed, I'm sorry but I do want to say THANK YOU!

This one's gonna be at a really bad time in Chris' life but well poor Chris after 14 there's not a lot of good to speak of. For the sake of not wanting anyone to get bored with his journal/letters then I'll be sometimes skipping ages, as much trouble as he has he probably doesn't have a lot of time to write but I'll always try to mention his age or how many months or years have passed so we can at least keep a timeline.

Oh well I don't owned Charmed or the characters, now let's move on with the story.

CHAPTER 5

Underground present day

He was in the underground determined to take out as many demons as he possibly could this one last time. Using his hurt as fuel he quickly moved from one Klan to the next.

"Piper doesn't want me around anymore that's fine with me, I'll leave." He yelled blasting his way through the legions of demons that surrounded him.

"She hates me, doesn't want me anywhere near her twice blessed golden boy, that's fine by me too." His emotions were running so high he didn't feel the energy ball that caught him in the leg.

"Do they really think I would come from the future before I'm even born just to mess with their minds, to hurt their precious Wyatt if I didn't have good reason to?" He screamed at the last demon standing before him, but this one he didn't blast, he stood before him, and as he closed his fist the monster fell to the ground clutching his throat.

"She can hate me, Leo can hate me, I don't care anymore and soon it won't matter anyway. If they don't hurry up and get back together I won't have to worry about that life anymore, they can be a happy family until their baby boy decides to go evil and kill his entire family. Someone else can worry about saving the world; the Charmed One's and their Elder can figure it out on their own."

"I could help… you… with them." The demon gasped.

Chris looked shocked; he had forgotten that he wasn't alone.

"No, you I want you to die slowly, you will pay for what you've done."

"I've never seen you before, much less done anything to you, but I will."

"Piper may hate me but my mom, she loved me and I can't leave here until I know you've been taken care of. You son of a grimlock, you killed her, you killed my mom in front of me, I watched her die after you hit with an energy ball, now you're gonna die." Chris said through clenched teeth as he grabbed the demon around the neck.

"But I didn't, I've never killed a Charmed One."

"And now you won't get the chance." He screamed as the animal that had taken her from him took his last breath.

"Dust to dust." Chris cried as tears ran down his face. "That's for you mom." With that he orbed away.

Manor

Phoebe and Paige sat there still in shock by Chris' last two entries.

"He really loved her didn't he?" Phoebe asked finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah he did, at least he has some good memories." Paige answered.

"But even his good memories are clouded; he had to remind himself that his telling his mom about his girlfriend was supposed to be happy, that's not good."

"Where are we in his future, remember he said the Charmed One's power had been destroyed, whatda ya think he meant by that?"

Paige wondered.

"I don't know, maybe we should call him here and ask him." Phoebe suggested.

"NO!" Piper yelled causing the younger sisters to jump; they had forgotten that she was in the room.

"Piper you need to get a clue." Paige snapped back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream, but I still don't trust him to be here."

"Look Piper, I know your Wyatt's mother but you gotta admit, the things Chris has written about are pretty good reasons to give him a chance to explain himself. Will you be able to live with yourself if this is all true, knowing that you didn't do everything in your power to fix it? Are you willing to gamble the fate of the world on it?" Phoebe sighed hoping she could get through to her pig headed sister.

"I need some time to think, I can't put my head around the fact that my baby grows up to be evil."

"I'm sure neither could Jack the Ripper's mother." Paige remarked gaining her a stern look from both sisters. "Sorry!" She admitted throwing her hands up.

"Should we continue?" Phoebe asked.

"I think we need to take a breather Phoebbs." Paige answered stretching.

"Yeah okay but not for long, I wanna try and figure this out while were all home."

"Yeah yeah Phoebbs, what a workaholic, you know you remind me a lot of Chris." Paige said giving her older sister a smile before following her out of the attic.

"Hey you coming Piper, we could probably all use something to snack on and some coffee, it could be a long night." Phoebe asked turning back to the oldest.

"Nah you two go ahead, I need some alone time."

"Okay, we'll bring you something back up."

"Thanks." Piper said sitting on the couch, running her fingers over the book before grabbing it up flipping to where Phoebe had stopped.

Oh my God mom, it was horrible, sometimes being an empath really sucks. It was bad enough having to watch it but I felt it as though it were happening to me. I'm sorry mom I tried, I really did, he got them, all of them, he got the cousins, they're all gone. I couldn't get out, the cage, it was to strong, I couldn't orb out and god it burned, every time I tried to break out, my skin I could smell my own skin as it burned. But the cousins, they didn't deserve to die, they refused to join him, he tortured them all.

Henry was the first to go, a year younger than me he was 16, he was tied up against the wall and Wyatt he let his demons use him as a punching bag. They beat him to the brink of death, healed him and started over until they bored of him, that was when his excellence stripped him of his skin, yes mom his skin. He used his telekinesis and with one flick of his wrist he skinned Henry, muscle and blood was all that was left. The pain was excruciating, I felt it all as it had happened to me all except the dying. I feel guilty for thinking it but sometimes I wonder if Henry didn't get the better deal cause he got to leave the suffering behind while not only did I feel his pain but had to endure it for the final four cousins as well. It hurts me to think this, none of them deserved to die but sometimes I wished he'd just kill me as well, I would welcome him paying me a visit.

Patricia and Penelope, the twins, at 14 should have had their whole lives ahead of them and within an hour not only saw their older brother murdered but knew that they too would meet the same fate. When Wyatt was finished with Henry he turned to the girls and offered them the opportunity to join him, to become a part of his inner circle. Like their brother they choose on the side of good, and then the pain returned. Wyatt threw his arms up and the girls crashed into the wall, before they could get up he ordered his demons to attack. Every bone in their bodies were crushed, their faces beat beyond recognition, the sisters had no chance with their magic bound, they couldn't even fight back. By then I had passed out from the pain and when I woke they were lying in a pile with Henry. He waited on me though, waited until I regained consciousness before resuming the torture of my remaining cousins. At that moment I wanted to kill him, I wanted to be strong enough to break the bond that had connected us, to choke him with my bare hands.

He then turned his attention to the remaining and youngest of us all, Poppy, who was ten and Phoenix, she was only seven mom! At ten and seven they should have been playing with Barbie's and watching cartoons, not worrying about what he would do to them. Once again they were given the chance like the others before them and once again he was shot down. As young as they were they had never had the time to be children, when demons weren't attacking the family they tried to be as normal as they could but then Wyatt set his sites on us all and demanded that we all join him in his conquest of power. Even at such young ages they knew they wanted no part in what he was offering even knowing it would mean their deaths. God they were so scared, I could feel their terror as he sat down on the floor in front of them, pretending to be concerned for their well being as he offered them a place beside him if only they join him. When they denied him the first time, he reminded them ever so sweetly what had just happened to their family and gave them a final opportunity to see the light. Proudly the two little girls stood before him and told him to go to hell. As you can imagine he didn't take that well, he decided that to prove a point to all those who oppose him he would broadcast their deaths. It was awful; he put them on display for two days in the middle of the city where all could see his power. The babies were tied standing up, given no food or drink, the demons would come by and throw energy balls at them, use them for athame practice, and when close to death they were healed only enough to withstand more of the abuse. Finally on the third day Wyatt ended it, burning them at the stake he hollered for the world to hear that he would not tolerate opposition and that all should heed his words because no matter whom you are traitors would not be tolerated.

I'm not sure how I managed to get away but I did, or he let me I'm not sure which I was in such a state of shock and the pain, it was pure hell and all I wanted was to join my family in death. The aunts, they were waiting, they had watched the two youngest die knowing there was nothing they could do to stop it, he had a long time ago stripped them of their powers and they were helpless as their children were murdered. As distraught as they were, as they still are they have been here for me helping as much as they can. Even without their powers they have given me the one thing that has stopped me from calling on death to beg him to release me from my personal hell. Their love, in the face of every bad thing that has happened, from watching their children die to young has given me a reason to fight, a reason to live.

I love you Mom!

The tears were flowing freely as Piper lay the book down on the couch beside her. She could feel the pain from the boy that she had only hours ago thrown out of the manor, out of the club that he'd called home for the past six months, and had threatened to blow up if he ever came near them again and she felt ashamed. She still wasn't sure that she believed all he claimed but she could no longer deny that the young witch/white lighter had lived through hell, she just couldn't believe that anyone could be that evil especially someone she had given birth to, someone she would give her life for. Still she couldn't imagine someone making up the things that she had just read. Curling up on the couch she continued to cry for the pain Chris had suffered, but mostly for the son that was being accused of the most heinous crimes against humanity. Closing her eyes she was overcome by the internal fight that was taking place in her mind as she tried to put her baby's face on the monster that Chris tells of or continue to believe that he is here to destroy her family. Sighing she wiped her tears and headed off to find the only ones that could help her make sense of the mess that had become her life, her sisters.