Disclaimer:

So I've decided to write these silly disclaimers by myself from now on.

Can't be too difficult.

Just for you to know…Me and my family belong to us self, we are free Americans…

"EhmEhm…!"

All right, so we are Fiction and belong to some damn TV-producers and writers…hell knows who that is by now!

That's modern days slavery! Someone needs to HELP us.

Found a "Free the Halliwells- organisation" or something like that!

I'll have to talk with Wyatt about that. What for he is the source if he isn't even allowed to vanquish some tiny tiny writers or TV-bosses. GO WYATT!

But one thing I can say for sure:

WE DON'T BELONG TO THAT dragonsflyfree – Thingy.

Yes, that felt good.

"Chris…"

Yes?

"SHUT UP!"

Chapter ten : Entering the lions den

…Chris was once more in his dream world of painful memories…

…Some part of him still refused to believe, that he was going to go there – willingly!

Wyatt had "invited" him

Yes, as wrong as it sounded to EVERYONE: Invited!

He was so confused and yet still so angry and hurt, that he had simply refused to go. But now he was here. Half a year after his own brother had slaughtered his family he sat at the big round table of the council of resistance, which youngest member he had become lately. A hard earned seat.

Some of the members mumbled silently around him, while he sat there -empty face and tensed jaw- and glanced into nothingness. This was a habit he had acquired lately. He didn't show his feelings to anyone anymore, and if he once had fully reached his goal there would be no feelings left that he would have to hide. There were anyway so few things left that were important to him, so why bother about damn feelings... He didn't care that the other members talked about him while he was still in the room. They surely thought he was totally out of it, or something.

"Are you sure we should do this?" a silver-haired man around fifty asked his younger comrade-in-arms. "I think it's not right! The boy lost lately all his family. He's on the verge of sanity, and it's dishonest to use his condition for our matters now!"

"Look at him. He'll manage to get himself killed anyways, so why shouldn't we use it for our advantage" the younger one whispered with a grim face. "This is war. So why discuss the life of one single - by the way apparently happy to risk his life anyway – boy, if we can save thousands in return."

"You're totally immoral! I don't want to have to do anything with your insane plans. You planning this are not better than Wyatt, if you ask me."

"So your out of this! "The younger man stated angry.

"I am, and you can bet that Ill talk some senses into the kid, before I leave!"

Chris smiled inwardly a sad smile. Did they really think he could not hear what they whispered? And truly- someone must be really stupid, for not to see how sick this plan, brought up by one of the resistance leaders, was.

As sick as Wyatt's offer.

He had vowed free departure and that he would not harm him, if he joined his little meeting.

This was a dirty trick, Chris mind screamed. He would finally kill his little brother, as the rest of the family.

But his guts told him otherwise.

In his insane and twisted ways, Wyatt was a honest man. He would never break his vow to him. Not to his brother.

The resistance however saw in the "invitation" a chance to reconnoitre Wyatt's new headquarter. A way to get informations that could save thousands of innocent's lifes. So some of the council pleaded the young whitelighter to go.

Chris own life was not worth much to him nowadays, so he didn't care much if something would happen to him.

Harder to bear was that his heart refused to give up the tiny hope, that he could maybe reach his brother- the old Wyatt- inside of this monster he was going to face. He still couldn't wipe out the picture of the brother he once knew as a friendly caring boy.

What he saw now he hated with all his guts.

"So we are through with our planning?" The young, grim acting-chairman asked, and achieved common nods. Only the old chairman himself remained silent.

"So everyone is dismissed."

After everyone left the room the old man took Chris aside.

"Hey Christopher. I'm really concerned that you don't know what you're doing right now."

Chris once again retreated in his blank stare.

The wise chairman put his hands fatherly onto the boy's shoulders

"Hey kid don't rush yourself headlong into disaster. You can't throw your life away like that.

I knew your mother, boy, and I don't think she would agree with what you plan to do right now. By god, you are so young she would still be able to give you some house arrest."

"I think it's not your place to judge my decisions. Ill do what has to be done to stop my brother. If it's the last thing I do – so it be."

"Have you anyone familiar to talk about your plans? Who takes care of you since your family died?" He had hit a sore point, but Chris would never admit this.

"You'll not talk me out of this, forget it!"

"You're someway just as crazy as your brother, boy! But if you ever need someone to talk to, to pour out your heart- ill be there!" And then the man did something that the young whitelighter left speechless. He hugged the boy sincerely and concerned.

"Take care of yourself!" The old man said as he left a deranged young man.

…

He was here.

Wyatt had personally shimmered him into his new headquarter, and as far as Chris could see, his brother was…exited?

Chris stud there thunderstruck with clenched fists, while his brother acted like once, when he had shown him one of his newest toys.

Chris felt the urge to put one of his fists immediately into Wyatt's face. But he had to stay calm, he was here for purpose.

How could Wyatt be so calm, so relaxed, so… happy? He had killed their family not six month ago, apart from the facts that he terrorized and destroyed the whole city. And his territory was expanding day by day.

"It's so great to have you here buddy. I'm eager to show you what I've created. Now as I've cleared out some of your "main distractions" I am sure you will be able to see all the progress and benefits my leadership brings for the magic world and the common mortals."

By the words "clearing out some main distractions" Chris made a step forward, ready to lounge himself at… at this…this THING. If he had an athame, by god, he would have used it.

Stay calm he heard Serena's voice in his mind. So the connection with the resistance was made.

Serena the resistances best telepath was now with him. She could see whatever he saw, hear whatever he heard or spoke, and unfortunately knew although what he thought. But Chris had trained to block out everyone from the things he wanted to keep inside.

"Before we start, we have to make some security arrangements."

Chris tensed. There it was- the snag!

"Don't be so stressed brother, I will keep my promises. But Ill although have to take care, that you'll do no stupid things. So let's start with this." He said and put in a lightening speed motion an iron band around his little brothers wrist

"What's THAT!" the brown-haired asked bewildered.

"Naah, nothing! Don't worry, only security measures. We don't want you to get lost on our little meeting. With this little thing Ill always know where you are." Chris tried angry to orb the band away, but nothing happened.

"You forgot to mention, that it blocks my powers."

"Oh that, yeah right that's another effect. Keeps us out of the silly fighting thing, right!" Still Wyatt smiled that insane smile.

+Serena are you there+ Chris called out mentally.

+Right by your side kiddo+ He heard the answer in his head and sighed invisible. The band could not block out his connection, so the plan wasn't in danger.

"Now to the second thing."

"Bianca!" Wyatt called out and a young woman shimmered in immediately.

Chris experienced eye knowledged by now that this girl was a phoenix.

For what the hell his brother needed an assassin right now?

Wait, this was not any phoenix, she was THAT phoenix, the one who had refused to kill his aunt. Chris had thought she would be long gone.

"Ah I see you have recognized our young companion. Yes I know I should have killed her after disobeying me, but naah, she's simply too sweet. We're still not one in that ´killing-only-if-she-wants´ thing – funny for a phoenix, if you asked me- but after some training we've found some tasks that fit for her. So for the next time she will be your personal guard. I thought you would accept her rather than one of my other underlings."

"So you really think you and your demon-club need protection from me, even without my magic powers! " Chris asked sarcastic.

"The other way around, my dear brother. She's there to protect YOU from my bunch of highly outraged demons. Don't you think they all know what you did to them? I think every single one would be happy to get killed by me, if they had in return the chance to cause you a painful death before that!"

"I see, so you've got them really under control oh-so-great-powerful-demon-leader!" Chris gave him a derisive grin.

This was the first time Wyatt's grin derailed – and it should not be the last time…

TBC…