Disclaimer: if I by some miracle owned Charmed, do you think I'd go and off Chris?! Yeah right.!

CHAPTER 2

"The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left. The knowledge that this question was possible: pain that turns finally into emptiness. The knowledge that the same equation applied to everything, more or less." Roberto Balano

It was a somewhat normal Saturday morning in the Halliwell Manor, that is if you call demons bursting into flames and splashing green goo all over the furniture normal. The demon was a lower level demon that was stupid enough to attack on Saturday morning when all the Halliwells were present, . They were all there, infact as powerful and strong willed as they were known to be, none of them was ever able to resist Piper's extra ordinary pancakes.

Ah, the power of pancakes!

Anyway, while the cousins were busy cleaning up the mess, their mothers were busy gossiping. Apparently Phoebe was complaining about the fact that her husband was rarely home anymore, an occupational hazard of being a Cupid. Paige on the other hand was complaining about having to teach hormonal 15 year olds in magic school (why she went back to teaching was beyond her!).However, Piper was oddly silent, something her sisters weren't used to.

"Hey is everything okay? Something seems to be bothering you." Phoebe asked.

"Huh, no it's nothing, it's just that I have this feeling you know, like something is going to happen." Piper answered.

"Well, around here something is always happening, are you sure that's all there is?" Paige interjected.

"Yeah, I think so, I mean yeah." Piper replied. But still she couldn't shake this disturbing feeling.

"Mom, mom wake up, just please wake up, don't leave me alone, I can't handle it. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, this is not happening, WAKE UP!"

"Wyatt, where have you been? You've been gone for three hour, why didn't you tell me you were going to the Underworld, I could've helped you, I wanted to!"

"What do you mean there's no good or evil, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Wyatt, won't you get it through your thick skull, I will never ever join you, not now, not tomorrow, not in a billion year, so will you leave me alone for God's sake!"

"YOU KILLED THEM, YOU KILLED YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLODD YOU SON OF A BITCH"

"Bianca, there no way in hell am I ever going to kill him, I just don't have that power in me."

"Will you marry me?"

"You're pregnant?! Are you sure? I mean are you really sure?"

"I have to go back, I have to fix this, I have to save him, I just have to"

"I'm Chris Perry, I'm from the future"

"Trust me. Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, but the book thinks I'm good, shouldn't you?"

"Because I know what I'm doing"

"I didn't go back to betray you, Wyatt. I went back to save you,"

"Maybe we will be again."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

Chris woke with a start, the pain from losing Bianca still gnawing at his heart. He clutched his heart and gasped for air, it did him no good. He could still feel the other Chris's heartbreak and ache. Who ever said that losing a fiancé was easy was dead wrong. He could take the pain of a broken leg anytime over this.

He made his way downstairs where he was sure to see his gathered family. It was a Saturday morning after all.

"Hey guys," he said upon entering the very crowded kitchen.

"Hey honey, would you like some pancakes?" His mothers asked while she pecked him on the cheek.

"Sure." Was his brief reply.

"So, slept well bro?" Wyatt asked.

"Like a baby," his bitter tone went unnoticed.

Just then white orbs filled the room, and Leo appeared. He looked alert which in turn alerted the people present.

"Something wrong?" His wife asked immediately.

"Eh, not really, there's a demon on the loose. His name is Mesmero, he has been mainly inactive for the past ten years, well that is until now. He has the power to make his victims live through their most painful memories until they snap. He is pretty dangerous and very tricky to catch." Leo concluded.

"We'll get right on it." Phoebe announced already on her way to the attic

Living your worst memories over and over again, I wonder how that would be like. Chris thought sarcastically.

A.N

Okay, okay I know it's not anywhere near the best you've ever read, but I'd really love it if you reviewed.

Oh and plz keep in mind that I'm writing this fic to practice English, since it's my second language.

Bye