I have been working on this story for the past few days and I have accomplished a lot. Now that I have told you that, let's move onto the story. All mistakes are mine and I don't own Charmed...blah blah blah.

Bodies. Bodies littered the street. Badly burned with cuts or deeply stabbed. They laid everywhere in messy bloody piles. Fallen Resistance members. Friends. Even cousins, parents, and more terrifyingly, children. Everyone was gone. Everyone was dead. No one lived.The war had ended but not in a happy way. No one could be saved. Even all demons were dead.

In the middle of the wreckage was his big brother. Or at least the body of his brother. The brother he used know. The kind, caring brother that used to protect him from danger whether he wanted it or not. The gentle brother that disowned Leo after he had been a freaking jerk to Chris when their own mother had been murdered. But his brother left like the rest of the family had...the only thing that was left was a soulless dictator who developed a hunger for power and pain. Funny how those both started with a P like the family tradition of names.

There he stood with his fancy, legendary, sword Excalibur which had blood coated to it as if it was taunting paint sprayed on it. Soon Wyatt noticed him and smirked at with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Hello Christopher." He started walking towards Chris. "I'd let you join me but I can't since you won't accept anyways."

"Wy," Wyatt turned away, "I miss you. I miss our family. I miss the way life used to be. But most importantly, I miss my big brother. The one who pounded any bully that dared to harm me."

"So..." Wyatt turned back to Chris but was interrupted.

"But I can't help you destroy the world even though you already have." Chris stared at the ground in sadness, "Remember mom, she always said that our family was supposed to stick together no matter what happened. Why couldn't you have been the brother I needed. When mom died, you were happy about her death? Just because she was 'holding me back'."

"It doesn't matter." Wyatt growled in anger before he grinned, "You won't be around long enough to care. There's no one to safe you. No pathetic cousins. No useless father. Not even your traitorous fiance."

With that he swung Excalibur around towards Chris' head and Chris closed his eyes tightly while waiting for impact. It never came.

Slowly looking up through eyelashes, Chris saw something worse. The bodies in the streets had melted away to reveal his family. His aunts, Leo, and his mother. They laid unmoving on the floor of the attic. Above them was Gideon with a smug smile on his face.

"They got in my way." He stated as if it justified him murdering them, "And you are going to watch me as I kill that twice-blessed brat."

Chris saw baby Wyatt orb into the room only to be trapped in a crystal cage. Realizing that he couldn't orb out and becoming extremely frightened, Wyatt wailed. Gideon smirked and pulled out an athame from his school robes before holding it above his head. It was a cursed athame.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Chris jumped to get in front of Gideon before Wyatt could get stabbed but felt his energy leave him and he started to disappear into thin air.

"Your parents are gone so you don't exist."

"Nooooooooooooo!" Chris bolted straight upward while breathing very heavily. As he noticed he was in the manor, he remembered that he was back in the past and it had just been a dream.

"Chris?" Piper ran into the room in a worried hurry, "What happened?"

"Just a dream." He whispered weakly before laying down again.

"Just sleep." Piper sat onto his bed by his side while stroking his hair in a calming way, "Good night peanut."

Chris was asleep once again and Piper kissed his forehead before rising to head out the door. She heard a murmur come from him before she carefully closed the door with a click.

Cliffhanger...Will Chris be ok? How did the sisters and Leo react to the news? That's all on the next chapter. All mistakes are mine and...

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