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Two Worlds Collide
Wyatt and Chris were in the underworld hunting for demons. "Stay close to me, Chris. Mom and Dad are already going to kill me for taking you down here with me. The last thing I need is you getting hurt to make it worse."
"They can't kill you if they don't find out. Besides, they would've killed you for coming down here by yourself anyway," Chris said. That was how he got Wyatt to let him tag along in the first place. He'd told him that if he didn't, he would tell their parents he was going demon hunting.
"Yeah, you'd better not tell them either. I swear I will kick your ass if you do," Wyatt warned.
"Yeah, you in what army," Chris asked with a smirk. "Anyway, I have just as much to lose as you do by them finding out. They might kill me a little less than they will you, but they'll still kill me."
The two brothers continued down the corridor they were on. They'd been walking for about five minutes when Chris noticed something on the ground. He immediately picked it up. "Hey, what's this?
Wyatt turned to look. It wasn't like anything he'd seen before. It was round shaped with some kind of lever on it. "Okay, put it down. You don't know what that thing could do."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Don't be so paranoid, Wy."
"I'm being paranoid? We're in the Underworld. That thing probably belongs to a demon, which means that it's dangerous," Wyatt said. He didn't know about his brother sometimes. Usually he was quite sensible, but there were times when he could be really dense. "You know what? Give it here."
"Hey, let go!" Chris yelled when his brother grabbed hold of the thing. They both fought with it for a minute before Chris accidently hit the lever, causing a bright light to erupt from it.
Wyatt watched in horror as the thing engulfed his brother and light and then he disappeared. "Chris!"
In another much different world, fourteen-year-old Chris Halliwell was in the Underworld by himself. He was as always fighting demons. It was all he did now. When most of his family died and he learned of his brother's betrayal, he shut down. His only reason for existing now was to fight Wyatt and vanquish any demon he could get his hands on. His grandfather of course tried to stop him, but he was past reason now.
Chris continued down until he noticed something in the corner near a rock. He immediately went to pick it up. It was a sphere like object with some kind of lever. He wondered what it did. "Only one way to find out I guess." He pulled the lever and watched as a bright light shined on him.
"Oh, crap," was the only thing Chris had time to say before he disappeared.
Chris didn't know exactly what happened, but the next thing he knew, he was standing in another piece of the underworld with his brother right in front of him.
"Oh, thank God," Wyatt said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Wyatt," Chris seethed. He felt a deep rage come over him. He hadn't seen Wyatt since their mother's death. Actually, since Wyatt killed their mother.
"I told you not to touch that stupid thing. Where did it take you? Are you hurt?" Wyatt asked concerned.
Chris couldn't hear Wyatt's questions. All he could hear or see right now was how the person in front of him had murdered his mother and left him virtually alone.
Wyatt suddenly noticed the look his younger brother was giving him. He'd never seen that look in Chris' eyes before. They held nothing but pure hatred. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Chris didn't answer. He just raised his hand and sent Wyatt sailing through the air.
Wyatt hit the wall with a large thud. It wasn't enough to knock him out, but it sure hurt like hell. "What the hell, Chris?" He started to get up again, but before he even got to his feet, Chris had hit him with another wave of telekinesis.
Chris immediately lunged at his brother and got on top of him. He then proceeded to beat the crap out of him.
Wyatt didn't even really have time to react before his brother threw punch after punch at him. He had no idea what was going on or why his brother had suddenly become so aggressive. It had to be that demonic artifact. It must have done something to Chris.
After a minute, Wyatt managed to use his leg to kick Chris off of him. He then got on top of him and pinned his arms to his side. He didn't want to hurt Chris, but he had to find a way to get him under control.
"Go ahead. Kill me!" Chris yelled.
"What? I'm not going to kill you, Chris," Wyatt said. He couldn't believe his brother would say something like that. Sure, he'd threatened to kill his brother on occasion, but that was just something you said when you were angry. It had no real meaning and Chris knew that. So why did he think he was going to kill him.
"Why not? You wanna see me suffer some more?" Chris asked hatefully.
"What has gotten into you? I'm your brother. I would never hurt you," Wyatt said.
"Just like you would never hurt Mom, right? But we both know then that, right, Wyatt. You killed her right in front of me," Chris said with pain and anger in his voice.
Okay, now Wyatt knew for sure that something was definitely wrong with his brother. Their mother wasn't dead. She was alive and well back at the Manor. Well, enough to kill him when this was over with.
"Just end it already! Put me out of my misery!" Chris yelled.
Wyatt finally decided that this was too much for him to handle on his own and he orbed himself and Chris out of there and to the Manor.
Meanwhile, the other Chris found himself alone in the Underworld. "Wyatt? Wy, where are you?"
There was no answer.
"Okay, this is not good. This is very, very bad," Chris said.
Soon about a dozen demons shimmered in front of Chris.
"Oh, yeah. Real bad."