Just a little dribble of inspiration after completing Until Dawn. If you haven't played it already, y'all should check it out. It's pretty cool.
If anyone had told him a year ago that his life would be forever changed, Chris would've just laughed in their face. How could a guy like him, a handsome elegant guy-god no doubt, ever conceive of this fate? It was laughable, in all the most horrid ways, in all the disturbing trickles of humor.
It was supposed to be just a prank.
Last year...that eventful night.
Granted, Chris was piss drunk and unmoving, but the concept still applied. He had, unknowingly, taken part in what would start the Butterfly Effect. That stupid little anecdote he made to Sam on the cable car, just to pass time, was resoundingly accurate to what happened.
Chris could now call himself a prophet.
Yet, as the blonde leaned back in that helicopter, the events of the night still racing through his frigid mind, he couldn't call himself anything. He didn't know who he was. Was he a hero? Boyfriend? Coward? Did he deserve the title of Worst-Best-Friend-Ever-Forever-Eternity-Loser? Chris didn't think so, but the guilt of leaving Josh behind still stung.
It hurt.
The betrayal, the death that chased them through the night, the Stranger and his last moments...the sickening sound of a wet plop as his head hit the snow...
...It was all too much.
Tonight couldn't have happened. There was no feasible way that what they had just been through actually happened. It had to be a figment of their nightmare, an illusion of reality.
Yet through these thoughts, Chris couldn't help but smile. She'd kissed him. On the lips. Lips. Were. Kissed.
Booyah.
That certainly was one of the most unexpected yet riveting moments of Chris's entire life, followed shortly by the most harrowing experience he'd ever felt. Chris's eyes went wide again as he realized that he could've died up on that mountain. The mountain they were currently being rescued from.
I can't die though...I'm a a handsome-elegant-guy-god.
As Chris jerked himself from his thoughts, his eyes wandered across the cockpit of the helicopter, eyes scanning across his friends. He'd almost forgotten that they were there, that they'd been through Hell too.
Em was still running her mouth-off, complaining how hard she'd sue the Ranger Service if they so much as damaged a hair on Matt's head.
Mike was jerky, his movements not quite matching his facial expressions. His eyes constantly darting back to the sleeping form of Jess, as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he looked away long enough.
Sam was just blank...her body unmoving as she gazed out the window. She looked like she'd just fought a war, and Chris vowed to buy her a Snickers if the Ranger Station had a vending machine. He'd buy that fucking chocolate delight if it was the last thing he'd do...he owed her that much. Sam pretty much saved everyone's asses back there.
The final face he drifted to was the one sitting next to him, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers interlaced with his. The feeling of her against him brought a huge comfort to the awkward hero (Chris had officially decided he was one), and he let out a breath he didn't' know he was holding.
They'd done it. They'd survived.
The thought of Ash screaming, her eyes alight with terror as they were strapped to those chairs. It was in that moment, the cold gun in Chris's hand, that he realized that he'd die for this girl. He would DIE for her.
And he knew, that no matter what night terrors he'd no doubt suffer through after getting back to civilization...
...He knew he wouldn't have to face it alone.