Author's Note: Yes I, like many fanfiction authors before me, am changing the Charles storyline we've been presented with. I am not doing so because I'm against the transgender storyline in any way but I am against how the writers and producers handled the Charles thing in general. There were far too many plotlines and to me it will only make sense if the upcoming seasons go in a direction such as the one I'll be positing here. I am trying to fact check as much as possible and I apologize if is crew anything up.
So here goes the little the first installment.
April 25th, 2017
She smiled when he stepped into her room. He was the third visitor she'd had in the five years since the State of Pennsylvania had declared her mentally insane and had her sent to the Torrance State Hospital.
At first he didn't say a word. He just pulled out a chair and stared at her as she sat at her desk.
"Did I do something wrong?" she finally whispered.
"They haven't figured out it's me yet so obviously not. You're such a good girl. I just wish…" he trailed off, looking wistful.
"You wish what?"
He sighed and finally met her piercing gaze. "I'm getting married in a couple of months. I wish you could be there but obviously you won't be able to attend. I just wanted you to hear it from me before the press gets a hold of the news. I know you still keep tabs on the girls."
She nodded but inside she was seething. How dare he do this after everything she'd done for him? She was here in this place because of him, because he'd implied that they could be together once all was said and done. She couldn't just let him do this.
Only she couldn't hide her feelings from him, she'd never been able to. But before she could do or say anything he shot out of his chair and was right next to her, his front pressed against her the back of her chair.
She felt the pressure as he slid the needle into a vein in her arm and she knew what he'd done. It was all over for her but not for him, not yet. He'd have covered his tracks. No one would know he'd killed her.
Good thing she'd left the diary in the library and had told her friend Courtney what to do with it if she died.
When her body went limp in the chair he deftly transferred to her bed and tucked the covers up under her chin in a mockery of care. He wiped down everything he'd touched and then knelt down next to the bed, smiling when she struggled to open her eyes. "See you in hell, CeCe," he whispered.
She had just enough breath to issue one last thing. Two words, a question she would never have answered.
"Charles…why?"