CHAPTER TITLE: Chapter One
CHARACTERS: Charlie Francis, The Shapeshifter
GENRE: Tragedy, Supernatural
RATING: M
SUMMARY: Charlie didn't leave after he died...
REQUESTED BY: slgorman, good friend and fellow Charlie Francis obsessor (she can be found on livejournal)
WORD COUNT: 418
WARNINGS: Character death
SPOILERS: Season Two
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh, this is going to be a good plot bunny! I can feel it!
DISCLAIMER: Obvious this isn't mine.
It had been dizzying at first. He'd been confused at what exactly was happening and if felt as if he were in a vacuum where sound couldn't quite meet his ears, though oddly enough he could feel the sound waves rippling his body like a stone skipping across water. And his vision was extremely clouded, like trying to see through a fogged up window. He knew something was wrong and he tried screaming out, but either he couldn't make noise or he couldn't hear it. Either way it was terrifying and paired with the fact he couldn't feel his body was sending him into a panic.
When sound and vision finally cleared, he found himself in on of the dark corners of the hospital basement's ceiling. It took him a moment to realise where he was and then came the mystery of what he was doing all the way up here. Had he been tied up? He could picture a giant spider spinning a web and cocooning him here, which wasn't too hard to believe considering only a few months ago he had squirmy worms growing side of him.
He called out for help a few times but no one came.
'Liv has to know I'm missing. We're partners, she can sense these kind of things,' he thought hysterically. 'Partners always know these kind of things.'
But it wasn't until much later when someone finally came and when he saw who it was, he couldn't have been more shocked.
'Me? But I'm up here—the Shapeshifter!'
He watched, still unable to move as the Shapeshifter who looked identical to him pulled a heavy metal cart filled with laundry or something over to the hospital basement's incinerator and Charlie wondered if the Shapeshifter had put him up here on the ceiling. But then again, it appeared as though Shapeshifter had no idea he was up here—
The Shapeshifter opened the incinerator's door and rummaged through the cart to pull out a body—his body!—and lifted him out, carrying him over to the giant furnace.
'What are you doing? What are you doing?!' Charlie screamed, watching in horror.
The Shapeshifter threw him into the flames and Charlie cried out, though the Shapeshifter didn't seem to hear him. How could he be down there when he was up here? How could he—
The grim realisation of what was quickly becoming a nightmare made Charlie let out a wail that he was sure no one heard.
He was dead and no one knew it.