Title: Control
Author: Za Webmaster Authoress

Posted On:
November 7th, 2007
Summary:
Chris needs control. As his suicidal wish, he will get it, should Fate allow it. (threeshot)
Note:
Meh, I decided to continue. Be happy and review, or I'll never be nice again. No song for this one, I couldn't find any good ones. I'll try for a songfic in the third part.
Rated For: Some language, thematic elements, some blood, attempted suicide.

Part II

First, he thought he was dead. But his entire body ached with pain, and he knew from experience that in death you don't feel physical pain. So he wasn't dead. Chris opened his eyes and met the inky canvas of night, small diamonds twinkling as stars.

"Ow." he muttered, hand instinctively moving towards his aching head.

His whole body ached, actually, but his head was really being a bitch. He sat up, ignoring the protests of his stiff and sore muscles.

"Meow."

Chris nearly fell off of the Golden Gate Bridge, but through not a small amount of luck, he managed to grab the slippery metal edge before he totally fell.

A click in his mind, like a key turning in a lock. He was supposed to be dead. He had jumped, after asking his mother to kill him when he was born. Then he had jumped, Piper had screamed, and Leo had shouted.

Chris hauled himself up with some difficulty, but he nonetheless managed it. What the hell had made that noise?

And there he saw it.

A damn black cat, swishing it's tail and watching him with bright green eyes.

He narrowed his haunted emerald eyes at it, and stood up.

"Scat, cat." he growls, flicking his wrist.

The cat just meows, tail still steadily moving back and forth, sharp eyes trained on Chris as though he was the only thing in the world.

The cat suddenly morphed into a human girl. Blonde hair streaked with silver and black accompanied by pale white skin and thin lips to fit her skinny form.

Chris immediately took the defensive, leaping backwards and moving into a fighting pose.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

She just smiled. "I'm Fate. And I'm here to inform you that your choice was not what I'd planned for you." she took a step closer.

Chris was not fooled by her average jeans, Converse, and t-shirt. She looked like a harmless 15 year old, but Chris's paranoia knew better. Even if he ignored the fact that one eye was green and brown and the other was violet and blue, his gut instinct told him that this teenage girl was anything but defenseless.

"Oh quit it Chris, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to help you, but I can't help you unless you want to be helped, savvy?"

He glared at her, keeping his mouth shut and his senses on high alert. She stepped forward again, and he matched her step by moving backwards.

"You blabbed your secret, a normal response considering the circumstances. Now, if you agree, I am going to warp everything to the way I originally planned it. Everyone in this time is none the wiser to who you really are, you're not speeding towards a watery grave, and you're not within an inch of death from battle wounds. All I ask is that you do just one thing for me. So... Do we have an accord?"

Chris remained speechless. He was shocked that this girl had spoken so nonchalantly about her proposal, as if it was a normal every-day occurrence. Now to her, it most likely was, but even to someone like Chris, she seemed a bit to casual about the whole ordeal for anyone to be comfortable.

"I said, 'Do we have an accord?'" the girl sighed deeply and very theatrically.

"Go ahead. You'll do it with or without my consent. If you do it with, it just makes your conscience feel a bit better." Chris snapped harshly. He was brimming with bitterness, brimming with hate and despair.

The girl looked at him, studying him. She even cocked her head to one side, like a confused dog might. "Oh Chris..." she whispered, and she said it with a sad tone, like he had just revealed something to her that she didn't already know. Something big, something that would have an impact.

"Chris, is that what you think?" she seemed almost hurt. "I am not the same as Destiny. No, he's much different. Much, much, much different. He nudges you into the direction he wants, or he used to. Then everyone got 'free will' and his powers are diminished just a bit. He has a master plan, and he tries to get people to succumb to his master plan. Me, on the other hand, well, I'm a different story. I like free will, first off. What I make happen for an individual is based on what that individual has done. Sort of like karma. You have earned a direct say in what goes on in your fate, something very few have ever done. I will do whatever you want me to. You can take the offer I proposed, or you can let everything go as it was going to. They will know your secret, you will be dead, Wyatt will become a tyrant, and the world will be doomed to an eternal suffering until Wyatt dies or someone manages to get the Resistance to succeed in their mission."

Chris's eyes flicked at the mention of his older brother and the dark future that seemed destined to stay.

"So choose, Chris. Life or death, ignorance or knowledge, a chance or damnation. Accept and receive life, ignorance and chance. Or refuse, and receive death, knowledge, and damnation."

He stares at her for a long moment, turning over her words again and again in his head. He earned this, he earned control.

With hope in his heart, he smiled. A real smile.

"I accept."

So maybe Fate does care what you want.But are there strings attached?


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