Hey everyone! This chapter's basically Chris finding out that he's SPECIAL! Lol not really. Well sort of.. I don't know. Hope you every it :)
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"H... How... Did you... You do that...?" One of Richards team mates asked, looking towards Chris. Chris slowly walked back, not knowing what actually had happened.
"Chris, what's with you?" Bridget asked as she walked up to him.
"I... I... Did I... Really do that...?" Chris stuttered.
"Um... Yeah..." Darren said walking up next to Bridget.
"You... Couldn't see me...? But I was only walking..."
"Chris, it was just a blur. No one even saw you move."
Chris was looked back at Richard with everyone crowded around him.
"How is that... Even possible...?" He thought.
XxxxxxX
Chris was dead silent as he looked down staring at his hands. He felt sick, almost like he was going to throw up. He had no idea what the was going on. Why was everything moving so slowly to him before while everyone said the opposite when they were watching him? And did he really throw the ball that hard to throw Dick back against the concrete wall? He didn't know how to explain all of this, but he had to find a way... And fast. For Miss Knickerbottom and his mum were both staring straight at him, expecting an explanation.
"Well Chris. Is it true? Did you purposely hurt Richard?" Miss Knickerbottom asked, with her eyes peering over her glasses.
Chris stayed quiet and simply nodded his head.
"Chris, why would you do something like that?" His mum exclaimed. "You could have really injured that boy."
"But mum! You don't understand that kid. Dick is..."
"Dick?" His mum asked.
"I mean Richard..." Chris quickly said. "He's been bullying me, my friends and everyone else for as long as I can remember. Then I do one little thing, and I'm seen as the bad guy?"
Chris' mum gave him a angry glare, almost as say "You should really shut you mouth," with her eyes. Chris got the message, and shrugged in his sit.
"No matter what Richard did, he's badly hurt Chris. And it was your doing that caused it," Miss Knickerbottom said after a disappointed sigh. "What made you want to hurt him like that?"
Chris froze. Hurt him? Chris never wanted to hurt him in the first place. Well, he did... but he never thought of actually doing it, unless he had a death wish. It just... happened. Everything just "went weird" for a few moments, and then boom, Dick is half dead against the wall. But he couldn't say that. It wouldn't make any sense.
'"I don't know. I just guess I went a bit overboard...?" Chris said.
Miss Knickerbottom just looked at Chris, not saying a word. It was too quiet after that. Chris could hear his own heartbeat it was that quiet.
"Well I'm sorry to say this Chris," Miss Knickerbottom said, breaking the silent. "But because of your doing, I'm going to have to suspend you until further notice."
"What?" Chris said in a panic.
"Suspend!?" His mum yelled. "Do you really have to suspend him? He's not even 9 years old yet!"
"I'm sorry Mrs Lair, but rules are rules."
"But..." she said, about to protest, but stopped when she felt Chris pulling on her shirt sleeve.
"It's ok mum. I did hurt him, and I should take responsibility for it," Chris said politely.
Chris' mum looked at him in awe. She was amazed at how he was behaving. He wouldn't normally act that way.
"Mrs Lair, would you mind if I talked to you in private for a moment?" Miss Knickerbottom asked.
"Oh... of course," she replied. "Chris honey, do you mind waiting outside for a few minutes?"
Chris paused for a moment before nodded slightly, and got up and left the room.
She sighed. "Miss Knickerbottom, please don't suspend..."
"Something different about your son Anna," Miss Knickerbottom interrupted. "Isn't there?"
Chris' mum froze. "So, it is noticeable..." she said, sitting on the chair that Chris was in before. "Something going on with him, and I don't know what. Irma noticed it this morning too, that something was different about him."
"What do you think is different about him?" Miss Knickerbottom asked, curious in what she was talking about.
"Well occasionally, during these past couple of weeks, Chris has been waking up at around 3 or 4 in the morning. And when Irma, my husband or I come in to wake him up, he's just there playing with his toys, wide awake, not even the slightest bit tired."
"Go on," Miss Knickerbottom said.
"And this morning, when I dropped him off to school, his skin was ice cold, yet he told me he felt fine."
"Cold skin?" Miss Knickerbottom said to herself.
"Then when I got the call about Chris injuring that boy, I didn't believe a word of it. Chris has always been enthusiastic ever since he was little, but he's never hurt anyone. Plus he didn't have the strength to anyway."
"This is quite strange," Miss Knickerbottom said.
"May I ask what made you realise he was acting differently?"
She stood up and walked over to large window of her office.
"The reason was his behaviour," she said. "He's been in my office countless amount of times. Yet this is the first time he hasn't complained when I gave him his punishment."
Chris' mum lowered her head, hiding her face from showing how worried she truly was.
"I just don't know what's going on," she said choking on her words, almost like she was about to cry. Miss Knickerbottom turned back around before sighing.
"I completely understand what you must be going through Anna. How about to take him to see a doctor? They might have some answers towards Chris' sudden changes," she said kneeling down and taking her hand. "And I'll make the suspension as little as possible, or until we find out what's really going on with Chris, alright?"
Chris' mum sniffed quietly. "Thank you."
XxxxxX
"Mum, I'm gonna ask again, and can you give a answer. Why are we here?" Chris asked him mum has they sat in the waiting room of their local hospital.
"Just a check up honey," she replied, continuing to look straight ahead at the wall in front of her.
"Just a check up my ass," Chris thought. "I haven't had a check up in ages. Why do I randomly need one now?" He slouched down in his chair, crossing his arms.
"If it's just a check up, why isn't Irma here too?" He asked, trying to get an explanation.
"She doesn't need one right now," his mum said in the same tone as before, still looking ahead. Chris frowned at her before looking down at the floor.
"Maybe this might not be so bad. I might find out about why everything was moving so slowly before. And maybe even how I was able to hurt Dick like that," Chris thought again.
"Christopher Lair?" The nurse read from her clipboard as she walked around the corner. Chris stood up and began walking over to the nurse, before turning around, seeing his mum still siting in her chair, not even moving a muscle.
"Mum? You coming?" Chris asked.
"Hmm?" She said, finally snapping out of her trance. "Oh right, sorry. Just in a world of my own."
The nurse lead the two to the doctor's office, and knocked politely on the door.
"Excuse me doctor, but Christopher and Mrs Lair are here to see you."
"Send them in," they heard from the other side of the door, before the nurse opened the door and signalled them to go inside.
"Ah, Mrs Lair," the doctor exclaimed as he stood up and walked over to Chris and his mum. "I haven't seen you in years."
"I know, it's been far too long," Chris mum replied with a smile. "Chris, you probably don't remember, but this is the doctor that delivered you and checked up on you when you were a baby. Doctor William Dasfer," she explained.
"Wow Chris, you've got big, haven't you?" Doctor Dasfer said. Chris just screwed his face up at him with disgust. He was talking to him like 2 year old, and frankly, Chris found it annoying. He got enough of that from Irma's friends at her annual sleepovers.
"So I understand your hear just for a check up?" He asked.
"Yes, that's right, a check up. And you'll tell us if anything different or... wrong?" Chris' mum asked in a creepy way that made Chris a little uncomfortable.
"Of course. Now Chris, I'll just need you to come sit over on the bench here," he said walking over to the large bench over sitting at the side of the room. Chris walked over slowly and pulled himself up onto the bench.
"Ok Chris, I'm just going to do some simple tests involving both physical and mental skills, as well as ordinary tests involving your sight, hearing and all of that normal stuff, alright?" He asked.
"Um... Ok...?" Chris replied. Doctor Dasfer first began with checking is hearing, which he found nothing wrong. In fact, he found that Chris' hearing had the best hearing he had every come across from anyone of the same age. He then checked his sight, which again, nothing wrong. But the same with his hearing, was extremely impressive. After that he tested his reaction time and responses, and yes, they were well above average as well.
"Alright Chris, I'm just going to test your strength now," he said, handing Chris a grip strength dynamometer. "All I need you to do is to grip this as hard as you can, and don't let go until I say so. Ok?"
"Ok." And with that, Chris griped it as hard as he could. Suddenly, the needle on the dynamometer went straight to the highest number, and snapped off the bolded screw. Chris looked at it in awe.
"Did I... break it?" He asked.
"I... I think it might have already been broken..." Doctor Dasfer said, in the same amazed state as Chris. He quickly walked over to the steel cabinets on the other side of the room and grabbed other one. "Here. Try it again. This one's working fine."
Chris took the dynamometer and gripped it again, and like before, broke it. Doctor Dasfer was in shock.
"How... is that even... possible...?" He said to himself, looking through the notes he has attached to his clipboard.
"Is something wrong?" Chris' mum asked. He didn't give her a direct answer as he continued to look through his notes.
"Mrs Lair, would you mind if I gave Chris a short blood test?" He asked, finally looking up from his notes.
"Not... not at all..." she replied. "But why? What's going on?"
"Oh don't worry Mrs Lair," he said. "Just a standard test."
"What the hell is going on?" Chris thought, looking down at his hand. "How could I break two of those things?"
Doctor Dasfer gathered all he need to perform the blood test. He put on clear gloves, and prepared the needle.
"I don't want a needle..." Chris whined.
"Don't worry Chris. It wouldn't that much," he replied, gently grabbing Chris' arm and putting the needle in the vein. But it wouldn't go in. He tried again with a little more force, yet it still didn't break the skin. He tried one last time, pushing with a lot more force. Yet still nothing. And with that, the needle snapped in two.
"What the...?" He said looking at the snapped metal. "How did it break?"
"Mum... what's going on...?" Chris asked in a scarred. His mum didn't answer. She only stared at the needle in the doctor's hand in shock. "Mum...?"
"Chris, go sit down next to your mum." Doctor Dasfer said in a firm tone, much different to the way he was talking before. Chris did as he was told and jumped off of the bench and walked over to the sit next to his mum.
"Mum, are you ok?" Chris asked as he sat down. She turned around to face the desk in front of her, not responding to her son question.
Doctor Dasfer quickly packed up the equipment he had gotten out for the blood test, and walked over to his desk and sat down, before taking out a large, thick text book from a draw in his desk.
"Now Chris," he said, flipping through the pages of the text book until stopping about half way through. "I'm going to ask you a couple of maths questions. The questions will start reasonably easy for you're only 8 years old, and will progressively get harder. Once you get an answer wrong, we'll stop the test. Don't feel pressure about getting them all correct. We're just saying where you're mentally at for your level ok?"
"Um... ok..."
"Good." He replied. "First question. 5 x 7."
"35," Chris said with no hesitation.
"8 x 9."
"72," He said, again without needing any time to think.
"70 x 30."
"2100."
"900 x 32."
"28800."
"Very good," He said, flipping through a couple of pages. "Alright. Now let's start with some harder questions."
XxxxxX
20 minutes, and 53 questions later, both Doctor Dasfer and Chris' mum in utter shock and amazement by how quickly and accurately this 8 year old boy was answering these questions. Dasfer had moved onto year 10 level maths questions, yet Chris didn't need a calculator, or to write anything down, or even ask to repeat the question.
"Ok... um... solve the equation 'x' minus 2 over 4 plus 'x' plus 3 over 3, which altogether equals 2."
"The answer is 'x' equals 18 over 7."
"He's right again..." Doctor Dasfer said. "Chris... how are you doing this? This is year 10 material... Kids your age shouldn't even properly know their multiplication tables yet."
"I don't really know myself," Chris said. "I don't even understand what you're talking about when you ask me these questions, yet i can see the answer clearly unfolding in my head."
There was a long pause after Chris had finished specking, before Doctor Dasfer closed the text book.
"Alright Chris. We're all done with the tests. You're free to go," he said in his cheerful voice like before.
"Really? Cool," Chris said, getting up from his sit.
"But before you good, would you mind waiting outside for a second? I'd like to talk to your mother for just a moment."
Chris shrugged. "Why is everything becoming a secret?" He whined before leaving the room.
"William... what's going on with my son?" Chris' mum asked in a panic once Chris had left the room.
"Your son is... extraordinary..." he said. "His level of hearing and sight are the highest I've every seen in my entire career. His strength and mental ability on the other hand... well, let me just say that not even olympic weight lifters can break a grip strength dynamometer. And his maths skills are unbelievable."
"So... is he just gifted or something?" She asked.
"Well truly I too thought that at first. But let me ask you. Why do you think the needle snapped when i was about to take the blood test on Chris?"
She paused, thinking carefully about her answer. 'Um... A blunt needle?"
"No. Every needle we use for blood tests are designed to pierce through any type of skin. Yet it didn't even leave a scratch on Chris."
"Not even... a little mark?"
"Nothing."
Chris' mum looked down in shock. She was worried sick about her son. She truly felt helpless.
"What's going on William?!"
"I'm sorry, but I truly don't know myself. I... I can;t help you..."
Outside the office, Chris sat in one of the many available sits, taping his foot against the leg of the chair.
"What's really going on? Why do I suddenly have this strength and mental ability? And when did I start thinking all smart like?! I'm terrible at maths, and I was just solving year 10 problems," Chris thought. It was too noisy where he was sitting. He could he everything around him, the sound the the clock ticking on the wall behind him, peoples' foot steps from down the hall, even a pen writing on a piece of paper, and all of these random voices running through his head, even though there was no one around him.
"How can I hear all of this stuff too?" He thought, grabbing the sides of his head and screwed his eyes shut. "It's giving me a headache!" All of these sounds were driving Chris insane. He could barely hear himself think. He wanted to scream so everything could be silence again.
"Please... stop..."
"Chris."
Chris' eye shot open and he looked up. No one was there. He looked down the halls to see if anyone was there. No one. He realised the voiced had stopped, so did all the other noises.
"Hel... Hello...?" Chris said quietly.
"Chris. Can you hear me?"
Chris looked around again. "Where are you...?"
"In your mind."
"What?"
"Look, I don't have time to explain. Just listen, when you get home, go into your room, lock the door, sit quietly on the floor and close you eyes." The voice said.
"Wha... But why? And who are you...?"
"Just trust me. I'll see you soon."
"Wait! What are you talking about?!" Chris yelled as he quickly stood up.
The voice didn't replied after that. Chris looked around once again to see if it was someone messing with him, but couldn't see anyone.
"What the actually hell is going on today?"
I know I know. I freaking had to look at my maths books to find those weird problems. I used maths when I didn't have to... dear god! Anyway I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I know it was a bit slow with action and stuff, and it's a little confusing with what's going on with Chris, but will hopefully be explained in the next chapter or so. Ok here comes the bad news. Term 2 at my school is starting on Wednesday! NOOOOOOOOOO! So sadly I'll be having a hard time trying to fit in some time for writing :/ It truly sucks. But the second I have some free time, you know what I'll be doing. So if I haven't updated anything in like FOREVER, that's the reason... Anyways feel free to ask any questions or leave me a request. I may not be able to get to it right away, but I would be more than happy to do it. So until next time (which I don't when that will be... sorry ;( ) BYE!
