Chapter five
Description: Wyatt's a newly hired FBI agent quickly making his way up the ranks, When he's sent on a job to recruit a highly illegal and dangerous hacker with the code name, 'Black Hat', he finds himself a little more than over his head.
A/N Last Chapter then an epilogue. Maybe. Shadow Keyblader, just an apology in advance. I promise I'll eventually write that fanfiction for you when I get the chance. Thanks for letting me use them, and again, Sorry about how they'll get treated this chapter, Especially Xananh. A\N. Sorry for the wait, Didn't expect for time to get ahead of me. Anyway, As many excuses I make, I apologise for the lack of creativity for this chapter.
Chris sighed as he stared at the screen of the black laptop sitting in front of him.
He was tempted to push it away, pretend he couldn't reach it with his hand chained to the table, but he knew that it would only just be pushed back, and possibly even closed if it was moved with a telekinetic force, and Chris had programmed it to shut down if it was abruptly shut, and he really didn't have the patience for the laptop to connect to the FBI's internet, the firewall fighting his laptop almost every step of the way.
Chris was a professional hacker, the best of the best, and no firewall could stop him, they were annoying but quick to deal with, and right now, he didn't think he could take one more thing annoying him.
His cell phone was too far away for him to reach, and he wasn't going to risk using his powers in public. Witch Hunters were bitches, and he knew exactly how much it hurt to be nearly burnt alive.
Witch Hunters had started to work together in 2013, over seven years ago, and he and Xananh, along with several other of their companions had been caught several times. Though Xananh wasn't a witch, she could use some witches powers if she knew them well enough, frustrating Chris to no end when she tried to use his.
The gentle caress of her powers entering his mind was exactly like the feeling that he got when he and Wyatt used to talk telepathically, and he felt a sense of un-welcome and almost scary sense of Déjà Vu. It almost made him feel sick.
Frustrated, Chris slammed his head down on the table. The Hospital's system and firewalls were vicious, and although firewalls were easy for him to crack, he was worried about getting a virus from one of them. His firewalls and virus scanners were amazingly good, being made by Chris himself, but they had times where they faulted, and Chris was certain that any virus that he would possibly get would be one that would wipe his whole hard drive clean, and he didn't really want to have to copy every single program off his USB and on to the laptop again.
Sighing as he looked back up at the screen, he glared at it heatedly, tapping his fingers none to gently on the edge of the beloved laptop. An annoyed growl broke from his lips, one error could potentially shut his laptop down, and he really, really didn't want to start all over again.
Chris took a sip of the warm, almost cold, coffee, and wrinkled his nose.
His brother seemed to think no coffee should be drunk black and with sugar, so now Chris was stuck with a white coffee with what Chris could only assume, was at least six teaspoons of sugar. He was tempted to throw it at someone.
Staring at the screen, Chris sighed and mentally crossed his finger and tried a code, silently cheering as he got through. He wasn't far from getting in to the Hospital's files, all he had to do now was download them and hope to god they weren't viruses. He would kill someone if they were.
Literally.
He heard Wyatt snort and he growled at his brother, automatically realising that his jack-ass brother had been in his head, and he immediately conjured the most dirtiest pictures he could think of and summon them to the front of his mind, and his brother choked on his coffee.
Being the oldest and having a great bond with his brother before he left, Wyatt thought he knew nearly everything about his brother, including all his innocence, which now, seemed more dirty than a garbage truck that hadn't been emptied since 1932.
Chris hissed quietly as a spark of pain went off in his chest, and almost automatically, he knew something was desperately wrong, and he reached for his phone quickly, almost breaking his wrist as he pulled on it.
Wyatt noticed his brother's distress but didn't get a chance to ask as his brother quickly speed-dialled his fiancé's number, muttering 'come on, come on pick up.'
After the fourth ring, Chris ended the call, and glanced anxiously at his brother. Panic and fear clouding his senses.
"Wyatt..." He started as he felt another pain, this time exploding in his lower stomach, and he gripped it tightly, his face going white, and Wyatt wasn't sure if it was the pain that was clear in his brother's face, or the fear being the reason for the loss of colour.
"Wyatt, W-we have to get to X-Xananh, S-Something's wrong." He stuttered, and Wyatt was surprised at his brother's fear, ever since he'd spoken to Chris, he had been cocky and sarcastic, cool and collected, and now it was spiking fear in Wyatt himself.
Grabbing his brother and quickly unlocking the cuff, he let his brother orb him, and as soon as he materialised, he gasped. The room was one from a gory horror movie, blood splattered the walls and the cheap carpets. There was a knife on the floor, coated in blood, and he went over to it as he heard his brother gasp himself, and run over to a shallow breathing figure on the carpet, and Wyatt could tell the figure was close to death.
"Oh G-god, Xananh, P-please be okay, Look at me." He begged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he grasped her hand, the flesh cold, and he resisted the urge to gag.
"W-Wyatt!" He cried, and his brother moved quickly to his side, his hands gently pushing Xananh on to her back, and took a shaky breath at the blood coating her clothes, there was obviously more than one wound, and Wyatt automatically knew he couldn't heal her, but he tried anyway, his hands shaky as they hovered over the wound and he concentrated as Xananh came to, moaning in pain, the pain filled eyes searching out for her fiancé, and once found, she weakly grasped at his shirt, tears staining her cheeks.
"C-Chris, I-it's too late, D-Don't b-bother. P-please l-leave me b-be." Her voice was shaky and more tears rolled down Chris's face, as he shook his head, planting a soft kiss to her forehead.
"N-no Chris, P-please, T-they'll be b-back, t-they'll k-kill y-you." She gasped out, weakly batting Wyatt's hands away, as she silently begged her fiancé, grasping at him with two hands, almost sighing in content as Wyatt helped her sit in Chris's lap, frowning as tears splashed on to her face, mixing with her own.
"D-Don't Cry... L-Love y-you. D-don't g-get y-yourself... killed." Chris shook his head once more, his voice shaky and breaking as he spoke. "D-don't leave me."
It was Xananh's turn to shake her head as she weakly pulled the engagement ring off her finger, before gently pulling Chris's hands towards her and dropping the ring in, before wrapping her small hand around Chris's as her body was weakly giving out on her, and she gently breathed, the voice not so shaky, "Don't forget me, b-but don't fight it. I l-love you, P-please, for m-my sake, stay alive. Y-you deserve it m-more than anyone." She swallowed, her time nearing as she weakly whispered a few more words, none that Chris could make out, clearly in another language, and Chris gave a shaky laugh as he replied in the same language as Xananh's eyes slid shut, the rise and fall of her chest stilling.
The sound of his brothers crying filled the room, his body wracking with sobs as he Wyatt crouched next to him, wrapping a shoulder around him, and Chris leaned in to his brother, seeking all the comfort he could as he cried himself to sleep and Wyatt sighed shakily, before looking up at the ceiling and gently whispering his father's name once he was positive his brother was asleep, and he closed his eyes against the blue lights, indicating his father's entrance, followed by a small gasp, and it had Wyatt wondering what would happen to his whole family after what he had planned next.
A\N3: Epilogue next! :3 Also, again, sorry for the wait, I'm entering a competition for writing, and I've struggled with ideas for it. If anyone has an Idea I can use, let me know. Also, Shadow Keyblader, Hope you liked this chapter.