The Prophecy
All original characters in this story are copyright to me only.
The story plot itself is also copyright to me only.
Do not re-distribute without my permission.
*Michael Stewart Stephenson*
***
Chapter 2 - Different Day, Different Destiny
"-there's no way they'll find us in her-"
CRAAASH!!!!!!!!
Charisma woke up, sweat plastering his head to the sheets.
"Shit." He muttered, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. What was it with these dreams? This was the third time he'd woken up during the last two nights.
He looked around the room, Bantam was across the room, fast asleep. The place was totally dark except for the pale silver moonlight filtering in through a gap in the curtains.
He got out of bed and walked out of the room silently, he needed something to drink. Maybe even a couple of paracetemol, his head was pounding.
He turned at the landing and padded down the stairs, he stopped half way and looked out of the window. There was a nice view of randomly places houses, shimmering in bright moonlight. He looked away and walked into the kitchen.
The light was on already. Charisma kind of felt guilty not telling his parents (or foster-parents, if you like) about Becky, but they all agreed not to bother worrying them, if Julie and Phil wanted them to know, then they'd phone them.
He pulled a glass out of the cupboard and ran the water quietly. He waited until it was ice cold then filled the glass.
He opened the door to step outside into the cool air and the moonlight.
He suddenly felt the need to do something.
It was pretty obvious what.
He placed down his glass on the outside table and set off in the direction of Jessica's house.
The walk would usually take about ten minutes, he might have only just woken up, but Charisma seemed to have a build up of energy. He set off running full speed.
The wind whistled past his face and whipped his tail about behind him. Moving at speed, he soon reached Jess' house.
As it happened, she was sitting outside her house, on the doorstep, with her head in her hands. Charisma slowed his pace and cautiously sidled up to her.
"Jess?" She viciously threw a paw out at the sound before she knew what it was. Charisma narrowly dodged it. Jess brought her paw down and looked up at Charisma.
"Sorry, Charisma. Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"Sorry. I was just…y'know?"
Charisma sat down next to her on the step. "I know." He put an arm around her.
She burst into tears and buried her head in Charisma's shoulder.
"There must be something I can do, Charisma!" She wailed.
"There's nothing any of us can do. The best we can do is wait." He added as an afterthought: "And pray."
"That's not good enough though! Who knows what could be happening to her?! Nobody even knows what that thing was that carried her away!"
She started crying harder, as though speaking of it again had awoken a new level of sadness.
"I know, Jess. I know." He handed her a large dandelion leaf to wipe her eyes.
She looked at the leaf and stared at it.
"Sorry."
"It's OK, Jess. I know what you're going through, she may not be my cousin, but she is one of my best friends." Charisma made every effort to refer to Becky in the present tense, not the past. He moved his hand up and squeezed her shoulder, trying his best to imitate a massage.
Jess sighed. "You're right. She's one of your best friends. I know it's just as bad for you. This whole thing."
She put her hand on his and suddenly, Jess moved forward and kissed Charisma, on the lips.
After a minute or so, Jess parted from Charisma and took his hand. She opened the door to her house.
"Come on, let's go in. It's cold out here."
"I should go back home actually…"
"Oh." Jess said, she let go of Charisma's hand and bowed her head slightly. "Charisma, can't you just stay a while? I could do with a friend…"
She looked up at him hopefully. Tears residing in the corners of her eyes.
"Please…?"
Charisma didn't need much persuasion. Jess was one of his best friends, he cared for her deeply. He'd know her since she'd moved to the Spring Yard Zone when they was six.
He took her hand back and tilted her chin up. "Relax, Jess. I'll stay here with you."
He kissed her forehead and put his arm around her. "So let's go inside."
Jess smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, Charisma. It's nice to know you're there for me."
"I always will be."
***
Charisma shook himself mentally. He knew he should wake up now, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it.
A bright blue flash…
A disgusting crunching noise…
A stone flew and ricocheted off the small window.
Jumbled words seemed to run past his eyes:
You have to do it.
For us…
"Aargh!"
"…Charisma?" Bantam questioned from outside the window.
Charisma opened his eyes, quickly took in the view, took a second to remember where he was.
Jess' bedroom.
Oh, yeah.
He stood up and walked to the window. Bantam was stood there, looking up at him.
"Yeah."
"What're you doing here?"
"Lending some moral support."
Jessica groaned in her bed and turned over. She saw Charisma standing up and smiled at him.
Charisma smiled back. "How you doing?"
She broadened her smile. "Surviving."
"Charisma!" Bantam shouted again from outside. "That cloud thing!"
Charisma didn't even pause to think which cloud thing, he knew.
"What about it?" He silently hoped Jess didn't hear the mention of the cloud, in case it brought out some raw emotion he just didn't want to contend with.
Bantam peered up at the window. "Come down here, I'll tell you."
Charisma sighed, there were times when Bantam just didn't get the point of the relationship between urgency and self comfort.
He decided to let him off. "Fine."
He pulled on his trainers and stroked Jess' foot as he walked past her and down the stairs. She laughed and rolled back into bed, pulling the covers over her head.
Charisma opened the front door. Bantam nearly toppled him over as he rushed in, carrying a large red sleeved book.
Jessica woke up, not knowing she had fallen back asleep in the first place. She looked down at herself, knowing she'd woken up already, not that she remembered it clearly.
Charisma had been at the window or something, shouting out of it.
Charisma.
In her bedroom.
Oh, yeah.
She thought back to the night before. They didn't do anything, they didn't even kiss. They just lay in each others arms for the night. Jess hanging onto Charisma for every bit of comfort she could find.
She changed out of the clothes she'd slept in and found a pair of black boots with a white stripe running over them sideways, like Sonics. She carried them downstairs.
Charisma and Bantam were sitting on the couch, Bantam was holding a book. Charisma looked up at her when she entered the room.
He didn't smile, instead he stood up and walked to her, he put a hand on both of her shoulders.
"We're going on a journey." He still didn't smile as he said it, not like they do in the movies. He was solemn faced and seemed apprehensive.
He blinked. "We're going to the-"
End of chapter 2…
***
All original characters in this story are copyright to me only.
The story plot itself is also copyright to me only.
Do not re-distribute without my permission.
*Michael Stewart Stephenson*
***
Chapter 2 - Different Day, Different Destiny
"-there's no way they'll find us in her-"
CRAAASH!!!!!!!!
Charisma woke up, sweat plastering his head to the sheets.
"Shit." He muttered, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. What was it with these dreams? This was the third time he'd woken up during the last two nights.
He looked around the room, Bantam was across the room, fast asleep. The place was totally dark except for the pale silver moonlight filtering in through a gap in the curtains.
He got out of bed and walked out of the room silently, he needed something to drink. Maybe even a couple of paracetemol, his head was pounding.
He turned at the landing and padded down the stairs, he stopped half way and looked out of the window. There was a nice view of randomly places houses, shimmering in bright moonlight. He looked away and walked into the kitchen.
The light was on already. Charisma kind of felt guilty not telling his parents (or foster-parents, if you like) about Becky, but they all agreed not to bother worrying them, if Julie and Phil wanted them to know, then they'd phone them.
He pulled a glass out of the cupboard and ran the water quietly. He waited until it was ice cold then filled the glass.
He opened the door to step outside into the cool air and the moonlight.
He suddenly felt the need to do something.
It was pretty obvious what.
He placed down his glass on the outside table and set off in the direction of Jessica's house.
The walk would usually take about ten minutes, he might have only just woken up, but Charisma seemed to have a build up of energy. He set off running full speed.
The wind whistled past his face and whipped his tail about behind him. Moving at speed, he soon reached Jess' house.
As it happened, she was sitting outside her house, on the doorstep, with her head in her hands. Charisma slowed his pace and cautiously sidled up to her.
"Jess?" She viciously threw a paw out at the sound before she knew what it was. Charisma narrowly dodged it. Jess brought her paw down and looked up at Charisma.
"Sorry, Charisma. Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"Sorry. I was just…y'know?"
Charisma sat down next to her on the step. "I know." He put an arm around her.
She burst into tears and buried her head in Charisma's shoulder.
"There must be something I can do, Charisma!" She wailed.
"There's nothing any of us can do. The best we can do is wait." He added as an afterthought: "And pray."
"That's not good enough though! Who knows what could be happening to her?! Nobody even knows what that thing was that carried her away!"
She started crying harder, as though speaking of it again had awoken a new level of sadness.
"I know, Jess. I know." He handed her a large dandelion leaf to wipe her eyes.
She looked at the leaf and stared at it.
"Sorry."
"It's OK, Jess. I know what you're going through, she may not be my cousin, but she is one of my best friends." Charisma made every effort to refer to Becky in the present tense, not the past. He moved his hand up and squeezed her shoulder, trying his best to imitate a massage.
Jess sighed. "You're right. She's one of your best friends. I know it's just as bad for you. This whole thing."
She put her hand on his and suddenly, Jess moved forward and kissed Charisma, on the lips.
After a minute or so, Jess parted from Charisma and took his hand. She opened the door to her house.
"Come on, let's go in. It's cold out here."
"I should go back home actually…"
"Oh." Jess said, she let go of Charisma's hand and bowed her head slightly. "Charisma, can't you just stay a while? I could do with a friend…"
She looked up at him hopefully. Tears residing in the corners of her eyes.
"Please…?"
Charisma didn't need much persuasion. Jess was one of his best friends, he cared for her deeply. He'd know her since she'd moved to the Spring Yard Zone when they was six.
He took her hand back and tilted her chin up. "Relax, Jess. I'll stay here with you."
He kissed her forehead and put his arm around her. "So let's go inside."
Jess smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, Charisma. It's nice to know you're there for me."
"I always will be."
***
Charisma shook himself mentally. He knew he should wake up now, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it.
A bright blue flash…
A disgusting crunching noise…
A stone flew and ricocheted off the small window.
Jumbled words seemed to run past his eyes:
You have to do it.
For us…
"Aargh!"
"…Charisma?" Bantam questioned from outside the window.
Charisma opened his eyes, quickly took in the view, took a second to remember where he was.
Jess' bedroom.
Oh, yeah.
He stood up and walked to the window. Bantam was stood there, looking up at him.
"Yeah."
"What're you doing here?"
"Lending some moral support."
Jessica groaned in her bed and turned over. She saw Charisma standing up and smiled at him.
Charisma smiled back. "How you doing?"
She broadened her smile. "Surviving."
"Charisma!" Bantam shouted again from outside. "That cloud thing!"
Charisma didn't even pause to think which cloud thing, he knew.
"What about it?" He silently hoped Jess didn't hear the mention of the cloud, in case it brought out some raw emotion he just didn't want to contend with.
Bantam peered up at the window. "Come down here, I'll tell you."
Charisma sighed, there were times when Bantam just didn't get the point of the relationship between urgency and self comfort.
He decided to let him off. "Fine."
He pulled on his trainers and stroked Jess' foot as he walked past her and down the stairs. She laughed and rolled back into bed, pulling the covers over her head.
Charisma opened the front door. Bantam nearly toppled him over as he rushed in, carrying a large red sleeved book.
Jessica woke up, not knowing she had fallen back asleep in the first place. She looked down at herself, knowing she'd woken up already, not that she remembered it clearly.
Charisma had been at the window or something, shouting out of it.
Charisma.
In her bedroom.
Oh, yeah.
She thought back to the night before. They didn't do anything, they didn't even kiss. They just lay in each others arms for the night. Jess hanging onto Charisma for every bit of comfort she could find.
She changed out of the clothes she'd slept in and found a pair of black boots with a white stripe running over them sideways, like Sonics. She carried them downstairs.
Charisma and Bantam were sitting on the couch, Bantam was holding a book. Charisma looked up at her when she entered the room.
He didn't smile, instead he stood up and walked to her, he put a hand on both of her shoulders.
"We're going on a journey." He still didn't smile as he said it, not like they do in the movies. He was solemn faced and seemed apprehensive.
He blinked. "We're going to the-"
End of chapter 2…
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