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A/N: Well, here is yet another update since I am about to crumble down and cry with boredom. Plus, this particular chapter has been in my mind and the Chris muse has been begging me to type it. Would YOU say no to Chris Jericho? I didn't think so.
//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
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Chris opened his eyes slowly and let them adjust to the light that was flowing through the window. He stretched his arms up over his head, and looked at the head that was lying on his chest, the body obscured by covers. He let a smirk crawl up his face when he saw how peaceful she looked. He gently lifted her head and slid out of bed from under her. He slowly made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. He let the water run for a few minutes, letting it get warm, then he stepped in and closed the curtain.
He simply stood there for a few moments, allowing the water to run all over his body, then he started to clean himself up. He was about to begin washing his hair when his hands began to tremble. The shower had suddenly become very cold. He reached down and turned up the hot water. Then he proceeded to lather up some shampoo. He put his hands on his head and began to massage his scalp.
For a quick moment, his hands were in chains above his head and it was raining on his head. Then, he was back to lathering shampoo in his hair. Chris blinked several times, but it did not happen again. He felt two small arms begin to snake around his waist. There was a quick flash to where he was back in chains again, but where the arms were, a whip was striking. Chris whimpered with pain.
He spun around in the shower, and came face-to-face with Stephanie, who looked very surprised at the shock on Chris' face. She also looked down at her arm to notice blood on it. It had come from Chris' side. She moved to touch him again, but he backed up, into the shower spray further. He was acting like a small, scared child now.
"Chris," Stephanie said, softly. "Chris, I'm not going to hurt you, what happened to you?" Chris shook his head in response to her question. "Please answer me. What happened? Why are you bleeding?" Chris opened his mouth to try and form something audible. All that came out was a hoarse:
"I don't know."
With that, Chris lost all the strength in his legs and collapsed to the base of the tub. He pulled his knees to his chest and began to cry.
*
"I don't know what's up with him. He hasn't been himself all day. I don't think that he's going to be able to come, Shawn. Sure, that sounds fine. He'd probably enjoy that. All right, see you later." Stephanie said, then hung up the phone. She walked back into the bedroom where Chris was wrapped up in seven different covers because he said it was so cold. Even with all of those covers on, you could see he was still trembling.
"Chris, honey," Stephanie began, walking over to him. "Please tell me what's wrong. I want to know how to help. Please let me." She sat on the bed next to him. He looked at her. His trembling intensified for a moment, then subsided altogether. He seemed to be debating something in his mind.
"You can't possibly understand." He said to her. "You would think I was crazy if I told you what was going on." Stephanie looked at her hands for a moment, then looked back up at him. She bit her lip.
"I've been hiding something from you for a while." She said. Chris jerked his head back around to look at her. He already knew what she was going to say. "I don't know how else to say it. You're going to be a father." She said. Chris got a look on his face like he was going to cry, and closed his eyes. History was repeating itself.
"Are you happy, I mean, are you okay with this?" Chris asked her.
"Oh yes, I'm very happy about it. Are you?" Chris nodded his head and smiled a genuine smile.
"Yes, I'm happy about it. I'm very, very happy about it." He said. The doorbell began to ring.
"I'll get it, you don't worry about it." She said. Chris nodded, but he didn't trust anything for a moment. If he was seeing things, then how in the hell was he getting scars from things that he only saw? He began to tremble again.
"Hey Chris." A familiar friendly voice said. Chris looked up. Standing in the doorway was Shawn, Hunter, Molly, and Dave. He tried desperately to hide the shock on his face. They all filed in and sat in various places in the room. Stephanie re-entered and sat next to Chris.
"I know that you haven't seen your family in a while, so I invited them over. You were supposed to go over Shawn's tonight, but that's not going to happen now." Steph said. Chris felt another tremble go through his body.
"So, what's up, little bro? What's the deal with this getting sick crap?" Shawn asked. Chris shook his head.
"I have no clue." He said, and suddenly felt as if his head was going to explode. Why were all of these people here? They were dead. All of them.
He had killed all of them.
Chris had a violent tremor go through his body at that thought. The bedroom faded out for a second to the unknown place where rain was still raining on him. He was on his knees, with his hands behind his back this time. There was a sloshing sound of someone walking towards him. He heard a whip crack again, then felt the pain on his back.
Then, he was back under the covers with everyone crowded around him. He felt woozy and kind of nauseous. He parted a way through them and bolted to the toilet, but nothing came out of it. He merely dry heaved. He could almost picture their reactions without looking at them. Everyone exchanging glances, the same unspoken question-What the fuck was that?
The room began to spin and faded out to black and he was sure that he had passed out. Then, in a flash, he was back in the place with the rain and the mud, and the whip. He was still on his knees. The sloshing sound was getting louder. The whip continued to crack and the pain was becoming unbearable. He fell to the ground, covering his side in mud. He let his body go limp. Two boots appeared in front of his face. They merely stood there, as if waiting for something.
Two strong arms pulled Chris to his feet, but his head was still down. Chris knew the two men who were holding him up. They were Shawn and Hunter. He'd been picked up like this before, and he knew how they held. The person with the boots seemed to squat down to look at him. Chris noticed the person was holding a whip as well. Only this whip was equipped with several spike things along the length of the whip. The person extended a gloved hand and tilted his head to look at them.
The person was Stephanie.
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Please Review!!
A/N: Well, here is yet another update since I am about to crumble down and cry with boredom. Plus, this particular chapter has been in my mind and the Chris muse has been begging me to type it. Would YOU say no to Chris Jericho? I didn't think so.
//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
*~*~*~*~*
Chris opened his eyes slowly and let them adjust to the light that was flowing through the window. He stretched his arms up over his head, and looked at the head that was lying on his chest, the body obscured by covers. He let a smirk crawl up his face when he saw how peaceful she looked. He gently lifted her head and slid out of bed from under her. He slowly made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. He let the water run for a few minutes, letting it get warm, then he stepped in and closed the curtain.
He simply stood there for a few moments, allowing the water to run all over his body, then he started to clean himself up. He was about to begin washing his hair when his hands began to tremble. The shower had suddenly become very cold. He reached down and turned up the hot water. Then he proceeded to lather up some shampoo. He put his hands on his head and began to massage his scalp.
For a quick moment, his hands were in chains above his head and it was raining on his head. Then, he was back to lathering shampoo in his hair. Chris blinked several times, but it did not happen again. He felt two small arms begin to snake around his waist. There was a quick flash to where he was back in chains again, but where the arms were, a whip was striking. Chris whimpered with pain.
He spun around in the shower, and came face-to-face with Stephanie, who looked very surprised at the shock on Chris' face. She also looked down at her arm to notice blood on it. It had come from Chris' side. She moved to touch him again, but he backed up, into the shower spray further. He was acting like a small, scared child now.
"Chris," Stephanie said, softly. "Chris, I'm not going to hurt you, what happened to you?" Chris shook his head in response to her question. "Please answer me. What happened? Why are you bleeding?" Chris opened his mouth to try and form something audible. All that came out was a hoarse:
"I don't know."
With that, Chris lost all the strength in his legs and collapsed to the base of the tub. He pulled his knees to his chest and began to cry.
*
"I don't know what's up with him. He hasn't been himself all day. I don't think that he's going to be able to come, Shawn. Sure, that sounds fine. He'd probably enjoy that. All right, see you later." Stephanie said, then hung up the phone. She walked back into the bedroom where Chris was wrapped up in seven different covers because he said it was so cold. Even with all of those covers on, you could see he was still trembling.
"Chris, honey," Stephanie began, walking over to him. "Please tell me what's wrong. I want to know how to help. Please let me." She sat on the bed next to him. He looked at her. His trembling intensified for a moment, then subsided altogether. He seemed to be debating something in his mind.
"You can't possibly understand." He said to her. "You would think I was crazy if I told you what was going on." Stephanie looked at her hands for a moment, then looked back up at him. She bit her lip.
"I've been hiding something from you for a while." She said. Chris jerked his head back around to look at her. He already knew what she was going to say. "I don't know how else to say it. You're going to be a father." She said. Chris got a look on his face like he was going to cry, and closed his eyes. History was repeating itself.
"Are you happy, I mean, are you okay with this?" Chris asked her.
"Oh yes, I'm very happy about it. Are you?" Chris nodded his head and smiled a genuine smile.
"Yes, I'm happy about it. I'm very, very happy about it." He said. The doorbell began to ring.
"I'll get it, you don't worry about it." She said. Chris nodded, but he didn't trust anything for a moment. If he was seeing things, then how in the hell was he getting scars from things that he only saw? He began to tremble again.
"Hey Chris." A familiar friendly voice said. Chris looked up. Standing in the doorway was Shawn, Hunter, Molly, and Dave. He tried desperately to hide the shock on his face. They all filed in and sat in various places in the room. Stephanie re-entered and sat next to Chris.
"I know that you haven't seen your family in a while, so I invited them over. You were supposed to go over Shawn's tonight, but that's not going to happen now." Steph said. Chris felt another tremble go through his body.
"So, what's up, little bro? What's the deal with this getting sick crap?" Shawn asked. Chris shook his head.
"I have no clue." He said, and suddenly felt as if his head was going to explode. Why were all of these people here? They were dead. All of them.
He had killed all of them.
Chris had a violent tremor go through his body at that thought. The bedroom faded out for a second to the unknown place where rain was still raining on him. He was on his knees, with his hands behind his back this time. There was a sloshing sound of someone walking towards him. He heard a whip crack again, then felt the pain on his back.
Then, he was back under the covers with everyone crowded around him. He felt woozy and kind of nauseous. He parted a way through them and bolted to the toilet, but nothing came out of it. He merely dry heaved. He could almost picture their reactions without looking at them. Everyone exchanging glances, the same unspoken question-What the fuck was that?
The room began to spin and faded out to black and he was sure that he had passed out. Then, in a flash, he was back in the place with the rain and the mud, and the whip. He was still on his knees. The sloshing sound was getting louder. The whip continued to crack and the pain was becoming unbearable. He fell to the ground, covering his side in mud. He let his body go limp. Two boots appeared in front of his face. They merely stood there, as if waiting for something.
Two strong arms pulled Chris to his feet, but his head was still down. Chris knew the two men who were holding him up. They were Shawn and Hunter. He'd been picked up like this before, and he knew how they held. The person with the boots seemed to squat down to look at him. Chris noticed the person was holding a whip as well. Only this whip was equipped with several spike things along the length of the whip. The person extended a gloved hand and tilted his head to look at them.
The person was Stephanie.
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