Finally, after about several light years, I updated! Sorry, I don't know where this story is going...but I'll figure something out. If anyone's interested, I'm planning to go back to The Traveler...that story with Chris as an immortal being and characters from The Dark is Rising...anyone remember that one?
Now on to...
Chapter 2 What the...?
"Mommy is the only one who can decide that stupid...you're not the power of three! Let's play tag!" Little Chris challenged as he orbed away too quickly for Chris to grab him out of the departing orbs.
"D a m m i t, he took the vial..." Chris noticed, and sat down exhausted. Between insuring Little Chris's future was far different from his and actually babysitting his little self, he contemplated checking the area for a good shrink.
And then he sensed him...
Something was very, very wrong. Chris quickly orbed to where he had sensed his little self all the while wishing someone else was in his situation.
He reached the foyer and found little Chris coughing up a storm.
He rushed over to him and helped him from falling over. He barely could stand.
"I don't feel so good..." And he looked up, his face pale and desperate.
Chris urgently asked him what vial he had taken and where he had put it.
Little Chris looked at him with an eerily blank stare and questioned, "What vial?"
"Don't you have it? Don't tell me you got rid of it!"
"I feel so much better now..." He answered, pointedly ignoring Chris's last statement.
Before he could knock some sense into his confused self, a small group of children
–shimmered- in and smiled.
Little Chris walked over to them and waited expectantly.
One of them stepped forward and stared at little Chris, "So, can you do it?"
He smiled deviously, "You mean this?"
And he waved his hand over his face and changed drastically right before their eyes.
Chris, who was watching the whole thing, grew increasingly alarmed at what his little self had just done.
"Chris...how did you...?" He breathed, speechless.
"What? You're not the only one who remembers...that past."
The group waited impatiently for him to finish what he started.
"We don't have a lot of time. We don't like to wait..." The one who had spoken before, nagged.
Chris glared daggers at the group, "Shut up. I don't have time either...the damn potion's a temp...so it would be in your best interest to be nice to me. Or you get NOTHING, got that?"
"Who are you...this can't be me..." The other Chris asked slowly, trying to process the thought.
"It's called a potion. Look it up. Anyway, I'll be leaving now...don't bother looking for me. I've taken care of that."
He shimmered out with the group of children in his wake.
"Kill me. Just kill me." Chris said out loud, with a very straight face.
If he thought a 5-year old was bad...this was so much worse.
TBC...