Disclaimer: Not mine! Well, Kev and Merv are-and the demons, but the rest
isn't.
Dedication: To Michael, a great friend who wants nothing more than to read a Chris bashing fic...Is that too much to ask for?
A/N: So, this is what writing at one a.m gives you. Amazingly I wrote this (good) crap in twenty minutes...hmmm...something weird's going on here...
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Chris is yet again pacing around the attic.
"Come on! How hard is it too jus admit your true feelings???????" Chris seethed under his breath.
**
"That's him, that's who I want..." A cloaked, shadowed figure, said in a low, scratchy voice. As he waved his hand making the image of Chris flicker and then disappear.
"Certainly master," A shorter, uglier demon said with, a hint of a hiss.
"Well...what are you still doing here?"
"Sssory, ssir, I wass jusst leaving, ssir." And with that the demon slithered a bit to the left and then shimmered.
**
We can now find; our strict, but lovable whitelighter, who is also running out of time, in a dark alley way...
"Come on! It's gotta be around here some..."
Before Chris can finish his sentence he is whacked around the back of the head, with a large iron pipe. (A/N: That did hurt, Michael) The blow to his head knocked him out.
"You idiot Merv!!!!" Says a tall stocky man,
"What, what did I do?" The smaller, thinner man asked.
"You got the wrong dude," The larger man said with a very heavy American accent.
"I got the wrong dude? I got the wrong dude? Kev-you told me to get this guy!" Merv said obviously peeved on.
"I told you no such thing."
"Whatever; now what are we gonna do?"
"Umm...we can't just leave him here-we'll take him, dispose of him, somehow. Just take him to the boss-an extra present."
"Okay, you got it," Merv said taking a hold of the young whitelighters ankles; he began dragging Chris along the rough, rock-strewn ground.
"Merv, you plonker!" Kev began, "Have I taught you nothing? You never drag someone across the ground-they might wake up."
"Yeah...but...but...you did the other day," Merv said sounding like a young child, who didn't know any better.
"That was different..."
"Really, how?"
"She was already dead!" Kev exclaimed losing his patience. He went over to Chris, and slung Chris' limp form over his shoulder.
A short while later, the two men, and Chris' unconscious self, arrived at a small black van, with blacked out windows. Merv hopped in the passenger seat, leaving Kev to deal with Chris. Somehow Kev managed to open the back door of the van, and he flung Chris inside. A second later, he had slammed the door shut and slid into the driver's seat, with ease.
At some point, driving down a bumpy road, Chris came too. It seemed that Chris had decided to join the living part way 'round a hair-pin bend. So instead of just groaning in pain; he groaned in pain as he was flung to the side of the van, resulting in yet another blow to the head.
"Owwwwww...that hurt...hang on a minute, wasn't I just in some weird alley way?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that-that was about 45 mins ago," Merv said looking round at Chris.
Chris immediately caught sight of the horrible scar, scratched deep into Merv's left side of his face, causing Chris to jump back and hit his arm on the back of the van.
"Jeez...this is really not my day!"
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A/N: So, there you are my friend; a decent Chris bashing fic...you better be happy...I could have been sleeping...but no...you kept complaining that there were no decent Chris-bashing fics to read...mind you at 1 am there aren't that many decent fics to read that you haven't already read...gotta do something about that.
And to everyone else, please review...I'll only continue if you review, just incase Michael forgets...in which case there'll be some Michael-Bashing too.
Dedication: To Michael, a great friend who wants nothing more than to read a Chris bashing fic...Is that too much to ask for?
A/N: So, this is what writing at one a.m gives you. Amazingly I wrote this (good) crap in twenty minutes...hmmm...something weird's going on here...
~*~*~*~
Chris is yet again pacing around the attic.
"Come on! How hard is it too jus admit your true feelings???????" Chris seethed under his breath.
**
"That's him, that's who I want..." A cloaked, shadowed figure, said in a low, scratchy voice. As he waved his hand making the image of Chris flicker and then disappear.
"Certainly master," A shorter, uglier demon said with, a hint of a hiss.
"Well...what are you still doing here?"
"Sssory, ssir, I wass jusst leaving, ssir." And with that the demon slithered a bit to the left and then shimmered.
**
We can now find; our strict, but lovable whitelighter, who is also running out of time, in a dark alley way...
"Come on! It's gotta be around here some..."
Before Chris can finish his sentence he is whacked around the back of the head, with a large iron pipe. (A/N: That did hurt, Michael) The blow to his head knocked him out.
"You idiot Merv!!!!" Says a tall stocky man,
"What, what did I do?" The smaller, thinner man asked.
"You got the wrong dude," The larger man said with a very heavy American accent.
"I got the wrong dude? I got the wrong dude? Kev-you told me to get this guy!" Merv said obviously peeved on.
"I told you no such thing."
"Whatever; now what are we gonna do?"
"Umm...we can't just leave him here-we'll take him, dispose of him, somehow. Just take him to the boss-an extra present."
"Okay, you got it," Merv said taking a hold of the young whitelighters ankles; he began dragging Chris along the rough, rock-strewn ground.
"Merv, you plonker!" Kev began, "Have I taught you nothing? You never drag someone across the ground-they might wake up."
"Yeah...but...but...you did the other day," Merv said sounding like a young child, who didn't know any better.
"That was different..."
"Really, how?"
"She was already dead!" Kev exclaimed losing his patience. He went over to Chris, and slung Chris' limp form over his shoulder.
A short while later, the two men, and Chris' unconscious self, arrived at a small black van, with blacked out windows. Merv hopped in the passenger seat, leaving Kev to deal with Chris. Somehow Kev managed to open the back door of the van, and he flung Chris inside. A second later, he had slammed the door shut and slid into the driver's seat, with ease.
At some point, driving down a bumpy road, Chris came too. It seemed that Chris had decided to join the living part way 'round a hair-pin bend. So instead of just groaning in pain; he groaned in pain as he was flung to the side of the van, resulting in yet another blow to the head.
"Owwwwww...that hurt...hang on a minute, wasn't I just in some weird alley way?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that-that was about 45 mins ago," Merv said looking round at Chris.
Chris immediately caught sight of the horrible scar, scratched deep into Merv's left side of his face, causing Chris to jump back and hit his arm on the back of the van.
"Jeez...this is really not my day!"
~*~*~*~
A/N: So, there you are my friend; a decent Chris bashing fic...you better be happy...I could have been sleeping...but no...you kept complaining that there were no decent Chris-bashing fics to read...mind you at 1 am there aren't that many decent fics to read that you haven't already read...gotta do something about that.
And to everyone else, please review...I'll only continue if you review, just incase Michael forgets...in which case there'll be some Michael-Bashing too.