Disclaimer: I own Charmed!!!!!!!!!!!! I own the whole world, therefore I
own everything...including you and you and you and.......
*very loud scream, starts running from Michael's dryer* Help!! Help...Michael get your bloody dryer off of me...NOW!!!!!!
I think, it's best to tell the truth, seeing how honesty is the best policy (but insanity's a better defence-not against dryers it aint...). I don't own the whole world; I don't own you-any of you, and sadly I don't own Charmed. Why, God, why, don't I own Charmed???? I in fact own very little: a few pairs of socks, some old coins-a 1p and a 2p, to be exact, a piece of old, minging fluff...half an eaten jaffa cake...nope, no jaffa cake now
*chokes on half eaten jaffa cake* oops...I...don't think that was edible...maybe that's why: best before 3/5/03...and I think maybe even that wasn't mine...now THAT definitely isn't mine...no, way-I can't even eat chewing gum (train- tracks), let alone the fact that I don't like it...so why is there some old, chewed up chewing gum in my bag?? See-I own very little.
A/N: To clear things up, Chris can not orb out of the van, due to risk of exposure, as Kev and Merv are mortal killers. And it's not that we hate Chris, in actual fact, Chris is a very good character (ya-good looking) and a bit of an easy target. Please no flames...I be forced to bash you around too...OR the less fun way of going around things...
Michael: hmmm...interesting email addy! I would think the amount of times I've pestered you with my crap, I should know your email address...Wait...oh, crap! I've been emailing some weird idiot my random thoughts...no, that's just you being too lazy to sign in. *phew!* Umm...you do know it's not my birthday until October right? I'm glad you like this fic! You'd be in some serious trouble if you didn't! Ahhhhh...cute...that's soooo sweet...But you do now that my fics, now going to become all dry and crispy now. I actually need to write more, before I can update. Oh, please don't sulk...I plan on lots more Chris bashing...
Pipery03: Hmmm...maybe we could have some Michael-Bashing anyway... And Michael wants a Chris-bashing story, its not that he doesn't like Chris (cause he does), his excuse is that he just like seeing Chris getting kidnapped and beaten up...and it was gone midnight...
Drewfullerfan4life: Glad somebody liked it...lol!
ChRiStInE17: YA-poor, poor Chris...Glad you thought it was a good chapter...hope you like this one as well.
Gryffindor620: Ya, thanks.
LunaMoon7: Right, in the summary I said that I actually like Chris! This is just a bit of fun, hence the 'humour' genre! And if you didn't like the summary you didn't need to read the damn fic!!! And my other friend says hands of-Chris is hers!!! But I may bash Michael just for the hell of it...I'll probably bash his dryer aswell.
Me again: Hmmm...I wonder who this could be...*turns around* MICHAEL!!! YAY! 7 whole reviews! Noooo...not the washing machine...anything but the washing machine!!! And the dryer as well?? I better hurry up and write something...
CharmedLeo: Hmm...so this makes what 8 reviews? Not bad...I think I get the message now...three times should do it...ya, this review was not as fun as the last two...
~*~*~*~
All the jerking around in the back of the van, reminded Chris of this one time in his past...which is now the future.
~Flashback~
Three boys, Wyatt, Chris and Michael (sorry-couldn't resist!) are running around a kitchen (couldn't resist), screaming and shouting...so, basically doing all the things a normal 10/11 yr old boy would do...(Of course, I am not a boy, therefore I do not know how 10yr old boys act...but nvm)
"Chris...give me back my furby...I'll set my marbles on you..." (See, I was actually kind enough to let him borrow my evil marbles)
"You don't even like furbies Wy...I thought you were more into porn..."
"What...how did you...I most certainly am not! And I do like furbies...I like to kill the little bastards. And besides, nobody asked you...dryer boy!"
"Wyatt! Stop insulting my friend, Mike! And I've seen you watching...and FYI, his dryer's cool," Chris said.
"Oh my dear little brother-your even more weird than I thought...how can his dryer be cool?" Wyatt asked, laughing at his younger brother.
"It has powers..."
"Must be cool then...now can I please have my damn furby back?"
"Oh, you mean you want this???" Chris asked holding a small black mass of fur...
"Woahh, big sound," The small electronic animal (if you could call it that) said in an electronic voice after hearing an object go flying into the dryer.
"Now, Chris hand him over or your next," Wyatt tried threatening Chris. For a moment Chris looked slightly hesitant, then he started laughing and chucked the black thing (a.k.a. Furby) to his friend Michael.
"Whhheeeeeee...uh-oh," The black thing wailed as it went flying through the air and then bounced off of the dryer. Michael broke down into tears at this.
"Nooooooooo...my dryer...please, Wyatt, leave my dryer alone," Michael wailed; just seconds before Wyatt walked over to retrieve his black ball of stupid fluff...I mean umm....Furby; and of course to kick him where it really hurts, for being so stupid.
Chris' face grew red as he watched his brother beating up his best friend, what shocked Chris even more was the fact that it looked as if he was actually enjoying being a bully. Chris then realised that there had been subtle hints of his brother changing...but even so, he'd never have imagined this happening...
"Wyatt...what the hell are doing?" Chris asked quietly, but angrily.
"What does it look like I'm doing-I'm beating the crap out of your stupid friend here," Wyatt said grinning, "But if you really don't like it, I'll stop, there's always someone else I can take my anger out on..." Wyatt said, his evil grin growing wider, as he crossed to meet his brother.
Wyatt moved swiftly and very quickly after a good punch, sent Chris crashing into the dryer...
~End flashback~
Even now years on, Chris remembers the day when he knew for sure that his brother was turning...the words 'Little brother, you should know better than to cross me,' ringing in his ears...words his brother had used so many times to make Chris feel small. They were usually words used just before a session of Lets-take-our-anger-out-on-Chris. Remembering all this brought a tear to his eye, but he blinked it back.
Chris was bought back to reality as the wheels of the van crunched over some stones, before finally coming to a halt...
*very loud scream, starts running from Michael's dryer* Help!! Help...Michael get your bloody dryer off of me...NOW!!!!!!
I think, it's best to tell the truth, seeing how honesty is the best policy (but insanity's a better defence-not against dryers it aint...). I don't own the whole world; I don't own you-any of you, and sadly I don't own Charmed. Why, God, why, don't I own Charmed???? I in fact own very little: a few pairs of socks, some old coins-a 1p and a 2p, to be exact, a piece of old, minging fluff...half an eaten jaffa cake...nope, no jaffa cake now
*chokes on half eaten jaffa cake* oops...I...don't think that was edible...maybe that's why: best before 3/5/03...and I think maybe even that wasn't mine...now THAT definitely isn't mine...no, way-I can't even eat chewing gum (train- tracks), let alone the fact that I don't like it...so why is there some old, chewed up chewing gum in my bag?? See-I own very little.
A/N: To clear things up, Chris can not orb out of the van, due to risk of exposure, as Kev and Merv are mortal killers. And it's not that we hate Chris, in actual fact, Chris is a very good character (ya-good looking) and a bit of an easy target. Please no flames...I be forced to bash you around too...OR the less fun way of going around things...
Michael: hmmm...interesting email addy! I would think the amount of times I've pestered you with my crap, I should know your email address...Wait...oh, crap! I've been emailing some weird idiot my random thoughts...no, that's just you being too lazy to sign in. *phew!* Umm...you do know it's not my birthday until October right? I'm glad you like this fic! You'd be in some serious trouble if you didn't! Ahhhhh...cute...that's soooo sweet...But you do now that my fics, now going to become all dry and crispy now. I actually need to write more, before I can update. Oh, please don't sulk...I plan on lots more Chris bashing...
Pipery03: Hmmm...maybe we could have some Michael-Bashing anyway... And Michael wants a Chris-bashing story, its not that he doesn't like Chris (cause he does), his excuse is that he just like seeing Chris getting kidnapped and beaten up...and it was gone midnight...
Drewfullerfan4life: Glad somebody liked it...lol!
ChRiStInE17: YA-poor, poor Chris...Glad you thought it was a good chapter...hope you like this one as well.
Gryffindor620: Ya, thanks.
LunaMoon7: Right, in the summary I said that I actually like Chris! This is just a bit of fun, hence the 'humour' genre! And if you didn't like the summary you didn't need to read the damn fic!!! And my other friend says hands of-Chris is hers!!! But I may bash Michael just for the hell of it...I'll probably bash his dryer aswell.
Me again: Hmmm...I wonder who this could be...*turns around* MICHAEL!!! YAY! 7 whole reviews! Noooo...not the washing machine...anything but the washing machine!!! And the dryer as well?? I better hurry up and write something...
CharmedLeo: Hmm...so this makes what 8 reviews? Not bad...I think I get the message now...three times should do it...ya, this review was not as fun as the last two...
~*~*~*~
All the jerking around in the back of the van, reminded Chris of this one time in his past...which is now the future.
~Flashback~
Three boys, Wyatt, Chris and Michael (sorry-couldn't resist!) are running around a kitchen (couldn't resist), screaming and shouting...so, basically doing all the things a normal 10/11 yr old boy would do...(Of course, I am not a boy, therefore I do not know how 10yr old boys act...but nvm)
"Chris...give me back my furby...I'll set my marbles on you..." (See, I was actually kind enough to let him borrow my evil marbles)
"You don't even like furbies Wy...I thought you were more into porn..."
"What...how did you...I most certainly am not! And I do like furbies...I like to kill the little bastards. And besides, nobody asked you...dryer boy!"
"Wyatt! Stop insulting my friend, Mike! And I've seen you watching...and FYI, his dryer's cool," Chris said.
"Oh my dear little brother-your even more weird than I thought...how can his dryer be cool?" Wyatt asked, laughing at his younger brother.
"It has powers..."
"Must be cool then...now can I please have my damn furby back?"
"Oh, you mean you want this???" Chris asked holding a small black mass of fur...
"Woahh, big sound," The small electronic animal (if you could call it that) said in an electronic voice after hearing an object go flying into the dryer.
"Now, Chris hand him over or your next," Wyatt tried threatening Chris. For a moment Chris looked slightly hesitant, then he started laughing and chucked the black thing (a.k.a. Furby) to his friend Michael.
"Whhheeeeeee...uh-oh," The black thing wailed as it went flying through the air and then bounced off of the dryer. Michael broke down into tears at this.
"Nooooooooo...my dryer...please, Wyatt, leave my dryer alone," Michael wailed; just seconds before Wyatt walked over to retrieve his black ball of stupid fluff...I mean umm....Furby; and of course to kick him where it really hurts, for being so stupid.
Chris' face grew red as he watched his brother beating up his best friend, what shocked Chris even more was the fact that it looked as if he was actually enjoying being a bully. Chris then realised that there had been subtle hints of his brother changing...but even so, he'd never have imagined this happening...
"Wyatt...what the hell are doing?" Chris asked quietly, but angrily.
"What does it look like I'm doing-I'm beating the crap out of your stupid friend here," Wyatt said grinning, "But if you really don't like it, I'll stop, there's always someone else I can take my anger out on..." Wyatt said, his evil grin growing wider, as he crossed to meet his brother.
Wyatt moved swiftly and very quickly after a good punch, sent Chris crashing into the dryer...
~End flashback~
Even now years on, Chris remembers the day when he knew for sure that his brother was turning...the words 'Little brother, you should know better than to cross me,' ringing in his ears...words his brother had used so many times to make Chris feel small. They were usually words used just before a session of Lets-take-our-anger-out-on-Chris. Remembering all this brought a tear to his eye, but he blinked it back.
Chris was bought back to reality as the wheels of the van crunched over some stones, before finally coming to a halt...