Disclaimers: All apply. The only character I own is Angel, and if I choose to add in Daja, then he belongs to me too. He probably will end up being in this story.
Justin: /yawns/ Good /looks at watch/ afternoon.
Key of Darkness: Did poor diddums stay up past him bed time?
Justin: No. Your stupid cats woke me at four o'clock in the morning! And I am not DIDDUMS!!!
Key of Darkness: knew that would wake him up.
Justin: Brat.
Key of Darkness: As I have said before, you are going to be very dead, very soon. And even sooner if you keep calling me names.
Justin: One thing I would like to know…
Key of Darkness: Yeeeesssss???
Justin: at this current point in time, do you have your art book with you?
Key of Darkness: Yeeeeeeeesssssssssss…..
Justin: /cowers/ bummer….
Key of Darkness: Hee hee! Chapter three people!
Most people would think I went back in time to stop Wyatt from going evil. The truth is, Wyatt turned evil after I left. I went back in time to stop mum getting killed. It was then I got the news that Wyatt had turned. Angel was the one that sent the message to me…well she sent it to her younger self who past t on to me.
I first met the older Angel when I was looking for a spell to send me back in time…
Chris walked quietly through the shop, looking at all the bottles and books. There were hundreds of then in this shop. He lifted a dusty volume off the shelf and opened it.
"Pain blocking spell. Pain easer. Past life spells. Past time spell… got yah!" he murmured. He flicked to the page and was about to tear it out…
"I wouldn't do that if I was you." He spun around, knocking a bottle off the shelf. He person behind him caught it. "Careful. You don't want to break it. Trust me." She was a small girl, no more than fourteen years old.
"Try and stop me." He tried to rip out the page. Her eyes glowed and the hand that held the page felt as if it was on fire.
"AAARRRRRR" He dropped the book.
"I warned you."
"Angel! What did you do now?" a young man not much older than Chris orb beside them. He saw the burn on Chris's hand and sighed. "Give us your hand." Chris eyed him warily. "I won't hurt you, just give it here." Chris held out his hand and the man took it. A golden glow spread around the wound and it healed over quickly.
Chris pulled his hand away. "Thanks." He flexed his fingers.
The man bent down and picked up the book. "Take it." He said, holding out the book. "You need it more than this shop does. No ones ever given the stupid thing a second glance anyway, 'sep you." He placed it in Chris's hands. "If you ever need any help, just sing out for Daja or Angel. We'll always be here to help you."
I went back to that shop many times before I left. They were great those two. Always there to listen. And when I left, they made sure that I was going to be safe and made sure I was going to the right place. Angel even past on a note to Wy for me…
Angel slid through the room, moving silently. She looked around the room for the bed. When see spied it, she placed the letter down on the pillow.
Suddenly, see heard the creek of floor boards. She orbed into the cupboard on the other side of the room. Wyatt walked in. He spotted the letter she had placed on the bed and picked it up, read it, the dropped it again.
I should have never left. It only made things a whole lot worse. I didn't go back to stop Wyatt turning evil, well, not originally. I went back to save mum and the others. Wyatt went mad from the pain of my leaving. I made him turn evil, and I now realize that it was me that had a hand in mum's death. Wyatt, the Wyatt from the future, killed them. He killed them. I killed them. I made him turn evil. It was my fault.
"You dare say that again and you will get it buddy."
Angel again. I guess she's right. But I still feel guilty.
"Don't."
Easy for her to say I guess.
"It isn't easy. Don't feel guilty. It's not you fault."
"For heavens sake Chris! It's not your fault!" Angel almost had to yell at just to get his attention.
"I left him." He said simply. Daja put a comforting arm around his friend's shoulders.
"You need to stop taking this out on yourself. Wyatt… Wyatt was always… Wyatt I guess. And from what you've told us, he always over reacted. And this time it just went way too far."
"But I triggered that over reaction. I came here to save my mum, but all I've managed to do it condemn her to death."
"Chris, what happened when you first got here? You landed in the lounge at the manor…"
"…and came nose to nose with a Titan." Chris said, finishing Angel sentence for her.
"And you killed it…"
"… and I saved them from being turned to stone. You saved them. And sure, Leo and you ain't the best of pals right now, but it will get better."
"You haven't condemned them. You've helped them by just being here." Daja rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. "Now you have the job of keeping history as it is."
"You can't change what happened to your family Chris. Think about it. Your mother's death has shaped the way you are today. It gave you your strength, your bond with Wyatt and your father. This was meant to happen; all of this is the way that things are now. What you have to do is keep everything on track." Angel put her hands on his shoulders. "If you need us, just sing out for Daja or Angel. We're here to help you now."
Chris smiled and almost laughed at the irony of all of it.
"What?" Daja asked him.
"Just something you guys said when I first met you. Thank you in advance guys."
They are so great those two. Always there to help. Always. No matter how deep in it I am,, they are always there…
"Chris!!!" Angel yelled at the top of her lungs. She looked around the dark, damp cave but still couldn't see him. "Where are you…"
Daja came jogging up to her. "No sign of him down that way."
"I've checked all through here."
"Only place left is down…"
"…that tunnel." They both stared down into the darkness. "Bummer. I was hoping we didn't have to go down there." Angel said a grimace on her face.
"I'll go first." Daja took a careful step towards the mouth of the tunnel, then turned to make sure Angel hadn't ditched him.
"I'm still here. Keep going." She said giving him a little push. When Daja didn't move she pushed him harder. "Go you big baby."
"I can hear something. Quiet!" he hissed at her.
Sure enough, there was a sound. I travelled up to their ears.
"Arrrggg! Ick, ick, ick!"
"What the…" a ball of fur slamming into her face cut off her sentence. "Get it off! GET IT OFF!" she yelled. Daja made a wild grab for the…thing, and pulled it off her.
"Ick!"
Angel looked at it and her face softened. "It's so cute!" she cooed.
"Still…"
The thing was about the size of a large cat. It almost looked like one too if you didn't count the fact that it had small wings that could just get it off the ground, purple and yellow striped fur, and a certain pudginess that only could look sweet on something as small and furry as it.
"Arrrggg! Arrrggg! Ick!"
"I think it's trying to tell us something."
"I don't care! We have no idea of what the hell it is! I should orb blast it out of…" It wrenched free of his grasp and hovered above his head, just out of reach.
"Ick!" It moved towards the cave, then turned and looked at them, will them to follow it.
Angel grabbed Daja's hand and pulled him to get him to follow. "Come on!"
"I don't know about this…"
"Neither do I, but this is the best bet…"
"…of walking straight into a trap."
"No, finding Chris."
"As if!"
Angel stopped and stared at him through the half light. "Look, you know I can sense the energies of people on others. I can sense Chris's on that, that…thing…"
"Ick!"
"…Ick then! Chris's energy is all over it! Now come on or I'll go without you." She turned and stalked off, following the flying ball of fur. "Lead on…Ick."
"Angel! Angel! Come back here now!" Daja looked around him, realizing that he was all alone in the darkness, he ran after them, trying to catch up. "Wait for me!"
They ended up finding me…thanks to Angel trust and love of cute furry animals. Ick, as he was named, still hangs round their shop…I think. Everything's getting so foggy now. The memories always fade into nothingness just before the end. And its not fair, all the good memories I have, I want to keep. I want to keep them so badly…I want to keep them, remember the good times…
Chris sat on top of the Golden Gate Bridge looking out over the horizon.
"Don't fall, will you?"
Chris turned round to see his father standing behind him. He looked back, watching the world go by underneath him. The sun was setting. Glorious reds and pinks coloured the clouds. Most people were heading for home, all but him. He loved the way the sky looked in the evening.
He sensed Leo sitting down beside him.
"Love the stars?" he asked him. Chris turned and nodded.
"You taught me to love every day for what it was. To see the beauty in the life around you. I guess…this is what I live for. The earth doesn't belong to us, we belong to the earth."
"We do not weave the web of life, we are merely a strand in it." Leo finished for him.
Chris smiled.
To have and to hold. To love and to be loved. To take and to give. Every day is a new day.
The memories…The memories…
Justin: The memories… the memories…
Key of Darkness: Ditto. / reaches for art book/
Justin:/runs out of the room screaming/
Adam: /poked head round the door/ what was that that nearly knocked me off my feet?
Key of Darkness: who do you think?
Adam: good point. How are you going with this one?
Key of Darkness: good. Better now that Mr. Goodman is in China.
Adam: you in SOSE?
Key of Darkness: /nods/
Adam: watch out for Mr. West.
Key of Darkness: I am. See you at chapter 4 guys!!!!