Chapter 2
BTW, I am aware that I said that this wouldn't be up for another week, but I just watched a re-run of the ep where Phoebe turns into a mermaid (I forget what it's called) and I just had to write another chapter in protest. By the end of the programme I was screaming DIE Brad DIE at the TV screen and throwing things around the room. I am now starting an official Cole fan club. If you wish to join, plz review and say so.
So here it is everybody. Cole's POV on the five years that have elapsed since that last dance.
As the demon in front of him exploded into ash, Cole felt a grim sense of satisfaction. He bent down and picked his atheme off the ground, and looked around for more. Disappointingly, there were none.
This was how Cole was now, this was his world. For five years he had been like a man possessed, constantly fighting demons and saving innocents. But they weren't people to him any longer. They were just numbers, ways to earn forgiveness. He had been fighting for redemption for so long he had forgotten why he wanted it so much. He had forgotten what it felt like to be human, to love.
He no longer had a heart, just an empty space inside that nothing could fill. He left in heart with Phoebe.
He no longer allowed himself to think of her or her sisters.They made him forget about the mission. The mission was everything.
He no longer had a home, or a family. He drifted around, finding and destroying evil where ever it happened to be that week.
Had he been forgiven yet? How many innocents had it been? How many thousands?
And now this news that he was to work with Paige. Didn't they see that it would only distract him? Remind him of her older sister. Her eyes, her smile, her touch . . . No Cole, he reminded himself. Mustn't go there. There lies pain. And he couldn't afford pain. He couldn't afford anything that might distract him, even his one true love, his soulmate. Why couldn't he get over her, why couldn't he let go? People move on, don't they? Why couldn't he? It still hurt so much.
A feeling of hurt and emptiness welled up inside his chest as he remembered the day he left. It was for her own good, Cole reminded himself. She no longer loved me. I had to go. You see, Cole had finally figured love out. Love wasn't selfish. Love was giving up everything you had for the one you love. Love was not caring what happened to you, as long as they were happy. And he didn't anymore. Didn't care. As long as she was alright. She was all that mattered
Well? What do you think? Reviews, even flames, are always welcome. Remember, I do not pretend to be a good writer. Just a simple fan, outraged by their treatment of her favourite character.
Cole Lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BTW, I am aware that I said that this wouldn't be up for another week, but I just watched a re-run of the ep where Phoebe turns into a mermaid (I forget what it's called) and I just had to write another chapter in protest. By the end of the programme I was screaming DIE Brad DIE at the TV screen and throwing things around the room. I am now starting an official Cole fan club. If you wish to join, plz review and say so.
So here it is everybody. Cole's POV on the five years that have elapsed since that last dance.
As the demon in front of him exploded into ash, Cole felt a grim sense of satisfaction. He bent down and picked his atheme off the ground, and looked around for more. Disappointingly, there were none.
This was how Cole was now, this was his world. For five years he had been like a man possessed, constantly fighting demons and saving innocents. But they weren't people to him any longer. They were just numbers, ways to earn forgiveness. He had been fighting for redemption for so long he had forgotten why he wanted it so much. He had forgotten what it felt like to be human, to love.
He no longer had a heart, just an empty space inside that nothing could fill. He left in heart with Phoebe.
He no longer allowed himself to think of her or her sisters.They made him forget about the mission. The mission was everything.
He no longer had a home, or a family. He drifted around, finding and destroying evil where ever it happened to be that week.
Had he been forgiven yet? How many innocents had it been? How many thousands?
And now this news that he was to work with Paige. Didn't they see that it would only distract him? Remind him of her older sister. Her eyes, her smile, her touch . . . No Cole, he reminded himself. Mustn't go there. There lies pain. And he couldn't afford pain. He couldn't afford anything that might distract him, even his one true love, his soulmate. Why couldn't he get over her, why couldn't he let go? People move on, don't they? Why couldn't he? It still hurt so much.
A feeling of hurt and emptiness welled up inside his chest as he remembered the day he left. It was for her own good, Cole reminded himself. She no longer loved me. I had to go. You see, Cole had finally figured love out. Love wasn't selfish. Love was giving up everything you had for the one you love. Love was not caring what happened to you, as long as they were happy. And he didn't anymore. Didn't care. As long as she was alright. She was all that mattered
Well? What do you think? Reviews, even flames, are always welcome. Remember, I do not pretend to be a good writer. Just a simple fan, outraged by their treatment of her favourite character.
Cole Lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!