He did it for me
Chapter 3
By: teal-lover
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Being twice blessed, Wyatt thought that nothing could ever hurt him. It's devastating to find out how wrong you can be. Takes place in the future that Chris changed.
Chris just turned 19, and Wyatt is three months shy of his 21st birthday.
Disclaimer in chapter 1
AN: Sorry it took so long to update, but I had finals to study for. But I've been a good little student & I'm nearly done with my last term paper, so I thought I could take a break for a little bit :D
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Sheila stood on the porch and watched as her long time friend ran off hysterically. When the brunette was out of sight, she faced her godson who hadn't yet moved. Looking into his eyes, she couldn't be certain if the moisture that dripped from his lashes were tears or raindrops, but had guessed that it was probably a combination of the two.
Sighing, she called the young man's name repeatedly with no response, nor even an acknowledgement that he had heard her.
Sheila soon gave up on trying to coax Wyatt into the house verbally, and resulted to grabbing his wrist and leading him absently. Once inside, she ran to the closet and pulled down several towels and blankets.
When she returned, he still had not moved from his spot in the middle of the floor, so she wrapped the blanket around him as she guided him to the couch. She questioned him gently, "Wyatt? What happened?"
At the dead stare she received, her fear grew steadily at his uncharacteristically silent behavior. She prodded him a little more insistently as she guided his face to look at her. "Wy? Honey. You've always been able to talk to me, so whatever it is; I'll help you through it. I'm here for you. Please talk to me..."
Her quiet words of encouragement seemed to be enough to entice him from his self-imposed trance. Wyatt blinked several times and seemed to recognize his godmother and long time confidante. He shuffled his hands in his lap before he finally settled them on a loose strand of the terry cloth towel. Absently unraveling the fibers, he finally spoke. "I can't feel him anymore. I've never felt like this before, you know? He was--always there. It was this--strange--I don't know, warm feeling I guess. Even when we were little. I used to hate it. Until I figured out that it was kind of comforting. I could do anything. We could do anything. But now it's gone. He's gone."
Sheila squeezed her eyes shut to stop the growing tears behind them. His seemingly vague admission had finally given her the answer to her question. She knew that he spoke of his relationship with his only brother, and was aware of how close the two were. In all of the years that she had known her eldest godson, he had always seemed the more confident, energetic, and stronger of the two. Something had shaken him to the core, and now she knew what that something was. Her own voice began to crack as she voiced her fears for her youngest godchild. "Chris?" she questioned.
Wyatt only responded stoically, "He's dead."
She grabbed his hand, silently willing him to deny it, "No. That can't be--"
Wyatt snatched his hand back angrily, "WELL IT IS!"
Sheila was startled by his tone as he suddenly jumped up and began to pace the floor. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair and started muttering something incoherent. "Wyatt? What are you talking about?"
He faced her with steel blue eyes as he gritted through clenched teeth, "I said--I'm gonna' kill them! Each. And. Every ONE OF THEM! I'm going down to the Underworld…"
Sheila's eyes widened, "You're going after the one's responsible?"
His insane laughter chilled her as Wyatt replied, "Nope. Already dead! I'm going after the others. The rest of the Demons. ALL of them! I'm gonna' kill every single one I find! And then the ones I don't find--I'm gonna' find them!"
Without another word, he threw the blankets to the floor and began to orb.
Sheila had heard his rant and saw the look in his eyes. And she feared for him. He was loosing it. And his anger would send him careening down the wrong path. One that she knew could only end badly for all involved. She knew from previous descriptions about the Wyatt from the other timeline what an obsessed tyrant he could be. But watching him grown up, she had never thought it possible for such a caring, playful, and energetic young man to be as cold and calculating as they said he was.
Realizing that he needed to be stopped for his own sake, she quickly latched onto the rapidly disappearing orbs and was transported with him to the Underworld.
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Wyatt arrived with an extra weight attached to his leg as he looked down. Pulling the woman up by her arm, he yelled at her, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! IT'S NOT SAFE!"
Sheila glanced around nervously at her surroundings and pointed over his shoulder at crowd of demons approached. "Behind you!"
Wyatt spun around with a gleam in his eyes as he powered up an energy ball. Hurling it at the group, he grinned as Sheila backed away slightly at the immense flames licking at their feet. Wyatt raised his shield and grabbed her waist to pull her within it.
Hoping to pierce the blue force field while he was distracted, one unfortunate demon got too close but Wyatt sensed her without even turning around. He simply flicked his wrist and incinerated the demon, reducing her to a pile of ashes before she could raise the athame.
The remaining demons quickly assessed their dwindling numbers and decided that he wasn't worth attacking and fled.
The blonde started to follow but Sheila held his arm despite his half-hearted attempts to free himself of her. She pleaded with her godchild, "Wyatt! Please, you have to stop this!"
Wyatt shook his head with disdain, "Why? This is what I was born to do. And it's what I'll die doing. That was Chris' life. Why should mine be any different?"
Sheila was aware that he didn't remember his younger brother coming to the past to save him when he was a toddler. She had guessed that he had never been told either, and didn't know if it was her place to tell him now. When he started to pull away, she quickly made a decision to change that fact if it would get him to listen. "Wait. Please, listen to me! Chris wouldn't want this! All this rage can only lead to one thing--and it's not good. If you continue on this path, everything he did will have meant nothing. He gave his life to save your soul once before. You can't just throw that sacrifice away. What you're doing is not going to bring him back…"
Wyatt was confused by her words and questions flew around in his mind. He discarded them momentarily and focussed on the last thing she said. His shield dropped as his vision began to blur. His voice came almost in whisper, "Then what will?"
Sheila felt as if her heart was breaking. At over six feet tall with a large and muscular frame, he dwarfed her by nearly a foot and at least a hundred pounds. But despite his stature, she couldn't help but see how vulnerable he looked with his shoulders sagging in despair. She reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear as she took his hand with the other. "Can you orb us to my house? I have something I think you should see…"
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ELSEWHERE…..
When Chris woke up, he found himself sitting down and no longer in the attic of his house. He quickly looked down and patted his chest where his heart was. Finding no wounds, he took in his new surroundings with surprise. "Where the hell am I?" he murmured to himself. As he hadn't expected a response, he was again surprised when someone spoke behind him.
"That's a rather interesting description."
Chris whirled around to face the voice as he questioned, "Am I dead?"
With crossed arms and a wide smirk the figure replied sarcastically, "Don't you just hate when that happens?"
Chris stumbled to get up, "Who are you?"
Tbc…
