Just let me die
Chapter 5 – Fixed
A/N: I noticed that it's best to post new chapters on Sundays. I don't really know why, but you get the most reviews when you post on a Sunday. So I set myself the goal of posting this on a Sunday evening. The only problem is that currently it is Saturday evening so I only have a day to write this or I'll have to wait another week or I don't post on a Sunday. But I'm confident I might manage it on Sunday.
About the title of this chapter: I really found nothing that would have fit the plot of this chapter so it's kind of randomly chosen. If someone knows a better one after reading, please let me know, it would help me a lot.
Disclaimer: And this is the fifth time in this fic that I'm disclaiming. The characters aren't mine, except for the ones I made up (very clever, I know). I don't have any right to Charmed and do this for non-profit use.
P.S: The Font Kabel Book BT rules. I so love it!
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Chris heard strangers enter his "room". He looked up at them and immediately recognized them before they even noticed him lying on the floor. He didn't however react to their presence at all or even bothered to look at them any longer.
They were a hallucination that was for sure. He had imagined them coming here so often it was no use to react. He always felt stupid when he interacted with his hallucinations, and even though he didn't really have any pride left he always felt embarrassed after realizing that what he was talking to was not real.
He knew that was stupid, because no one noticed anyway, but still it bothered him.
So he just stayed silent and watched the people from his hallucination searching the room and calling his name. He wasn't interested, not even when his fictive mother saw him and looked at him horrified. She whispered his name in a low scared voice, but then someone else interrupted her.
That caused him to actually care. Because the voice he heard belonged to someone who never showed up in his hallucinations.
He watched his brother tell his father his attempts to heal him would not succeed and that caused Chris to notice his father kneeling beside him, even though he hadn't even realized that he had come beside him.
And why the hell did Wyatt talk to Chris' hallucination? A part of him thought, 'This is my hallucination! Stay outta it' But then he realized how stupid that was and continued to stare at his brother. Maybe he was part of the daydream? It had never happened before, but well, there's always a first time.
The kick he received a minute later when his brother walked over to the others told him otherwise. This Wyatt was very real.
But then… if he talked to them…
Were they…
But no.
It wasn't possible…
Or was it?
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A while later Chris realized he hated it not to notice when he fell asleep. Obviously he had been out a while. His surroundings were entirely different than the dim lit little cave he had been used to call "home" over the last years.
Now he was in a well lit room with white walls and was apparently lying on some kind of campbed…
Was he going entirely crazy now?
This was impossible.
At least he thought that until he saw a girl bent over him, her hands outstretched and emitting the familiar golden glow that had saved his life so many times in his life. And he could actually feel the warmth that always accompanied the "whitelighter tingly touch"…
And when she stopped healing he finally felt himself snapping out of the dreamy trance state he had been in for the last months and years, although he never really noticed he was in it. He didn't have a lot of time to recapture his past feelings however, as a demon that was standing on the other side of the bed spoke up.
"Enough with the healing. He doesn't need to be healthy only feeling well enough to be sensitive to torture again", the demon exclaimed while the girl eyed him angrily. She didn't seem to like his words. Or him in general. "Lord Wyatt wants you to report to him, but get that guy some clothes first, this is disgusting", he added while looking at Chris' lower half. Chris felt a little embarrassed, though it was the fault of demons that he looked this way he didn't like it when they talked that way. Who would?
The demon went off, while the girl was watching him leave with a disgusted look on her face.
Chris however thought about something else. This situation was odd. Usually when they had come to "fix" him, they just gave him some potions to make his nerves loose the numbness that resulted of seemingly endless torture. After they did that he usually got a clear head, but this was different.
He looked at the girl. She was carefully avoiding his eyes and looked at his body. He knew somehow from the look on her face that she was holding back tears. And this girl was not like the other followers of Wyatt. She seemed to be good…
He looked at her more closely. She had long dark blonde hair that was put in a ponytail and she had bright blue eyes. She seemed to be a lot younger than him though he couldn't pinpoint the exact age.
But something about her felt familiar. He couldn't really say what, but he had the feeling he knew her somehow. Just from where?…
While he was trying to figure it out she hoped with every bit of her mind, that he wouldn't recognize her, that he wouldn't jeopardize her secret. Because Lord Wyatt would kill her if he knew.
She felt so sorry for him. The wounds were so cruel, and she realized that he healing had only gave him back the feeling of pain that he had lost. So she made a decision.
She squinted at the probe that hovered nearby to observe everything. She took the life out of it. Taking the life out of an object was a weird thing, but in the case of the probes taking their "life" only meant making them oblivious to magic.
She quickly put her hands over him and healed him some more. She couldn't completely heal him, because the demons would notice, but the least she could do was make him feel less pain. She looked around if someone was watching and then squinted at the probe again, giving it back its "life" so no one would notice what happened.
Chris felt very confused. Hadn't the demon told the girl not to heal anymore? Not that he wasn't grateful, but he had the feeling that this girl was more than just a whitelighter. Something about her was different.
She however didn't say anything to him, and he didn't ask. He was pretty certain she had acted against the rules, so he didn't want anyone to notice.
She walked over to the cupboard and took a plain grey shirt and trousers in the same color out of it. She tossed them to him, still avoiding his eyes and then went to leave the room. When she left it, she hit a button at the door and a magical force field came up.
Chris looked a little confused at the clothes he was now holding. No underwear?, he wondered, slightly amused though. He shrugged and put the clothes on anyway.
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"S- Seven years?", Phoebe stuttered and looked at Wyatt in disbelief. She refused to believe that they were so horribly wrong, but in the back of her mind she knew he wasn't lying in this point. It all made way more sense this way.
"Yup", he just said and smiled obviously very pleased with himself. Everyone was staring at him in shock and he liked it to have the upper hand in a conversation.
"But how…?", Paige asked no one in particular, but of course the world's favourite evil menacer answered instantly.
"Well you screwed up, that's the thing. Your spell probably went wrong or something. Or you're just plain to stupid to calculate which year to go to. Time travel can be a real bitch, you know", he stated still grinning wide.
Just then the door opened and a young woman entered the room. She was wearing white clothes and had long dark blonde hair. She looked quite young.
At the sight of Wyatt she instantly bowed down and half asked, "You wanted to see me, milord?"
"See, this is the proper way to talk to me", he exclaimed with a pleased look on his face and pointed to the young girl, while his family couldn't believe how someone could bow down to Wyatt.
He turned to her and said: "Yes, I did want to see you. Did you fix Christopher?"
"Yes my lord", she replied and didn't look up. She still had her head in the bowed position.
"Look up to me", he ordered and her gaze immediately met his.
"You see how well I control my subordinates?", he asked his family that was sitting at the table.
He didn't wait for them to answer but turned to the girl again and said. "Bring him to a room in block C, wait there for new orders"
She nodded and bowed again. Quickly she turned around and left the room.
"So, now that we have that behind us… Let's talk", he said clapping his hands together and returning to his chair.
The others looked at him incredulously as he sat down.
"You know, you were better conversationalists in my time", he said as they still stared at him without saying a word. He looked slightly annoyed at their lack of enthusiasm.
"That is of course, only until I killed you", he said with a smirk
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A/N Sorry, I totally couldn't think of a proper cliffie to end this chapter with. But please keep reading when I post the next one anyway. And I did it! I'm posting on Sunday!
Thanks for all the reviews.
Encantado: Here is Chris again. He's gonna be more busy in the next parts I think.
So if you review, Please tell me if you got any good idea what to call this chapter, I'm so clueless right now.
So anyway, TBC, please review!