Chapter Three – Fields of Innocence

Chris walked through the halls of Hyde High School. He looked down the dark corridor, he began to see it turn, turning upside down, he blinked his eyes, and it turned more now. The ground was the walls, the walls were the ground and ceiling and the ceiling was the wall. He grabbed the wall, he fell to the ground. His head was spinning; he grabbed his head and put it in his hands. He moaned. He felt the ground begin to spin below him, and his head began to pound. He heard someone pounding something, and then he heard the scream of a saw.

"What the hell?" he said moaning.

He looked up, and saw a poster of Ashley Carter; she was running for Homecoming Queen. She was a naturally beautiful girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, and kind face. He watched as her poster, her eyes turned black, they flamed. Her mouth opened, it was opening longer then usual. Her hair turned black, her skin turned a bluish-grey, and her mouth was hanging off past the poster. Her eyes began to cry blood, and then she screamed. Chris covered his ears. What's going on? She screamed. The screaming was getting louder and louder, it was coming closer. Her black hair was coming off the poster. The screaming was right infront of him. He felt someone pulling down on him on his shoulder.

"No!" Chris yelled

The screaming was extremely loud now. He felt something touch his hand, it was pulling it into the ground, and he saw two shadows by him now. Something was after him, he knew it. Demons, Demons are coming.

"No, stop! Stop!" He said nearly yelling.

"Chris!" He heard a man say, "Chris!"

He moaned more.

"Mr. Halliwell, what's wrong he heard."

He was surrounded, voices everywhere, screaming, he was in hell. Then he felt something hard hit the side of his face, like a bag of bricks. He fell to the floor, tears were in his eyes. What the hell. The ground was spinning faster now, He lay on the floor.

"Call an ambulance!" He heard. "Mr. Halliwell, everything is going to be fine."

"No!" He heard a distant voice say, "Hold on!"

He saw more shadows, they were surrounding him now, and he needed his mom and aunts. Evil was after him, he knew it. He was going to die, what was going on? He felt his mouth be yanked open. Someone was pulling down on his mouth, like it was being ripped off.

"Chris, baby!" He heard, "Baby, what's wrong? Oh No." He heard a girl's voice say, someone very familiar.

Bianca, Coach Saunders, and about 5 other students were around Chris, as he was having some sort of an attack. Bianca had opened his mouth to see if he had swallowed something, she knew what it was.

"Oh God, I knew this was going to happen. I knew it!" She said she pulled off her leather jacket, and told everyone to stand back. She then took her index and middle finger and shoved them down his throat.

Chris felt something huge go down his throat, he couldn't breath, something was opening up, and then he felt an explosion.

Bianca pulled her fingers out and turned Chris' mouth and moved his head towards the wall, as he vomited his stomach up. Bianca saw white acid, almost like club soda. And orange bile. Chris coughed, and then things began to slow down, the screaming stopped, everyone came back into view, but it was still foggy. He was breathing hard.

"Everything is fine." Bianca said. Bianca picked pulled Chris' body next to hers, and rocked him. "It's okay baby, its okay." Bianca saw her friend Lori come over.

"Girl what happened?"

"Lori, take as many singles out of my wallet, and go get any kind of water or soda, don't ask me." Bianca said. Lori didn't ask. She went into Bianca's purse and pulled out four one dollar bills, and ran off to the vending machine.

"Miss Summers, What's going on?" Coach Saunders asked

"He-"She said trying to think of a lie, "He took too much of his allergy medicine, and he just had a bad trip, that's all. Everyone please give him some space." She pleaded.

Chris was still out of it, dazed and confused. Bianca held his head on her shoulder, she rocked him. "Its okay baby, everything is better now, stay with me." She took his hand, It was limb and cold. "Oh, Chris, take my hand, take it!" She felt his fingers slightly wrapped around her own. They were almost as cold as ice. She needed that water.

"LORI!" She yelled.

A few minutes later, Lori came running. Bianca motioned for Lori to get close to her.

"Did you get any clear soda?" Bianca asked. Lori handed her a Sprite. "Take the rest and pour it on the vomit. Water it down."

"What why?"

"I'll explain later."

Lori opened up a bottle of Pepsi and water, and poured it over the vomit.

Coach Saunders was shocked. "Lori, what are you doing?" Lori ignored her, and she threw the bottles aside and poured. Bianca opened the bottle. She needed the Salt and Sugar more than anything.

"Chris, baby, open your mouth, baby please!" She said

Chris barely opened his mouth, and she put a little of the soda down his throat. He swallowed. "Good, keep going baby."

"Lori, stop that!" Coach Saunders said taking the soda from her hands. "What was that for?"

Bianca put the soda bottle down.

Lori and Bianca ignored Coach Saunders. Bianca kept all her focus on Chris. She kept one of her hands on his forehead to keep a constant feeling for his temperature, and one on his chest, to feel the rhythmus of his heart. It was a hard constant beating at first, and then it began to slow down, and slowly returning to normal, but it was still beating as if Chris ran a mile. She felt his forehead begin to sweat, this was another good sign. That his temperature was up, and is now going down. Bianca noticed the people surrounded Chris, were going away. Then she noticed the Principal, Sheryl Woods, was coming down the hall. She was a rather young woman, in her mid thirties. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was always dressed in a suit. She was sprinting down the hall in her high heals. She then came to Bianca and Chris and knelt down.

"Miss Summers what happened?" She asked in a concerning voice.

"Chris, he took too many of his meds, had a bad trip." Bianca said, "He's going to be fine. I am a volunteer Nurse, I know what to do."

"Alright." She said, "What's his pulse?"

Bianca took her hand off his chest and put two fingers on his neck. She waited a moment; it felt so much longer than a moment. Then she was lost in thought. "One Hundred and Forty, over Ninety. Pretty high, but he's gonna be fine."

"Okay." Principal Woods got up and turned to the crowd. "Everyone, please return to your normal business. Miss Locke," She said looking at Lori, "A word with you please in my office." Lori looked at Bianca. Bianca slightly shook her head and as if she spoke with her eyes as if "Say Nothing". The crowd disappeared, "Just go to my office, Miss Locke, I'll be there in a moment." She then turned to Chris and Bianca. Chris opened his eyes one more time. And he saw very fuzzy images of Principal Woods and Coach Saunders who was kneeling by him.

"Chris," Bianca said, "Baby, can you stand up?"

Chris rolled his head onto his chest and pushed himself into a setting position. Bianca took his left arm. "A little help please." Bianca said as the Coach just watched. Saunders got under his right arm, and hoisted Chris from the ground. Bianca stood infront of Chris, so that he wouldn't fall forward.

"I got it, thank you." Bianca snapped at Saunders.

Saunders backed away and Principal Woods smirked, as she admired Bianca's courage and strength. Bianca held both of her arms around Chris abdomen and Chris's head fell onto her shoulder.

Chris opened his eyes; he was at Bianca's house. He was lying on her bed. Everything was still spinning, his head hurt like hell, his heart was still racing, and he couldn't breathe. He grabbed his throat, and gasped for air, nothing. He fell off the bed, joking to death. The room was spinning,

"Chris?" He heard someone, "Oh my god!" He looked up and saw a dark skinned woman spinning all around him. He felt her hit him in the back. He gasped. She hit him harder on the back, and then she put her mouth on his and blew into his mouth, while punching him as she could on his back. He coughed. She pulled back, he coughed more. She stood up as Chris got on all fours on the ground. The room was spinning faster now, and he could hear a whisper in the background.

"It's okay baby, its okay." She said rubbing her hand on his back.

"Stop it." He said, in a low whisper. "Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Bianca said getting in to barely listen to him.

"The room it's spinning, Stop it!" He said in a whisper.

"Chris, you're on a bad trip. Why are you whispering?"

"I am not whispering! I am yelling! Why are you whispering?" He grabbed his head and put his face into the carpet and screamed. "STOP IT!" He finally yelled, "Oh God, please!"

"Chris, calm down, breathe!" Bianca said directly into his ear.

Chris was pulling his hair. He moaned. "Oh God! Please stop!" He then felt a warming sensation the back of his neck, he began to breathe normally, the room was slowing down, and his breathing was returning to normal. Bianca had her eyes closed and had her left hand on the back of his neck. A red light, almost fire, was coming from her palm and dancing on his skin. She was moving her lips in a wordless spell. She lifted her hand, and opened her eyes. Chris had his eyes open. They were red, his face was nearly purple. His eyes were watering.

"Baby, sit up."

Chris didn't move, she grabbed his far shoulder and his hand and slowly lifted him. He sat up, and looked at the spot where he was a second ago in the worst pain and torture he'd ever been in. His white shirt, with a blue "Abercrombie & Fitch" logo on it, was drenched in sweat. Bianca looked at her lover. She saw the most desperate man, she'd ever seen in her life. She saw confusion on his face, pain in his eyes, and his skin showed stress. She got comfortable, and sat next to him on the ground.

"Are you okay?"

Chris didn't say a thing; he just sat next to Bianca looking at the carpet. Bianca took Chris' cold, clammy hands, he bowed his head and his shoulders shuddered. She took his head and put on her shoulder. Silent tears ran down Chris' face, and Bianca hugged him. She put her mouth on his shoulder, and she moved her head and kissed his cheek. He cried harder.

"I love you." She said, "I always will. Look at me, Chris." She said pulling her boyfriend off her shoulder. He had his head bowed, and his hair was drenched in sweat. "Chris, Look at me, please." Chris raised his head, she looked at his eyes, they were swollen. His face drenched with tears.

"I know," She began, "What happened this morning, in the corridor wasn't you. I know you would never hit me or harm me. And I know that in the hallway by the science lab today wasn't an allergic attack from medicine." Chris' eyes filled with tears. "How long have you been doing this Chris? How long? What did you take?" Chris' chin trembled, and he bowed his head. "No!" She said lifting his chin with her fingers. "I am not gonna let you look away. How long? What did you take?" Chris breathed in heavily.

"For-for about a month." He said, "I forgot what I took." He said putting his hand over his face, and crying into it. "I am sorry, I am so sorry. Bianca, please, I am so sorry." He said removing his hand. Bianca looked at him with worry eyes. "Can you remember what you took?" Chris breathed in hard. "Some red pills, white pills, and Angel dust."

"What! You took PCP?"

He bowed his head again and cried. Bianca didn't know ether to hate him, love him, or forgive him? Should she tell his mother? What about Wyatt? No, he was so proud of Chris winning the Track Championship last year; it would damage the image of his brother. She could tell his aunts, Paige would understand, maybe. Didn't she do drugs back in high school? So did Phoebe. She was confused. She needed to focus on Chris. She needed to find the pills and the dust. She then remembered his locker Combo; he gave it to her a few weeks ago. She could check his locker. Something is probably in there.

"Chris have you been eating?"

No Answer.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Four, maybe five days ago."

"WHAT! No wonder you had such a bad trip!" She got up and went to her desk and grabbed her purse. She pulled out the bottle of Sprite and a Granola Bar. She then went back to his side. "Eat this."

"I am not hungry." Chris replied.

"I said eat it!" She pulled up his shirt, and saw what she was looking for. Chris instantly pulled it back down.

"What the hell Bianca."

"You've lost weight."

"So!"

"How much?"

"Why?"

"Chris, how long has it really been since you've eaten?"

Chris was getting greatly annoyed. Why was he being asked all these questions? Why did Bianca care for him so? Why was he here? Why was he being fed? Why wasn't he at school?

"Chris!" She said

He instantly screamed and grabbed her by the neck, and pinned her against the bed. She choked. He lifted her by the neck onto the bed.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" He yelled, "NEVER!" He then realized what he was doing, he loosened his grip and fell back down onto the floor. He sat on the floor looking at his hands. Bianca stood up and sat down next to him. Chris looked at his hands like it was some horrible inevitable truth. "I am sorry, I am so Sorry."

Bianca took his hands once more. "Baby look at me, okay look at me!" She said once more, Chris turned to her instantly. "I love you okay, understand that! I love you! And I know the real you, and this isn't it. I am gonna help you okay! I am not giving up on us." She said with tears in her eyes. Chris cried once more and bowed his head. Bianca embraced him.

She hoped that this time wouldn't be like last time. And at the Halliwell Manor, Wyatt orbed home.