All Too Familiar
By: phantombabe
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the members of the Magnificent seven (dramatic sigh). I also don't own any of the horses they are riding (accept Chris', because I couldn't remember its name) : )
Rating: PG-13 for some language and violence.
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All Too Familiar
Chris sauntered over to the stall where Chaucer stood, munching on some fresh hay. Ezra's horse had always been loyal to him. It was almost as if they shared a soul sometimes. He couldn't help but with that he hand his horse were the same way. They didn't "share a soul" but that was probably because Chris didn't have one anymore to share. It burned away, along with his with his wife and son six years ago.
He sat down, rather ungracefully, next to his horse and began absentmindedly rubbing it's leg. The horse inched closer to him, sensing that his owner was troubled over something. Chris pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his arms. He fought the tears that were beginning to sting his eyes.
All he could think about was that night. The night his world was stolen from him. The last memory he would ever have of his beautiful wife were her screams of agony as she was burned alive.
The tears were flowing freely now, but he didn't make a sound. He tilted his head back, and allowed them to stream down his face.
JD went around to the back of the stables. There was a ladder over to the side that ran up the side to a small window that was just large enough for a large child to fit through… sohe wouldn't have much of a problem.
He grabbed the first rung and began making his way toward the window. Once he reached the top, he carefully, trying not to make any noise, climbed through into the hay loft. After climbing in, he slowly crept over to the railing that overlooked practically the entire lower floor of the stable.
He looked down and could see Chris leaning his head up against the wall. As he looked closer, he could see streaks running down the sides of his face… he was crying. He didn't think that Chris had ever known how to cry. It was just inconceivable! But sure enough, right before his very eyes, this man of steel was breaking down into tears.
His brain told him that he should leave, out of respect for their leader, but his curiosity begged him to stay, if only for a few more moments. He got lower to the floor to avoid being spotted by Chris's hawk-like eyes. If he got caught spying on him, Chris would surely kill him. And no matter how long and hard the rest of the seven looked for him, they would never find all of the pieces.
He had to have been sitting there for at least a good twenty minutes before Chris finally moved. JD had begun to think that maybe he had fallen asleep.
He stood up from his position beneath his horse and began to pace the room. When he finally came to a stop, he stood in front of a table. He put his hands on it and lowered his head between his arms.
Then all of a sudden, without warning, Chris flipped the table over in a rage. Everything went shattering to the floor. He picked up one of the spare horseshoes and hurled it at the wall with all of his strength. When it bounced off, there was a gash and least two inches deep.
JD burrowed himself deeper into the hay. He wouldn't admit it later, but he was scared to death. He had never seen Chris this angry. In fact, he had never seen anyone that angry.
He could only watch as Chris hurled random objects at walls, luckily missing all of the horses. Finally after about ten minutes of that, Chris collapsed in the same spot where he had started from. Fresh tears were once again streaming down his face. JD couldn't help but notice the fury in Chris's eyes. His breath caught in his chest when Chris glanced up at the hay loft. He only stared there for a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. Then he looked away and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
He figured that it was about time to leave, his curiosity had been doused. He would never tell the others what he had seen. It was a secret that he would take with him to the grave.
He slowly climbed back down the ladder and made his way to the saloon, wiping a tear from his own eye. It hurt him to see his friend in so much pain. He stared at the ground the entire way to the saloon, trying to come up with a story to tell the others.
Well there ya go. I hoped you liked it. I promise, the next chapter's gonna be better. Things are really gonna pick up.: )Xoxo everybody!
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