Charlie ran up the wooden banister stairs, towards his room. He passed by Don's old room where Don still slept whenever he sent the night… Charlie just kinda laughed at the fact that Don's room had never been updated since he left, Charlie passed the study and then froze in front of the door where his mother once slept with his father. Charlie remember how much pain, it caused him, as he continued to through the darkened hallway to his room. Once in he began to feel the pain of beginning alone up here. He hadn't been up here in weeks, thanks to the constant noises from Alan and Don spending the night almost everyday. No Charlie had gotten used to sleeping on the couch but tonight he wasn't sure where he was going to sleep.
Charlie thought no more of the couch on account it made him sleepy and as a Sid effect he began to count the hours everyone has sat on that couch. Charlie's hand shot up to his temple as he was beginning to form a headache, but even worst was the fact that Charlie kept remembering the harsh words that Don had spoken only minutes ago, thus making the headache even worse. Charlie still didn't understand it, but decided to wait in order to find out from him what was truly going on. And what had made Don so mad? Charlie doubted it was a new case, for the reason Don had gotten into the habit of including Charlie in on all the cases. However if a case occurred and Don wasn't sure how to tell him about it then that might make Don mad-- but that's not Don, Don had all the courage in the world he could do anything. Charlie laughed a little as the sound of the front door opened and closed; Charlie opened his bedroom door opened a little. Charlie thought it might be dad home early, or maybe it was Don. Charlie quickly striped his button up shirt off and replaced his jeans with soft cotton pajama pants the read EMC2. Charlie went nearly flying towards the door when he stopped; he saw his blue tattered silk blanket lying lovingly upon his bed… Charlie smiled as he left the room now holding the only thing that was worth coming up those stairs to get.
Charlie heard the grandfather clock strike 11 o' clock, as he jumped from the loud slice out of the silence. He calmed him self-remembering all those late walks around the house, hearing it go on and off every hour. Charlie walked the familiar steps down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the small hallway where he could hear Larry talking softly, Charlie approached more slowly as he rounded the corner seeing Larry and three other men dressed from head to toe in black. Charlie also realized they were armed… What was Charlie going to do they had Larry, Charlie began to think as his friends voice broke in, however it wasn't a scared voice, like Charlie had suspected 'no' this one was confident and strong as if nothing was wrong.
"Hello Charles, Your right on time. Come on lets go for a ride, what ya say?" Charlie couldn't believe it; Larry had actually called these men here, but why… Larry was his friend and still is but why. Charlie shook his head in disbelief as he met his friend, his mentor, and his partner's eyes Charlie's unlike Larry's began to fill with tears that Charlie could no longer hold. Larry raised his hand as he clicked his tongue to his teeth making the cruel noise of 'Tisk tisk tisk.' Charlie noticed that Larry was preparing to snap his fingers which would probably tell the men to draw their guns and begin to fire, Charlie turned around to run to the back yard or at least to the kitchen as he heard the rough skin twist apart producing the loud ring of Velcro unsnapping and the shots of fire coming close to hitting Charlie everywhere he dodged. Charlie place a hand on the wall in order to catch himself before falling as a bullet gilded straight across the back of his hand. Charlie Yelped in pain as he ducked into the kitchen and prompted himself against the wall holding his hand.
Charlie noted that they were all using silencers, probably in order to not be heard while doing their job. Charlie looked around trying to find something to use as a weapon nothing came up until he saw the knives. The shots had seized for now, Charlie knew this would be his only chance for a long time. Charlie ran as the guns were firing once more Charlie barley made it to the island in one piece. Charlie looked over the top just in time to see Larry make hand singles to the men, as they moved forward leaving Larry alone next to the front door. Charlie mumbled to himself as he reached for the knife, tightly grasping it as he heard the heavy unmerciful footsteps of the intruders. Plants, pots, tables, anything that got in the way was quickly destroyed, and Charlie became afraid for when they reached him would they soon do the same thing.
The sound feet began echo louder as the men enter the small kitchen, Charlie was breathing heavily; he wished Don were here. But at last he wasn't, Charlie's mind still greatly thought about Larry and how he of all people do this, but Charlie thought that the bigger question was why? The men surrounded the island, Charlie could see two out of three, Charlie thought that the third was on the other side just in case. The man on Charlie's right held a steady hand while aimed at Charlie, sweat began to drip out Charlie as his heart sped. Charlie turned towards his left, the man had no weapon but was obliviously given a job, and that was to get the knife. Charlie held the knife so tightly that his knuckle began to turn pure white.
Charlie knew that if he moved the one to his right would surely fire, but Charlie had to get out of this place… He had to do something, but what? Charlie's mind award him of movement on the left, Charlie had to now get out and think of a way to fight, with out a moment of second doubt Charlie leapt forward at the man who approached a slid the knife in a downward action, cutting the man. Charlie only thought of how much pain that must of caused him as the flesh slowly opened allowing thick sticky red blood to escape from its salty shell. Charlie gave a grin as the gun behind him was fired, the man was an excellent shot, and Charlie's cheek began to leak much like the man's gloved covered hand. Charlie's grin faded as the pain began to register in his mind, Charlie winced as his hand shot to his cheek, dropping the knife to the cool floor.
The cut on Charlie's hand began to dry, but some blood still dripped as he raised it to his cheek. Charlie's head turned in the direction of the man behind the island, Charlie saw a bottle and a cloth in his hand, his eyes grew wide as panic rose, the other two men narrowed in, Charlie couldn't move he thought to yell but soon found his breath short, the man with out a weapon had kicked him hard in the stomach, Charlie coughed up a little blood but most was just clear liquid, found in his throat.
The two men grabbed Charlie's arms to hold him still every time he wiggled or struggled he found another hard kick, in his stomach or chest.
Since Charlie wore no shirt the padding he would have normally had was gone, sweat dripped visually down his slim figure, as it was becoming hard to focus on the man and the damp cloth. The man was now calmly in front of Charlie, as the cloth was placed over his mouth, Charlie fought for a few minute as he clawed at the men's arms, he managed to get some blood from the man he cut under his finger nails but soon had little energy to keep up the fight. The men tighten their grip Charlie who had tired to keep his mouth closed while the cloth was on found him self breathing deeply into the cloth making the contents of the cloth work faster in his already tired body.
Charlie thought 'one more move, just one'. And so with the remainder of his strength he kicks the man in front of him, 'it hit'. The cloth was removed as a faint smile could be seen on Charlie's face. The man regained his balance and hit Charlie hard across the face, on the bleeding cut no the less. Charlie screamed in pain as he heard clapping.
Charlie's eyes open barley seeing still nothing more than shadows, but knew who was clapping, 'Larry' Charlie thought, tears began to serge as foot steps echoed towards him. The movements of his friend were heavy but calm, Charlie's deep drown eyes demanded to be closed so he wouldn't know if Larry was truly involved but Charlie knew he couldn't. The men lifted Charlie a little as Larry approached his friend, in the unlivable mess his men had caused. Larry looked at Charlie's face and analyzed it for a moment. Then kneeled to get a better look at his friends lowered head.
"Well Charles I have to hand it to you" Larry said shaking a finger at him. "You put up one hell of a fight. You are no doubt your fathers son." Charlie tired to speak but found it clogged with tears he refuse to cry. Larry gave his normal laugh as he motioned to have the knife, the man who had hit Charlie's face bent down and picked it up. Swiftly Larry took it, Charlie noted that now Larry was wearing black gloves like the others. Larry held the knife and admired it. Larry's eyes jumped to Charlie's face.
"You know it is quiet a lovely chemical compound that goes into make blood, and the fact that its such a simple procedure to make, kinda wants you to ask 'why don't we just produce artificial blood in labs?' well I'll tell you Charles its because blood moves and eats just like we do, and it is a key just like you." Larry's eyes closed knowing his friend was more bent on finding out why Larry was doing this then to know why they were taking him. "What do you think of that, Charles?" Charlie swallowed his tears as anger rose, Charlie lifted his head towards Larry's eyes with a cold glare.
"Go to hell!" Charlie tired to yell but found it to come out in a normal tone of voice. Larry tired to paint some kind of expression other than surprise on his face but found that when Charlie said that, his friend had found him to be a threat. Larry looked at the men who began to laugh and smirk, Larry gave them a cold death stare, as he spoke. Charlie knew he shouldn't have said that, not to Larry. Larry's words were blurred as Charlie realized that they were angry and hurt. It was a bad idea to anger anyone with a knife in their hands, and Charlie just did. Larry's smile slowly returned as he raised his hand that held the knife into the air, Charlie couldn't see what was happening but knew when the Knifes blade cut quickly a crossed his forehead.
Charlie screamed in pain as the drug on the cloth, and the shots from the guns quickly took full effect. Charlie fell into a dark pain hellish kind of sleep, Charlie knew the last word he said was 'Don' but had no time to say anything else, as he went into a heavy uncurious sleep.
Larry looked at his friend as he dropped the bloody blade to the ground, eyes wide as he spoke hoarsely to himself.
"You see Charles you could never out smart me." Larry shivered as the words began to pull at his heart, he softly added 'I'm sorry Charles' Larry moved his head towards the front door, allowing the men to know that it was time to go, The clock read 11:16 P.M. Larry followed his men hoping Don or someone who stop them, unfortunately no one did. They all climbed in the van with Charlie in the back with Larry and one of the other men, who now tied Charles' appendixes together.
The mess was left for the brother to find, and to hopefully realize his brother was in danger.