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Christopher The Lost

Chapter 8

"Comfortable?" the witch asked, looking down at Edmund.

He smirked. "Very." he replied.

She kicked him, but he didn't wince. "Are you emotionless?!" she exclaimed.

"Yes." Edmund replied truthfully.

"Tell me Edmund, what has made you so." she said, becoming interested.

"Life." he replied.

"Was your father abusive?" she asked.

"I have no father, so I wouldn't know." he replied.

"And your mother, is she unloving?" she asked.

He looked down. "She wasn't." he replied.

"Wasn't?" she asked.

"She died, not too long ago." he replied, regaining his composure, and the emotionless look going back into his eyes.

"Sibling's? Do you have any of them?" she asked.

"None." he replied.

"Then what are those other three to you?" she asked.

"Friends." he replied.

"Are they siblings?" she asked.

"Why do you even care?" he snapped.

"You interest me." she replied.

"Then why are you asking about them?" he asked.

"Becuase, you care about them. So they apparently mean something to you." she replied.

"They do, but I doubt it's returned." he said.

"I'm sure it is. You a very handsome young boy. Smart. A little bit of a smart mouth, but every person has one I suppose. So why wouldn't they?" she asked.

"I don't know what your trying to do, but what ever it is, ain't gonna happen." he said, trying to tune her out.

"Unbelievable. You won't even accept a bit of compassion." she said, loosing her peaceful composure.

"Not from you." he replied. He leaned his head against the sleigh and gasped when he felt a slight pain in his lip. He realized it must have split thanks to dehydration.

He sighed and closed his eyes. It seemed as though pain was inevitable for him. That's all his life was... pain pain and more pain. Torture, agony, and waiting. He hated the waiting most of all. Waiting for more pain. Waiting for death. And when he was hopeful, waiting for rescue. Waiting to see Lucy again. Waiting to see Susan again. Waiting to see Peter again. And most of all waiting to meet Aslan. The name made him smile, and sent peace love and comfort surging through his body, making him shiver. If thinking the name only did that too him, he wondered what would happen when he really did meet Him. And even though he was on a bumpy sleigh in the middle of the morning, freezing cold, he found himself drifting into a peaceful sleep. A sleep so peaceful and so deep not even the witch could invade.

"We have to cross now." Peter said.

"Don't beaver's make dam's?" Lucy asked.

"I'm not that fast dear." Mr. Beaver replied.

"Come on!" Peter exclaimed pulling her along.

"Wait! Can't we just think about this for a minute?!" Susan exclaimed.

"We don't have a minute!" Peter yelled.

"I was just trying to be realistic." Susan said, sounding hurt.

"No! You were just rying to be smart! As usual!" Peter said.

Lucy sighed.

"And what about Edmund?!" Susan snapped.

Peter stopped. "What about him?" he asked quietly.

"What if he's only a few yards away?!" Susan asked.

"He'd be with the witch. Only adding to our urgency!" Peter said after a few seconds, mustering all the strength in his body to get the two sentances out.

"He's right dear." Mrs. Beaver said gently.

"Of course he's right. He's always right." Susan mumbled following after them.

Once at the bottom Peter found the cracking ice even more scary than before. He sighed and took a step only to find it cracking under his weight.

"Maybe I should go first." Mr. Beaver said.

"Maybe you should." Peter replied. He wasn't willing to loose either of his remaining siblings to a frozen river. After a few steps, Peter led Susan and Lucy onto the ice. Without fully realizing it, wolves had surrounded them, and Peter was trying to figure a way out. The only option was to pull his sword. Tho wolf in front of him was talking to him, and it startled him at first, but he ignored it and focused on keeping Susan and Lucy behind him.

He didn't pay attention to muh of what the wolf was saying, until he said 'Leave now and your friend leave's with you.' It could mean getting Chr...Edmu...Christo... Edmund, Peter couldn't decide what to call him, quicker. Susan began yelling at him, telling him just to give up. But Peter ignored her. He knew from the wicked gleam in the wolves eye meant he was lying. They would only be captured, and what Edmund had done would be for nothing. The torture he was enduring would be for nothing.

"PETER!"

Lucy's call snapped Peter out of his thoughts. He looked up to see the ice cracking. The ice cracking... that gave him an idea. "Hold on to me!" he exclaimed. He drove his sword into the ice, Lucy clinging to one side, Susan clinging to the other. After a moment the waterfall busted, sending them under the freezing cold water. For a moment Peter thought he would loose his grip on his sword. But he didn't, and it soon payed off because they made it back to the surface. He was horrified when he found Lucy was slipping. He tried to hang on to her but her coat was all he could grab. When they made it back to land, he quickly found that Lucy was no longer in her coat.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Susan shrieked.

Peter could feel the tears stinging behind his eyes. "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" he thought.

"Has anyone seen my coat?" he heard Luy ask. He whipped around, and was relieved to see her walking toward them. He pulled her coat back around her.

"I don't think you'll be needing those coat's anymore." Mrs. Beaver stated. They turned to look at her and saw the snow had melted in a part of the forest. After a few feet, they took of their coat's.

"We're coming Aslan, please keep Chris safe." Peter prayed.