Carol of the Bells

by InkStainedBlood

In SC2, Bernard is taken from the lime light...to house arrest. Here's what happened from when he was convicted to the end of the movie. Bernard angst and Curtis friendship. Maybe explaination to Santa Clause 3...?

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: If I were ruler of the world, I would own David Krumholtz (JK!) and would not be broke and hungry. The Santa Clause copyrighted by Disney and Bernard is copyrighted by the Awesome Curly Hair Foundation….a.k.a. David.

NOTE: This is mostly written in third person omniscient, but will be labeled on first person thoughts. This chapter is short, but shows how Bernard's holding up throughout the movie: passing out from…well, everything.

***Bernard***

'Now, I really am crazy,' Bernard thought to himself, as colors swam throughout his vision even though he was in complete darkness. At first there was a small amount of red when he tried to adjust himself on the floor. Then there was navy and bright yellow when he tried looking for something to cut the bounds with. Many hours later, he's still bound and uncomfortable on the floor staring at the colors that race around in his vision.

A light suddenly flooded the floor of the closet, blinding Bernard. Then he realized that there was someone in the office. He tried to scream for help, but not even he could hear his muffled cry. He moved around on the floor, hoping that whoever may hear him. But in the cramped space, it was unlikely. After a few minutes, he gave up his feeble attempts and bit back a frustrated cry when the light suddenly gave out and he was once again in darkness.

But this time, the darkness seemed different. He now knew what hope was and saw it crushed. The darkness was watching him, snickering at his pathetic and hopeless tries to escape. The darkness was choking him in shrouded fear and mystery. He needed to get out.

As he had tried before, calling out for help was a disadvantage of his situation. But if they couldn't hear his cries, then maybe they could hear his once starving stomach cry out in anguish.

His mouth was dry. His head was fuzzy and light, other than the pounding migraine that shook throughout his body. He couldn't even feel hunger anymore. The colors were back, but they would soon be gone. He just laid there on the floor, awaiting nothing and expecting no one.