Disclaimer:
There have been complaints about the length of my disclaimers.
(Really too long?)
So lets have a quick vote about that : Hands up, who wants the disclaimers dragons way?
Wyatt's and Chris´ hands shoot up+
So lets see there are one…two…and myself, three hands up.
(+whispers+) Well done Wyatt and Chris. I think you'll be in the story for some more time…
So now, as hard as it is for me to say: They don't …
Wyatt and Chris slide through the background dancing and singing+
Both: We are family…lalala…we don't belong to dragonsflyfree…YEAH!
the brothers leave the room before the authors wrath can hit them+
OK, as they said it, this two, most of the times (+glares after the boys+) talented and gorgeous young men don't belong to me. If you find them unoriented somewhere, please bring them back, because I strongly believe they must be temporarily insane.
+shouts after them+ There are pills to cure such things, you know!
Chapter ten / part four:
"My god, what have you done!" The human-looking demon had needed some time before he could see anything again. He found the young resistance fighter, who had obviously escaped Lord Wyatt's captivity, lying in a bloody mess in the middle of the floor. The boy took desperate laboured breaths, while clasping his hands tight around his neck. With no effort he tried to stop the bleeding of a nasty looking, gaping wound.
The life of the desperate whitelighter began slowly to run through his hands.
"Shit! Let's take the boy out of the way before someone notices. If we get caught, there will be hell to pay."
The two men dragged the injured into a nearby storage room, where they dropped him carelessly behind a pile of boxes.
Chris started to panic as he became aware, that they were intended to leave him there to die. The growing panic only made his lack of oxygen worse by each second.
He wasn't even able to scream for help.
"Lets clean up the mess on the corridor", the demon couple laughed, obviously content with their solving of the problem.
Did everyone ever told lower level demons were stupid? Your right!
Pitch black darkness fell over the room as they switched of the light and locked the door.
Chris tried to concentrate in getting enough air into his burning lungs. What concrete had been the reasons that he had taken over this crazy mission? Whatever it had been. it was definitely not worth the pain he was in right now…was it?
Slowly some screams got through the violent pain in his head.
+CHRIS! My god Chris!"+
He had totally forgotten about Serena!
Chris fought the irresistible urge of his aching body to slip into comfortable unconsciousness.
+Stay with me Chris! Come on! Don't give up now, you hear me+
Chris was simply to weak to answer, even if only in his mind,
+…tired…………………..hurts…………………………+was all he could bring out to Serena.
If he could only call for his brother.
+I'll try to reach him+Serena suggested+He will surly keep me from entering his mind but maybe I can install a uncertain impulse to instantly look out for his little brother. Just hold on, you hear me+
+…………………………+
+CHRIS! Answer me! You have to stay awake, OK+
+…………………………………………..try………………………………………+was the weak answer.
Chris still balanced on the verge of unconsciousness. He didn't know if he could stay awake without Serena's constant voice inside his head. His body begun already to shut down…
…Not so far away, in one of Wyatt's conference rooms, the source of all evil had suddenly a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Where was his brother? Was he doing something stupid right this moment?
No way, he thought He had especially sent two of his minions to look after him. The two had the strict order to prevent the "captured high resistance leader"" from doing something stupid.
Wyatt had decided to stall the flow of the news into the demon society, that his wayward little brother was in the headquarter.
He didn't want to give the demons any chances.
Captured resistance members – that was something strangely normal nowadays.
For Wyatt's taste the believing of his minions regarding one certain stubborn green-eyed youth should stay that way.
But somehow he had a real bad feeling. He had to check on his sibling. Right now! Without a comment the source left his conference and a couple of irritated high level demon leaders. He would deal with the pissed of reactions of them later on. And to be honest, what chances they had left as to deal with the bad moods of the all powerful lord Wyatt, no matter how much he annoyed them.
As he neared the dining room, Wyatt's feeling grew stronger and stronger. Something was definitely not right. He found the door of the room standing open.
No Chris, no minions!
"Shit!" he exclaimed. A short evil grin played around the corner of his mouth.
Now the tiny little toy he had made his brother wear would come in handy.
The source closed his eyes and concentrated. He got the vibes of two lower demon powers in a corridor nearby. Missing part number one was found!
As he tried harder he was able to sense a faint whitelighter power that was, even amplified by the wristband, only barely palpable. The signal was so dim that he could not locate his brother properly.
This could only mean his little brother was in trouble – in deep deadly trouble.
Wyatt immediately shimmered to the source of the minions signals, that was clearly detectable.
He found two demons in the best mood, which were walking grinning down the aisle.
One glare of the source washed away their smiles.
Wyatt had no time to waste.
"Where is the boy?" he asked harshly.
"The resistance fighter, my lord?"
"Yes, the resistance fighter. Don't you two strain my patience!"
"We took care of that problem, my lord." Said the beast-kind demon, which earned him a sharp biff into his side from his companions elbow.
Wyatt just raised one eyebrow, which caused a shudder in his underlings. They knew now they were in deep troubles.
If they had known by now, that the two had actually attacked the sources little brother, they would have known, that their lives were doomed to an untimely end.
Oblivious to that fact they still tried to save the situation.
"He was only an annoying little brat. Nothing for you to make your hands dirty with, my lord." The now obviously pale humankind demon told.
"I don't think he had any useful information for you, mylord." The other added.
"And with "had" you mean?" asked a now really enraged Wyatt. His anger seemed to heat the space around him at least a few degrees.
"He…he…ehm……should be………ehm………"
"WHAT should he be?"
"Dddddead, my lord?" the demons stammered barely audible.
Wyatt fumed in anger.
"Take me to my brother!" he ordered.
There! Now it was out. If the two were able to sink instantly into the ground, they would have gladly done.
They had killed the sources brother. Of all the damn people in the whole world, of all the dirty little resistance members, that went through the cells of the headquarter every day, they had killed the one that would send the source over the edge
F..ck!
Reluctantly they pointed at a door at the far end of the corridor.
Wyatt stormed in only to find it empty…
TBC...