Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 19:14:26 GMT -5
Chapter Four - Fuzzy Vision
Wyatt orbed into the empty break room holding Hannah. He sat her in one of the chairs and picked her back up when she began to slide out. Next, Wyatt leaned down and put her on the ground. He glanced around, but he didn’t see any comfortable cushions to lean her on. “I’m going to get someone who can help. Will you be okay?”
“Fuzzy,” Hannah told him.
“Will you be quiet for me?” Wyatt asked softly.
“Quiet,” Hannah repeated.
Wyatt smiled and stood up. He walked over to the door and pulled it open. Wyatt looked out into the hall. He saw no one. He turned and looked back at Hannah before exiting the room and hurrying down the hall.
Before Wyatt reached the end, Jody turned the corner and entered the hallway. “Wyatt! What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Chris,” Wyatt told her. “Would you get him?”
Jody gave him and odd look. “I’ll go see if I can find him. How are you doing?”
“Please hurry,” Wyatt urged. “It’s important.”
Jody frowned, but she turned around and walked off. Wyatt turned around and hurried back down the hall and into the break room. He knelt down next to Hannah. “Hannah? I have someone getting him.”
Hannah looked at him with partially glazed eyes. “Who?”
“You’ll see,” Wyatt told her, not wanting to give her anything that might identify him and his brother later.
“Your name?” Hannah asked.
“Sorry, Hannah. It’s better if you don’t know. Just know I’m here to help.”
“Name,” Hannah repeated softly.
Behind Wyatt, Chris opened the door and came in. He walked up behind Wyatt.
“Hannah . . .” Wyatt began.
Chris interrupted him, “Wy, who is this and why is she here?”
Wyatt stood and looked at Chris. “This is Hannah. She was attacked.”
Chris grimaced.
“If my facts are right,” Wyatt continued, “she is the eleventh victim.”
“Did you see who did it?” Chris asked. “Was it demonic?”
Yes to both. I stopped her or at least I chased her away.”
“Her?” Chris queried.
“Yes,” Wyatt nodded, “can we go check the book and find out what to do before some else gets hurts?”
“What about her?” Chris asked looking at Hannah.
“She comes with us, of course. I didn’t dare leave her there to be attacked, again.”
“Why come here? Why not just call me from the house?”
Wyatt gave him a look. “And risk not getting through? Quit stalling. Let’s go.” Wyatt squatted down and picked up Hannah, who appeared to have fallen asleep. He raised up and looked at Chris.
Chris sighed and nodded. “I’ll meet you there. I have to tell someone that I’ll be gone. I’ll join you in a couple of minutes. Start searching the book without me.”
Wyatt nodded and orbed holding Hannah. Chris walked out the door quickly.