Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 23:14:16 GMT -5
Chapter Fourteen – Arie
Demon and Ryan
Demon and Ryan
Across town Arie Johnson was sitting on her bed, writing in her journal. On the bed next to her was a blank piece of paper. Almost half the day had passed since that strange call from Gary. It wasn’t like him to talk so oddly. That was more like Ryan and that was mostly because the majority of the time Ryan spoke in a strange language called legalese. Gary usually spoke English.
“What on earth does he mean, ‘whatever happens remember that I love you’?” She shook her head annoyed. “It’s almost as if he thinks something is going to happen to him.”
She turned over the piece of paper on her bed and examined it. They don’t look like killers. With a shrug, she rolled it up and climbed off the bed. She walked over to her desk and pulled open a drawer. She shoved closed the drawer and walked back to her bed.
She picked up her pen and started writing, again. And then there was about half an hour ago. She put down her pen. When Mom told me he’d called, again, I thought that was good news, but someone to protect me does not sound like good news.
Arie picked back up her pen and tried to start writing, again. She scribbled a circle at the top of the page and then erased it. The sound of a knock on her door forced her to look up. “Come in.”
The door opened and Kali enter, followed Wyatt.
Kali grinned at Arie. “Hi, Arie. Your mom let us in.”
He looks familiar. Arie frowned as she looked at Wyatt. “Who’s he?”
“A good friend of mine,” Kali assured her.
“Are you sure?” Arie asked, suspiciously.
Kali nodded. “Of course I’m sure. I’ve known him all my life.”
Arie put her journal down, once more, and got off her bed. She walked over to her desk and opened a drawer. She pulled out a piece of paper and handed is to Kali.
Kali took the paper and unrolled it. She turned it around until it faced right. Kali’s eyes widened as she recognized it as a wanted poster. It had both Wyatt and Chris’ picture on it. She looked up at Arie.
Skepticism rife in her voice, she asked, “This isn’t him.” She pointed to one of the images on the paper. It was defiantly Wyatt.
“Oh, I imagine it is,” Kali agreed, good naturally. “It’s this,” she added pointing to the words on the paper, “that isn’t him.”
Arie looked hard at Wyatt. She looked down at the paper. She looked back up at Wyatt. “Who’d you kill?”
Wyatt frowned as he looked at her. “Excuse me?”
“Who did you kill?” Arie repeated.
“Arie,” Kali protested, “I told you the paper is a lie.”
“It’s not a lie,” Arie denied, “but it could have been twisted, so answer me.”
Wyatt stared at her. Even as he did a demon shimmered in and threw a fireball at Arie. Before Wyatt could react, the demon threw a second fireball at Kali.
Kali jumped out of the way and only got injured on her leg as the fireball gazed her.
Arie blew on the oncoming fireball, turning it to ice and sending it back to the demon.
Wyatt blinked in surprise before sending Arie’s pen flying into the demon, causing it to blow up. He turned back to look at Arie. “You’re a witch.”
With a slight shrug, Arie returned with, “You’re a witch, too.”
A moan from Kali brought both of their attentions to her, as Kali looked down at her injured leg. “Wy, can you help, please.”
Arie looked at Kali’s leg, worried.
Wyatt looked over at Kali. Seeing her leg, he got down on his knees next to her and placed his hands over her leg.
“What can you do?” Arie asked confused. Then, she watched amazed as Kali’s leg healed under the golden glow coming from Wyatt’s hands. When he stopped she looked at him. “I thought you were a witch. You’re a whitelighter?”
Wyatt shrugged as Kali stood and leaned against the door frame. Once he was sure she was alright, he responded to Arie. “Sort of. My mom’s a witch. My dad’s a mortal now, but he was a whitelighter.”
Arie looked at him thoughtfully, “She called you Wyatt. What is your last name?”
“Halliwell,” Wyatt admitted.
“You’re Charmed,” Arie looked at him surprised.
“My mom is Charmed,” Wyatt denied, shaking his head.
“Close enough,” Arie shrugged. “Every witch has heard of the Charmed Ones.”
“Yeah, well,” Wyatt mumbled, wishing the subject would change.
Sensing Wyatt’s discomfort, Kali decided to help. “So you’re a witch. Does that mean Gary’s a witch, too?”
Arie shook her head. “Different mom. Neither of my brothers are witches.”
“Brothers?” Wyatt asked, surprised.
It was Kali who answered. “Gary and Ryan. Ryan is on the east coast studying law.”
“Should we find out if he’s in danger?” Wyatt asked, looking at the two girls, worried. “Can we reach him to find out if he’s in danger?”
Arie walked over to her desk and picked up her phone off its cradle. It was a dial phone with a cord. She put the phone to her ear and spun the dial. After a moment she stopped dialing and waited.
After a moment the phone was picked up. “’Lo, you’ve reached the mad house that is Ryan and Torrance’s dorm. How may I direct your call?”
Recognizing her other brother’s voice, she grinned. “Ryan?”
The change in Ryan Johnson's voice was instant. “Oh, hi.”
“It’s Arie,” she told him, as if he didn’t know. “I think Gary did something stupid. Stay in crowds.”
“What else is new?” Ryan asked, amused. “I don’t know how something on the west coast is going to affect me here, but if it will keep you from worrying about me, then I will stay out in the open.”
Arie rolled her eyes. “Talk later.” She hung up the phone and looked at Kali and Wyatt. “So why are you here?”
Wyatt and Kali looked at each other. It was Kali who answered. “A demon threatened you.”
Arie looked at her skeptically. “Huh.”
“That doesn’t worry you?” Kali asked surprised.
Arie shrugged. “Demons don’t like witches.”
“I don’t think this one realizes you are a witch,” Wyatt informed her. “He’s holding you as a threat to make Gary do something he wants.”
“Which is?” Arie asked, eyes on him.
Wyatt gave her an ironic look. “Kill a witch.”
“They want my brother for this?” Arie asked incredulously. “Why not do it themselves?”
“Arie!” Kali reprimanded.
“You know what I mean,” Arie shrugged. “Why Gary?”
“I don’t know,” Wyatt admitted, “but apparently the demon considers this witch a threat. Maybe he doesn’t want to risk an actual fight.”
“That’s stupid,” Arie complained, her voice a mixture of annoyance and worry.
Wyatt’s lips twitched. “We told Gary we would protect you.”
“Fine,” Arie told him with a roll of her eyes. “Let me get some stuff and we’ll go where ever.”
Wyatt looked at Kali. When she shrugged, he looked back at Arie. “Be quick.”
A/N - Ryan has a "face claim," but that face claim is not an actor. I might try and get some sort of image of him since he would love for me to do that.