Post by StoryGirl83 on Jun 27, 2011 0:56:35 GMT -5
Chapter Nine – From Annoying to Desperate
“Help!” Nathan’s scream greeted Wyatt long before he reached the storage room.
Not knowing what to expect Wyatt ran as fast as he could. He shoved open the door gaped at what he saw.
Nathan was getting ready to scream again as he pointed frantically at the center of the room.
Andrew hung from a rope tied from the arm of a tall statue. His eyes were bugged out and a gagging sound could be heard coming from his throat.
Certain he didn’t have time for anything else, Wyatt blinked and kept running. The rope orbed onto the ground behind him and Andrew fell to the ground, banging his head hard against the floor. Wyatt dropped to his knees and held his hands over Andrew. “Don’t die, Andrew,” Wyatt ordered him before he focused his attention fully on his attempt to heal his friends wounds before it was too late.
“What just happened?” Nathan asked, looking at him oddly.
“Not now, Nathan,” Wyatt demanded. “Andrew’s hurt.”
“But he’s down,” Nathan commented.
Wyatt sighed in relief as his hands glowed golden.
Nathan stared down at him. “What on earth . . ?”
“Ignore it,” Wyatt ordered. It wasn’t that he expected to be listened to, but that he really wished Nathan would just ignore him. It suddenly hit him that trying to explain magic to his nonmagical friends would be extremely difficult. To explain it to Nathan would be nearly impossible.
“Get away from him!” Nathan exclaimed suddenly jumping at Wyatt.
Wyatt rolled away from Andrew and Nathan startled. “What’s wrong with you, Nathan?!”
“The green glow was bad,” Nathan announced advancing on Wyatt. “And now your covering Andrew with a gold glow. That’s probably bad too.”
“Nathan think,” Wyatt implored him. “Andrew’s my friend. Why would I hurt him?”
Nathan wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. “You don’t have any idea how it feels like. That glow was evil.”
“We’ll fix it,” Wyatt promised. “We’ll find a way to fix it.”
“I understand why he did it,” Nathan mumbled.
“Did what?” Wyatt looked down at Andrew and back up at Nathan. “Do you mean Andrew?”
“Who else?” Nathan gulped. “When I saw him stringing up that rope, I didn’t understand at first. Why would anyone just do that? But it’s the glow. It’s evil and I’d do almost anything to escape it. Maybe even that.”
“Well, don’t,” Wyatt insisted. “We’ll find a way to fix it, a better way that doesn’t leave you dead.”
“What if I want to be dead?” Nathan asked getting right up in Wyatt’s face.
“Then think of Lacey,” Wyatt instructed him, “and your baby that’s going to need a father.”
Nathan drew in several quick breaths. “Lacey. Glory.”
“Glory?” Wyatt looked at him curiously.
“The baby,” Nathan explained. “We’re having a girl and we’re naming her Glory Dawn Hensley.”
Glory? Wyatt dared not question the name again, not allowed, but it baffled him. “Not Gloria?” Apparently he dared.
Nathan smiled. “No, not Gloria. Glory fits better.”
A low moan drew their attention back to Andrew. Andrew pushed himself up and rubbed the back of his head. “What happened?”
“Are you okay?” Nathan asked.
Andrew shook his head. “I’ve got a massive headache. What happened?”
“You . . .” Nathan couldn’t continue. He just sighed.
Andrew’s hand moved from the back of his head to the front of his throat. “The rope’s gone,” he commented, as if having a rope around one’s neck was normal. He looked around and his eyes stopped on Wyatt. He climbed and advanced on him. “You weren’t here. You did something to the rope, didn’t you?”
Wyatt nodded as he backed away. “I got it off of you before you killed yourself.”
“I wanted to kill myself!” Andrew exclaimed. “I wanted to get away from this feeling!” he yelled as he grabbed Wyatt by the shoulders and shook him. “Why didn’t you let me?”
Wyatt stared at Andrew’s hands shaking his shoulders as if through someone else’s eyes. He say a green glow shoot down Andrew’s arms right into him. And he felt the chill of terror shoot through him as the green glow continued down his body. Backed up against the wall as he was there was no place to go. He could shake Andrew off, but what was the point?
Andrew had infected him.