Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 9, 2011 12:18:10 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty-Six – Escalation
Wyatt orbed in right outside the open door to the basement storage room. The open door worried him, but Wyatt ignored it and entered the room. He found Nathan on the ground, blood seeping out of a head. Andrew was on his knees, his shirt stripped off and pressing against Nathan’s wound. He looked up at the sound of Wyatt’s footsteps. His eyes were filled with terror and appeared to be completely lucid.
Wyatt covered the last few feet as fast as he could move and dropped down to his friend’s said. “Did he do that?”
Andrew shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
Wyatt looked at Andrew shocked. “You did this?!”
“Not now,” Andrew pleaded. “You can berate and pick my mind later. Nathan’s dying, Wyatt.”The next words out of Andrew’s mouth stunned Wyatt. “You have to heal him, Wyatt. I don’t think he’ll survive otherwise.”
Wyatt stared at him. “You aren’t Andrew. Andrew doesn’t know anything about that.”
Andrew gave a half hearted laugh. “You have no idea what I know, Wy. Right now none of that is important.”
“Are you a witch?” Wyatt accused.
A ghost of a smile crossed Andrew’s face. “No magic, sorry. Nathan?”
Wyatt stared at his friend as if he had never seen him before. He felt for a pulse on Nathan and found one, weak and fading. With one last glance of confusion at Andrew he held his hands over Nathan’s wound. A warm, golden glow covered his hands and the wound slowly healed.
Andrew watched with a mixture of amazement and relief. “Is he going to be okay?”
“He’ll survive,” Wyatt assured him. “But okay? Nathan doesn’t believe in anything supernatural. He won’t take any of this easily.”
“I don’t care about any of that,” Andrew informed him before back tracking and saying, “not so much anyway. I’m more worried about the fact that I almost killed my best friend.”
Wyatt starred at him as Nathan’s wound completely healed up. He looked down at Nathan’s closed eyes. A fluttering of eyelashes peeking open just enough to not be seen told him that Nathan was wide awake but not ready to announce it.
“What happened to me?” Andrew asked miserably. “First, I try to hang myself and now this. If you haven’t come when you did. . .”
Wyatt shuddered. “Yes, if he hadn’t come when he did, he would be down a friend. And likely when this was all over, he’d be down another. Murder was rather difficult to explain away.
“How do I explain to him that I didn’t mean it?” Andrew asked miserably. “How does one explain that sort of thing?”
“What happened?” Wyatt had to know. “How did you even get free? I . . .”
“Yes, I know,” Andrew interpreted. “You tied us up for our own good. Though, it is worrying, if this is affecting you, too.”
Something clicked in Wyatt’s mind. “You are sounding more yourself. How did that happen?”
“You don’t know?” Andrew asked sarcastically. “I figured you knew all about this." He didn’t wait for an answer, instead looking down at Nathan with worry. “When’s he going to wake up?” He grabbed Wyatt’s shoulders and shook him. “Why isn’t he waking up?”
Don’t let him push you around. Stop him.
Wyatt pushed Andrew’s hands off his shoulders a little roughly. “Nathan.”
Nathan peeked open an eye and gave them a chagrin look. He pushed himself up and looked into the glaring eyes of his best friend.
“You were faking!” Andrew exclaimed annoyed. “You made me worry!”
Nathan made a show of rubbing his head where his wound had been. “You tried to smash my head in with a statue.”
Andrew glared at him and ignored his point. He started pacing the room, mumbling under his breath. “I can’t believe I was worried about you. The whole time you were faking.”
Making him quiet.
Wyatt cringed and watched his friends. Andrew was becoming increasingly erratic, again. Nathan was watching Andrew with suspicious eyes. Whatever had caused them to act more within their norm was gone.
“Keep him away,” Nathan ordered, his tone low. “Lacey and Glory need me.”
It appeared his earlier words had affected Nathan.
Whine. Whine. Whine. Who cares about his wife and kid? He’ll kill you given the chance.
Wyatt forced his hand down. He didn’t want to think about what that hand had been trying . “Andrew?”
Andrew stopped his pacing, turned and ran at Wyatt, surprising him as he toppled him over. “You did this, didn’t you?!”
Wyatt pushed his friend off of him and wrestled him to the ground. “Be reasonable,” he demanded. “Would I stick around to get infected if I did?”
Kill him.
“No!” Wyatt screamed at the voice, startling both Andrew and Nathan. He backed away from both of them, not trusting himself with Andrew’s life in that moment. They both looked at him wearily. Wyatt looked back at them. Andrew’s eyes were slightly glazed and wild.
You don’t need him. Get rid of him.
Wyatt shivered.
Despite being infected first, Nathan’s eyes were suspicious, but clear.
Wyatt closed his eyes and tried to sense the others in the building. He couldn’t identify them, but all three of them appeared fine. He opened his eyes again and looked at them.
Wring his neck.
Wyatt backed up.
Why did you save him? You don’t need him. Let him kill himself.
Wyatt hit the wall behind him.
They’ll be in your way. Cut them loose.
Wyatt started breathing heavily.
Nathan looked at him with suspicious and a bit of curiosity. “Wyatt?”
KILL HIM!!!
Wyatt ran out of the room as fast as he could, unable to move away from his friends and the voice urging him to harm them fast enough.