Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 9, 2011 13:41:24 GMT -5
Chapter Three – Attack to Kill
Confident that Kelly was fine and that Nathan and Andrew would be for the present, Wyatt had decided to check on Olivia. He only hoped her could control the thoughts that kept going through his head. He’d decided to walk in hopes that it would clear his head a little, but it had only given his mind more time to think about things he never wanted to think about.
They hate you. They all hate you.
“No, they don’t,” Wyatt heard himself arguing aloud. Arguing with myself. Great.. I’m a real idiot.
Yes, you are. And they know that.
“I’m not though,” Wyatt argued. “Just because I thought it doesn’t make it so.” I hope.
But you are and no one wants you around. Even your brother wants you gone.
Wyatt glared ahead of him. “That’s not true. That’s not true! Leave me alone!!”
Haven’t you noticed how he’s keeping secrets from you, how they all are?
“That doesn’t mean they don’t want me around,” Wyatt argued, not bothering to deny that his family was keeping secrets. He knew they were, but it didn’t mean they didn’t love him. “Go away!”
Wyatt was so busy arguing with himself that he didn’t notice Olivia sneaking up with him. His first clue was when a he felt a stabbing pain as a letter opener was stabbed into his right shoulder.
Wyatt spun around, all reason lost on him as he grabbed Olivia and slammed her into the wall. He slammed her against it, time and again until she lost consciousness. Breathing hard he glared down at her. He reached back and tried to pull the letter opener out of his shoulder, but couldn’t get a good grip on it. He looked around and grabbed one of Hal’s vases. He stood over Olivia’s unconscious body and held it up.
“Vase!” Chris voice yelled. The vase orbed out of Wyatt’s hands and into Chris’.
Wyatt turned around, glaring at his brother, his eyes bloodshot. “How dare you interrupt?!”
“I dare because my brother looks like he’s trying to kill someone,” Chris shot back. He put the vase back on its pedestal. “Is she alive?”
Wyatt took in several deep breaths as he looked at Chris. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from here?”
“Are you able to heal her without hurting her worse?” Chris pressed. “Let’s stay focused on what’s important here.”
Wyatt closed his eyes for a second and then turned back around to look at Olivia’s body slumped against the wall. He stooped down and held his hands over her until a golden glow began to emanate from them. He kept them there until she began to move. His body began to wobble as he stood stooped there. As Olivia’s eyes blinked open Wyatt toppled over, moaning. He screamed as the action caused the letter opener still stuck in his shoulder to be shoved deeper in.
Olivia stared up at him with wide eyes. “He tried to kill me.”
“Quite possibly,” Chris mumbled.
“I mean he really tried to kill me,” she repeated in shock.
“He’s not himself right now,” Chris informed her.
“Wait, how’d you get here?” she looked at him confused. “Wyatt said . . . but then it was Wyatt.”
“Wyatt told you the truth,” Chris interrupted. “Things have changed.” He looked down at his older brother, still howling in pain on the floor. “I’m guessing by the knife in his shoulder that you weren’t the only one attacked in the past few minutes.”
“Me?” she stared at him confused. “No, I wouldn’t do that. That would be bad.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “Look I need you to do something for me, okay.”
She pulled her eyes away from Wyatt and looked at him suspiciously. “What’s that?”
“I need you to go get me some cups from the drinking fountain . . . wherever that is . . . and fill them with water.”
“You don’t work here, do you,” she mumbled.
“No,” he agreed. “I’m here about the problem of people acting abnormal, like he is, like you were when you stabbed him. I have a medicine to help, but I need to have some cups for it.”
She frowned. “He drinks it first,” she announced pointing at Wyatt.
“Sure,” he agreed quickly. “Just get me some cups while I deal with the knife.”
“Letter opener.”
“What?”
“It’s a letter opener,” she informed him.
“Oh.” Chris was at a loss as to what else to say. “Well, thanks for the info.” I’ll be sure to use it well. As soon as Olivia rounded the corner into another corridor Chris looked down at his brother. “Letter opener!” he ordered in a whisper. When it orbed to him he moved out of the way and let it drop to the floor. He didn’t want to risk getting infected, even with the extra dose he carried. He’d never hear the end of it if he did. “Wy, how are you feeling?”
“Terrible,” Wyatt told him as he rolled over. “Didn’t I tell you to stay out of here?”
“I believe there was an implied ‘without the cure’ in that order,” Chris countered, shaking a finger at his brother.
Wyatt looked at him startled as Olivia rounded the corner, unnoticed, with the paper cups of water. “You have the cure?”
Olivia stopped and waited in silence.
“I do,” Chris agreed. “But it smells awful, so I sent your co-worker . . .”
“Olivia.”
“Right,” Chris conceded. “I sent Olivia for some water to wash away the taste.”
“But it will work?” Olivia asked from behind Chris.
Chris turned around and looked at her. “It will work. Will you drink it?”
She stared at them in silence. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the two brothers. “If he takes it first,” she finally decided.
Chris looked back at his brother. “Well?”
Wyatt nodded. “Yes, please.” He sat up, careful not to touch his back to the wall.
Chris returned his attention to Olivia. “Give him one of the cups.”
“Say please,” she directed him.
“Please,” he conceded.
Olivia handed one of the cups to Wyatt. She turned her suspicious eyes to Chris. “The medicine?”
Chris pulled out two small glass bottles with screw on lids. He handed one of them to Wyatt.
“No, I want that one,” Olivia protested before Wyatt could grasp it in his hand.
Chris shrugged. He handed the bottle to her, careful not to actually touch her.
She grabbed it from him. Then, she surprised them both by unscrewing the lid and swallowing it down in one gulp. She then followed it with the water. As she downed the water, the brothers watched astounded as green bubbles popped all over her head and continued down her body. When it reached the bottoms of her feet a green smoke puffed around them and vanished into nothing. She stared down at the empty bottle.
With horror Olivia’s eyes fell on Wyatt. “I stabbed you. Oh, my word, I stabbed you!”
She’s mocking you. She deserves to die.
The wild look returned to Wyatt’s eye.
“Wyatt, stand down!” Chris ordered him.
Wyatt snorted, his eyes continuing to watch Olivia.
Olivia ran behind Chris, as if he was enough of a barrier to protect her from Wyatt.
Chris is becoming a nuisance. You may need to deal with him first.
“She’s an innocent,” Chris pleaded.
Wyatt’s eyes snapped to Chris. “The cure. Quick!”
Chris handed it over to him, again, careful not to touch him.
Wyatt’s next actions mimicked Olivia’s down to the green bubbles as he gulped down first the potion and then the water. As the smoke dissipated around his feet he felt as if a giant weight was removed from his shoulders.
Olivia watched in fascination at the strange things happening in front of her. She peeked around Chris and in a whispered voice asked, “Are you okay now?”
Wyatt gulped. “I think so.” He closed his eyes and found to his relief that there was no sense that his friends were in immediate danger. “Chris, how did you get in?”
“Back door.”
Wyatt looked over at Olivia. “If you want to leave there’s your way out. It should be safe enough now, but try not to let anyone see you. Kelly said that everyone is out there trying to get in.”
Olivia glanced down at her watch. “It’s closer to close than it is to open. I’m not surprised.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I should hope so,” she agreed. “I want answers, but seeing as I seem to recall trying to kill myself and you somehow fixing that, I will wait, but I want them. Something very strange has been happening here today.”
Wyatt nodded. “I know. And I’m sorry you were involved.”
She looked at them rather hesitantly. “I’ll see you next week. I mean to get tomorrow off and Hal will not deny me.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Try not to be seen. I’m not sure we’re ready for people to come in.”
She frowned. “We weren’t the only ones, were we?”
He shook his head. “No, and they still need the cure.”
She sucked in a breath and nodded. “In that case I’ll be in my office with my door locked. Fix it.”
Once she had rounded the corner, Wyatt turned to his brother. “They are alive down there, but Andrew’s already tried to kill himself once and Nathan once. Can you . . ?”
Chris raised an eyebrow at his older brother. “Can I what?”
“Mom said your powers . . .”
“My powers are fine,” Chris assured him. “Mom fixed that. Let’s go help your friends.”