Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 27, 2009 22:31:38 GMT -5
Chapter Fifty-Four – Who To Turn To
Seth Silberman hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. Last night had been worse than usual. His eyes were rimmed with dark shadows from an almost complete lack of sleep. He lay on the couch of his dad’s house with his eyes closed wondering if he was ever going to forget what he saw the night before when a familiar sound filled his ears. He forced his eyes opened as he watched his best friend orb into the middle of the room. He pushed himself up and waited.
As Wyatt materialized in the room he looked around and saw Seth on the couch. “Tell me you know who I am.”
Seth frowned. “What kind of request is that?”
“A legitimate one,” Wyatt informed him as he relaxed a little, “when I’ve just been informed that my do-good little brother has turned into a cold blooded killer.”
Seth’s frown deepened. “I think that news would be two months old as in when he murdered that couple your family was trying to help and their daughter.”
Wyatt groaned. “What couple?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Can you trust me?”
Seth nodded.
“Something happened. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.”
Seth considered this and pushed himself off the couch. “I just got back from a crime scene where two toddlers and their mom who is younger than us, had been torn into pieces by a demon.” He shuddered. “I think it was something like my mother. Of course that’s not the way it’s supposed to be. It just is the way it is.”
A remembered image of a victim of something like Seth’s mother caused Wyatt to shudder.
Seth sighed. “Look I’m not saying I pleased with it, but you are going to have to accept that my mother existed.”
Wyatt shook his head. “It’s not that. I was remembering something.”
“Something that can help?” Seth asked, hopefully.
“Not really,” Wyatt admitted. “Look, I need your help.”
“Name it.”
Wyatt smiled a little. “You might regret that.”
Seth shook his head. “Unlikely. What’s up?”
“I don’t think any of this is real.”
Seth frowned and waited. When Wyatt didn’t say anything, he asked, “What’s the punch line?”
“I’m serious,” Wyatt informed him. He sighed and sat down on the couch. “It’s either that or I did something when I time traveled that screwed my little brother up, royally.”
Seth shook his head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t anything you did. It’s just Chris.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” Wyatt argued. “What I’ve heard since I got back isn’t like Chris.”
Seth considered this silently, finally sitting down next to Wyatt. “How about you tell me exactly what is like Chris and I’ll tell you exactly what your little brother has done.”
Wyatt nodded. “I think if I am going to figure out what went wrong, then I am going to need to know exactly what is going on with my brother.”