Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 23:03:32 GMT -5
and Mr. Trudeau
Chapter Fifteen - A Warning and a Decision
“Grandpa’s not going to like this,” Chris announced.
“Shh,” Wyatt directed. Since Wyatt hadn’t exactly told Victor everything he knew, but he thought he knew his grandpa enough to know they weren’t going to have trouble from him, not if it meant saving their mom and aunts. “He will if Mom’s in there and we get her out safely.”
“He doesn’t like magic,” Chris reminded him. “He says it’s too dangerous. He’s not going to like this,” Chris argued. “And if one of us gets hurt . . .”
“We won’t,” Wyatt assured him.
“And if Sam gets hurt?” Chris asked, bringing Sam into the conversation for the first time since the taxi dropped them off.
“Don’t worry about me, Chris,” Sam recommended. “I’ve done this many times before.”
“But never against this demon,” Chris persisted. “Mom and her sisters are the Charmed Ones. They are more powerful than any other witches . . . ever. And this demon has either kept them unconscious for seven years or even killed them seven years ago.” Chris stared across the lawn at the Manor. “Not to mention been in a deadlock with Aunt Prue just as long.”
“I’d get away from there, if I were you, kids,” Mr. Trudeau’s voice informed them as he stopped a few feet from them.
Sam looked over to see him, recognizing him as the man from the police office. He hoped that the man didn’t make the same connection.
“It’s dangerous,” Mr. Trudeau continued. “As far as I can tell you are safe on the sidewalk, but don’t approach the house.”
The boys looked at each other. “We will be fine,” Wyatt told him. “It’s our home.”
“Then, you know how dangerous it is,” Mr. Trudeau commented. “Many people have died here over the years, but none more than in the last seven or so years.”
“We know,” Wyatt agreed. “Our great-grandmother had a heart attack in there. She died later in the hospital. Our aunt . . . but let’s not go into that. Just know that we know.”
“Why are you here?” Chris wanted to know.
“I am here, because my car broke down,” he informed them pointing down the street behind him, “and I live on this street,” he continued pointed in the opposite direction. “This house happens to be between my car and my own house. My son was friends with the girls who grew up her many years ago. He was among those who died here, too.” There was pain in his eyes.
“Why did you stick around,” Sam asked, “if the memories hurt so badly?”
“Because they’re all I have left,” he admitted. “Maybe there is a memory at every turn, but they’re something of my Andy.” He surveyed the small group and sighed. “If you aren’t going to take my advice and get away from here, at least be careful.”
Sam and both boys nodded. “We will,” Wyatt assured him.
They watched silently as Mr. Trudeau walked away.
When he was out of sight, Sam looked at the front of the manor and then at the two boys on either side of him. “You don’t have to stay,” Sam informed them.
“We’re staying,” Chris announced.
“This is our family, our house,” Wyatt reminded him. “We aren’t leaving.”
Sam nodded. “Then, we need to get around back. Now, that I know that women is possessed I should have no trouble dealing with her.”
“Are you sure?” Chris asked concerned.
Sam nodded, again. “I’ve had plenty of practice. I need to be in the backyard so I can get closer once I start. The closer I am the more effective it is.”
“If I orb you, how fast can you start?” Wyatt asked, thinking.
“Orb?”
“That’s how we got you out the last two times,” Chris informed, sounding a little proud.
“Oh,” Sam thought about the disorientation he had experienced. “I think it will take at least several seconds. That was very disorienting.”
“Not fast enough,” Wyatt admitted. “I guess we will have to try the gate. If you can do something as soon as they are in visible range, you should be okay.” There was a pause before Wyatt added, “I think.”
“Great,” Sam responded sarcastically. “No time.”