Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 5, 2016 23:19:31 GMT -5
Chapter Sixty-One - Trauma Raining
Wyatt pulled his blue mustang up next to the curb and looked up at the manor. How did he discuss this with his parents? Would they believe him? His mom had seemed like she wanted to over the phone, but at the same time she hadn’t, so would more time or being face to face change anything?
In the passenger seat, Seth had already climbed out of the car. He was about to close the door behind him and frowned. “Are you getting out?”
Wyatt sighed and shoved open his door. “I don’t know what this will accomplish. They don’t believe me . . . you don’t believe me.”
“Maybe so,” Seth admitted, “but we want you to be right. I’ve been dealing with dead bodies that are the indirect result of your brother’s actions. If there is a way to prevent little children from being torn apart like that . . . I’ll believe whatever you want. I’m so sick of this. And I can’t find a way to stop it. I can’t kill your brother. Even if I could . . . I couldn’t.”
“And if he went after Peter or your dad?” Wyatt asked as he walked around the car, thinking of Seth’s little brother.
Steel glinted in Seth’s eyes as he flicked out his tongue. “Then he’s dead.”
And from the look in his best friend’s eyes, Wyatt didn’t doubt that Seth meant it. He had a horrible image of a fight between his little brother and his best friend, and he didn’t care what the outcome was. He didn’t want to lose either of them. “Let’s go. I have to find a way to fix this, because I’m not letting that happen.”
Seth looked at him confused. “Let what happen? Me kill your brother?”
“Or him kill you,” Wyatt confirmed. “I’m not letting you two fight each other.” With that he march up the steps and knocked on the door.
Seth caught up to him just as Leo opened the door. “Slow up, Wy! Nothing’s going to happen in the next minute.”
“How do you know?” Wyatt threw back.
“The same way you know that none of this is real,” Seth shot back as he reached the patio.
Leo blinked as he watched the two of them. He was carrying a box out of the house, but put it down next to the door. "Wyatt, Seth, what brings you here?"
Wyatt smiled at the sight of him and pulled Leo into a hug. "Hey, Dad. It's good to see you."
He pulled away and noticed the box at his feet. "Do you some help carrying stuff?"
Leo shook his head. "No, it can wait. Do you want to come in?"
"Want me to at least bring this one where ever you were taking it?"
"No, it can wait," Leo repeated.
Shrugging, Wyatt stepped into the house and looked around. "Is Mom home?"
After Seth had followed Wyatt in, Leo pushed the door closed behind them and shook his head. "No, your mom went to see your cousin to see if she can help in anyway since Paige and Henry are both busy today."
Wyatt frowned. “Is something wrong with Alanna or Jani?”
As his father’s eyes widened in shock, Wyatt realized that he clearly said the wrong thing.
Next to him Seth sucked in a breath and started coughing.
“Wyatt?”
“You don’t know!” Seth exclaimed in shock as he managed to stop coughing.
“Don’t know what?” Wyatt snapped as he looked back and forth between them. “Look, Seth, I know you don’t believe me, but you said you wanted to, so believe me yet? What is wrong with my cousin?”
“Not Alanna or Jani,” Seth informed him, “although Jani is of little use to anyone these days after what happened to . . . But I suppose that is all a mystery to you as well. No, it’s not Alanna or Jani that is the trouble over there these days. It’s Hank, Hank and his . . .”
Frantic rapping on the door stopped him short.
Wyatt ignored the door and grabbed Seth by the shoulders. “Hank and his what, Seth? What’s wrong with Hank?”
Seth glanced at the door where someone continued the frantic noise.
Wyatt grabbed Seth’s chin and forced him to look at him. “What is wrong with Hank?”
“It’s his powers, Wyatt,” Seth informed him. “He can’t control them. Now, get that door before someone else can’t control his powers.” Shoving Wyatt’s hands off of him, he backed away and headed over to the stairs to look at the pictures on the walls.
His mind whirling with the news about his more or less powerless cousin, he did as Seth asked and pulled open the door. At the sight of Toby Edmunds, he stopped short. In the short time since he’d met Toby and his friends they hadn’t really sought him out. In fact, there were times when he thought they went to great lengths to avoid him. “Toby?” Even from where he stood he could see the tears and blood streaking the young man’s face.
Toby frowned, a look of confusion crossing his face. The barely held in check feelings under the surface lost out to the confusion and the worry.
“What are you doing here?” Wyatt pressed.
“How do you know my name?” Toby asked, concern and not a small amount of fear lacing his voice. “We’ve never met.”
“Of course we have,” Wyatt tried reminding him. “We met last month when Chris . . .” That was when realization hit. “Oh.” Without Chris, it was very likely, they never had met. He shook his head dismissing his earlier words. “Never mind. What brings you here?”
Toby couldn’t shake the worry that filled him, so instead he asked, “What exactly do you think you know about me?”
“I know you are weary of dealing with the magical community, because your genetics don’t match your alliances,” Wyatt told him, trying to assure him. “I know you are pretty secretive and that your mother was a scabber demon killed by the Charmed Ones. And I know your best friend’s dad raised you. Should I keep talking or do you want to tell me why you’re here.
Toby gulped and pushed forward. “Your brother killed . . .” Toby heaved in a deep breath as he started shaking. “I need your help.”
Wyatt reached out and pulled Toby inside, shoving the door closed behind him. “Why don’t you have a seat? You can take a minute to calm yourself so you can tell me what’s wrong.”
Toby leaned back against the door and just shook. “I can’t. I don’t have time. My best friend’s dying and you’re the only one I can think of who can help me.”
Wyatt frowned. “CT’s dying? I thought you said killed.”
Toby nodded quickly, shaking harder. “I did. Max is dead. Aka . . .” The sobs started, again, and the tears just wouldn’t stop flowing.
Wyatt wasn’t sure what to do. He stood their feeling a little helpless for a few seconds before taking Toby by the shoulders and forcing him to look up. “Okay. You’re friend needs help. Now?”
Toby just shook as he tried to control the tears rolling down his face. “He’s part demon. We all are, except Brianna, but if you can get to him in time you should be able to heal him enough that his demon part won’t kill him with the injuries.” Toby shivered, but after several quick breaths seemed to be a little more in control.
Wyatt nodded. “Okay. You’re doing fine. Where is he?”
“I took him . . .” Toby sobbed. “D***!”
Wyatt blinked.
“Brianna!” Toby exclaimed. “If she find’s Max’s body before someone tells her . . . there’s going to be hell to pay.”
“Brianna’s house,” Wyatt mumbled under his breath. “I think I can find that, but unless you think her dad is going to react amicable to a stranger appearing in his house regardless of the method of travel, I suggest you come with me.” Considering the methods of travel by which Toby and his friends could travel, he rather doubted that method mattered on whit.
Toby heaved in a deep breath and nodded.
Wyatt glanced behind him, confident that he would find exactly what he found behind him. “I’ll be back when I can,” Wyatt assured his dad and his best friend. “Seth, can you explain to dad what I told you and see if you two can find anything useful in the Book?”
Seth nodded quickly. Glancing at Toby, he seemed to size up the other young man.
Wyatt could almost see the wheels in his mind turning as he processed the conversation between Wyatt and Toby, but it didn’t sound like he had time to explain the situation to his best friend. Fairly certain that Toby wasn’t in control enough to get them anywhere, Wyatt put his hand on his shoulder and orbed them away from there.
Seth waited until they were completely gone before he turned to Leo. “This is going to take a while, so why don’t I talk while we look.”