Sequel: Oh, Catastrophe
Status: 6/1/2013 Completed.

Immaculate Misconceptions

Act Eleven: Interlude

Glasses didn't sedate Chris this time... Chris was too weak to put up a fight so he just laid there, grateful for the medical attention. He couldn't help but stare at Glasses... Something about him was different. Chris could see it in his face and behavior. Glasses would catch Chris eyes and avert his quickly, returning to the task at hand.
"What's your name?"
The man paled and seemed scared over the fact that Chris was talking to him. The man's voice was an eerie rasp over the days of screaming and going without water. He couldn't form an answer so instead he looked down and focused on releasing the pressure that formed in Chris' stomach.
Chris let out a small gasp as he knocked into the small tube by accident, giving Chris a jolt of an unnatural feeling that made him shiver.
"I'm s-sorry," The man almost whispered, "I'll be more ca-careful."
Chris relaxed, letting his eyes flutter shut as that trickling sound filled the room again. The man was so calm and gentle that is soothed Chris... Almost made him feel safe.
"What's your name?" He asked again, grunting as the action causing his stomach to clench.
"D-Don't talk... You'll make your mu-mu-muscles clench. Re-Relax," He murmured again, moving away from the contents that spilled into a large bowl and instead ripping open some white package and removing some kind of wipe that smelled strange, "May I-I?" He gestured to Chris' neck.
Chris stared at him with some curiosity. Even when the man was torturing him there was a certain atmosphere about him.
Chris nodded.

The man wiped down the burn on Chris' neck and the wipe cooled the skin. He hissed as a blister popped, giving him a fresh burning sensation.
Glasses’ eyes flicked to Chris’ face again, “S-Sorry...”
Chris swallowed hard as the wipe seemed to burn that area.
Now Glasses’ began to rub Chris’ crispy arms, thighs, and sides with some kind of cream that added a similar kind of cooling sensation while making the skin there a little softer... All was quiet.
“M-m-My n-n-n-name is Ch-Ch-Charlie.” The stutter was not out of nervousness, but something natural. The man had a stuttering problem which would probably be why he never made eye contact with anyone and refused to speak... He was his own outcast.
Chris was kinda surprised he answered and besides what Charlie told him earlier, he spoke, “Nice to meet you...”
Charlie shook his head vigorously, similar to a young child, “N-n-no. I ca-ca-can’t.” He kept shaking his head and seemed like he was more focused on rubbing the cream on Chris’ arms, torso, and legs.
“What’s wrong Charlie?” Chris inhaled deeply, trying to sympathized with the man. There were a few things Chris wanted to know and he was going to need Charlie in order to find out.
Charlie kept shaking his head, “N-no m-more t-talking.”
“Why not?”
Charlie’s lips were pressed into a thin line and he looked like he was thinking hard.

He looked at Chris’ eyes suddenly, “Y-you’re b-bad. T-they t-tol-told me you-you’re bad.” He stared some more before quickly looking away, grabbing some wipes and beginning to wipe down Chris’ chest. The wipes smelled of alcohol so it was possible the man was disinfecting him.
Chris kept quiet, letting the man’s nerves settle down.
Charlie moved the basin that filled with the blood that didn't belong inside him and covered it tightly, plugging back up the long tubing that lay in Chris’ insides. Then, he had Chris sit up and he moved his position behind Chris. Chris hissed as he wiped at the deep cuts, muttering sorry’s all the way.
Chris swallowed hard, choosing his actions carefully, “I-I’m sorry for saying all those bad things, Charlie... I am... And thank you... for helping me...” He trailed off.
Charlie made some kind of noise before he spoke, “I c-can-cannot for-forgive. G-G-God f-forgives.”
“Do you think he’ll forgive me Charlie?” Chris turned his head best as he could to try and look at the man. Not even he was sure what he meant by that but he was trying to... get on the same level as Charlie. Try and get the man to understand that he was the same as him... Human.
But he didn’t answer.

Charlie worked long and carefully on Chris’ back and the treatment that was suppose to help him only made his back throb.
“Charlie... it hurts.” He managed. There was fresh blood flowing from the lashes on his back. When he didn’t answer, Chris continued, ”Charlie... My h-hands...” Chris was looking at his hands which throbbed but Charlie made no movement to address the situation. A tremor raked over Chris as he stared at the whites of the bones of his fingers, “Why do they hurt me?” He asked quietly but sincerely.
Charlie kept working, almost as if he didn’t hear Chris.
“Charlie?”
“Hm?” His head snapped up, startled.
“What’s going to happen to me?” Chris’ voice was barely above a whisper and his body quivered as his back pulsated with pain, his neck felt cool and numb.
Charlie was placing some kind of cool wraps on Chris’ back. They felt like wet paper towels on his skin... Then Charlie stood up and motioned Chris over.
Chris stared up questioningly from the floor.
“U-up. Bath-bath-bathroom.”
“Charlie my hands-”
Charlie had moved so fast, Chris flinched. But instead of a blow like he was expected, Charlie hoisted him to his feet from under his armpits with a strength he didn’t look like he had. He had Chris’ arm wrapped around his shoulder and his hands wrapped around his waist as he led him to a small room. Closing the door behind them, Chris looked down shamefully as he stood in front of the toilet.
Charlie kept a hard face as he unbuttoned Chris’ pants and let them drop to the floor, “Go.” He commanded in what seemed like a childish voice.

Chris felt violated... Slightly nasty. His personal space was invaded as he stood naked in front of this man who spoke like a child but carried so much intelligence. He wobbled as he sat down on the only toilet that laid in the middle of the room. He averted his eyes.
Swallowing down his embarrassment, Chris allowed Charlie to wipe him up...
“T-t-they’re g-go-going t-to p-put you on-on t-the cr-cross tomo-mo-morrow, y-you-you will-will meet G-God.” Charlie spoke while walking Chris back to where he was meant to lay.
Chris was startled by the statement... He didn’t know what he should think or what exactly Charlie meant but he had a faint idea. He swallowed hard, “Ok...”

Charlie put the shackles on Chris’ feet carefully before glancing at Chris’ hands.
Chris laid down, the fact that he was able to empty his bowels and not have to hold anything in anymore relieved a lot of pressure on his stomach.
“I-I ca-can-can’t do m-much. B-b-but, I-I h-have t-t-this.” He took out a syringe filled with the familiar blue liquid, “M-make pain go-go away.” He stated simply.

Chris only flinched as the needle pierced the skin on his neck and the liquid entered his blood stream. He accepted the numbness... the feeling of not being able to move and being so heavy.

Charlie would close Chris’ eyes, wanting him to sleep. He spoke quietly, so only Chris could hear, “I-I-I’m so-sorry. I-I for-forgive.”
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Excuse any spelling errors. Im really out of it today and really tried my best to check through this.
I didn't exactly get the amount of comments I wanted but I did get enough to make me want to dedicate time into getting this chapter done.

If you ever checked back on the story status you'll notice it has changed. Yeah, my laptop charger broke. But with some dangerous electrical work that almost set my bed on fire, I managed to get the charger working enough for me to pull the file out :) Posting may be even more spaced out now cause I'm using the family computer and writing this series really requires a lot of down time and privacy which is hard to do in a living room in an uncomfortable sitting up position.

Charlie a.k.a "Glasses" is my favorite character. Just saying. I know, weird huh? But seeing this chapter you should kinda understand why. I also felt like this was a very important chapter.
I'm trying my best to think of any extra chapters to add to the series to prolong it a bit but there's really not much else. It's coming to an end people :) and you'll finally get to see the outcome of all of this insanity.

Thank you to all of those who commented! I'm sorry I'm unable to post your names at the end of the chapter... But like I said, I'm kinda out of it today.

On another note, after this series ends I'll be focusing a bit more time on my Bill Kaulitz fan fic since it's actually just being rewritten and I really just wanna get it over with so I can rewrite and finish up the sequel that belongs to it that I have a few people waiting for.
But, I also have an Austin Carlile fan fiction in the works. I'm actually writing this one out first before I actually post anything so I'll have a steady posting schedule for it. If you're interested, keep an eye out for it on my profile after this story closes.

Anyway, enough of me blabbing away, Thanks for reading! No comment goal but comments are always appreciated! Subscribe, recommend. Thank you!