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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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That night I walk to Chester’s new room and knock on the door.
“Come in.” I hear him on the other side.
I take a breath and then open the door, expecting Chester to scream or run or something.
He stands frozen, eyeing me with more wariness than I thought possible in those eyes of his.
“Chester... About before...” I begin.
Chester shakes his head.
“It didn’t happen.” He mutters weakly.
I sit down on the bed.
“It did.” I reply.
Chester’s eyes, which had turned their attention to his lap, flicked back to me for only a second.
“Here...” I reach for Chester’s hand.
Chester banks hard - I can feel it, but like a child terrified of being punished for not cooperating, he lets me take his hand.
“See? It’s over now. I’m okay. You’re okay. R - everything’s okay.” I say soothingly.
We sit in silence for a long time before Chester even moves.
“Mike... What the fuck was that?” He whispers, looking at me with the panic I haven’t seen in this intensity before.
I’ve scared the shit out of him - but I don’t blame him – I’d be scared too if I were on the receiving end.
“If I told you things would be worse than they already are.” I mutter and shake my head.
Chester grips my hand tighter and takes its weight.
It’s human now, the iron weights are gone.
He shakes his head at a complete loss.
“What is it?” He whispers.
I can’t answer him. I really don’t know how to explain it to myself - let alone explaining it to a guy who doesn’t believe in this kind of thing.
“Chaz, there is more out there than anyone can ever comprehend. But... Just understand that it’ll be okay... In the end.” I drop in the pun at the end, a weak attempt at lightening the mood I know.
Chester suddenly hugs me.
Not in a sex hungry kind of way, just an I-want-to-feel-normal-I-don’t-want-to-feel-like-this sort of hug - god have I scared him...
I cuddled Chester, patting him on the back.
After ages I pull away, but keep my hands on his shoulders, making sure he’s looking at me.
“Don’t try to follow okay?” I whisper to him.
Chester nods dumbly.
I stand up and walk out of the room, down the corridor and down the stairs, through the reception area and out into the cold French night air.
The door bangs twice as I exit - god Rosie - why don’t you be any more obvious?
She lopes beside me, great two fingered hands swiping the ground on the knuckles - she doesn’t belong here - she belongs back there, in the forest from whence I’d been buried.
Why had she come to me? Of all the people around the world being murdered at that point - why me?
Rosie moans a long sad note and buries her velvet soft reptilian muzzle in my hand.
I stopped walking and kneel down in front of her.
She’s twice my height now, so she copies me and crouches right down so we were now looking face to face.
The song of something far away fills my ears, a long haunting pan flute kind of noise played by a creature somewhere in the depths of Loch Ness.
“Stop it Rosie.” I ask her softly.
The sound fades away.
I chose you. It was all circumstantial. I never thought I’d find any human that would be able to take the powers of the stars.
“So that’s it? Rosie - for fucks sake - does this look like I’m able to take it?!” My voice rises in a whisper.
I pull up the sleeve on my left arm to reveal the rows of fresh parallel cuts.
My self mutilation.
Rosie’s heart light flutters and she touches the wounds, healing them. Not E.T. good-as-new healing, they just went from being angry bright red, fresh cuts to being scars.
You have not tried to commit suicide.
I stop and bite my lip, pulling the sleeve back down. She’s right. As usual.
“I don’t know anymore.” I mutter.
Rosie shakes her head slowly, gets up and ambles slowly off, leaving me kneeling there.
I sigh and get up, then follow her.
We walk for awhile, crossing streets and going further and further away from the hotel until we’re somewhere on the edge of town.
In a garden.
I feel lighter - happy and relaxed.
I pick my way through the vegetation, caressing leaves with my fingertips as I search for edible plants.
I find one with berries.
Rosie, who’s by now in the trees, comes back down and stands next to me.
I pick a few of the small red things and put them in my mouth, chewing and then spitting out the seeds, taking some more and giving them to Rosie, before picking some more of my own.
It’s by far the best thing I’ve tasted in a while, it’s like an explosion of taste that a hamburger has never done for me.
I pull at the berries until my stomach and Rosie’s are satisfied.
I nibble happily at one last berry and look past Rosie into the distance.
This is where everything went wrong - humanity could’ve been so much better had we just stayed in touch.
If only we’d stayed in touch...
“Mike?” I jump a mile - whipping around to see who spoke.
Leila.
“What are you doing?” She asks, stepping closer to me.
“N - nothing...” Shit I’ve been caught out this time...
I go wide eyed, which probably looks utterly comical to Leila - but whether it’s because of the anxious shaking of my hands or whether it’s because of the circumstances of which she’s found me, the worried and curious expression on her face remains.
“Mike are you okay?” She steps closer until we’re at a comfortable conversation distance.
“I - I’m fine...” I mutter.
Stop stammering Mike you dolt! I curse to myself.
Leila blinks worriedly.
Damn those blue eyes... They’re so mesmerizing.
I can sense that Rosie has backed away, possibly even retreated into the trees, she’s left me here - shiiiiit!
“There’s something wrong isn’t there? Mike, you really don’t look to well...” Leila puts her hand on my shoulder.
It’s an innocent gesture but it’s a stupid move.
Leila please let go!
My entire body tingles from her touch; a butterfly flutters up inside me.
“... Are you sure you are okay?” She continues.
Suddenly images explode in my head - pictures of two aliens - fucking.
Then an image of their offspring - the picture swaps and I get another one of horses doing it and then a picture of a foal - what the -?
And then I get an image, coming from a head I know very well - Chester and Samantha going at it - then a picture of baby Draven.
It’s like a roaring in my ears and Rosie seems to vanish as something overtakes my senses.
Breed. Reproduce.
It’s at that moment whole squadrons of butterflies take to the air and start buffeting my insides.
I start sweating and shaking violently.
“Mike - please - are you okay?” Leila’s voice breaks through the roaring of butterfly wings.
“I - I... Just need to... Sit... Down...” I take a staggering step away from Leila’s touch, weakly stumbling to a nearby log and sitting down.
Leila comes and sits down next to me.
Are you okay?
Rosie’s somewhere close, but I can’t look around for her though - I feel like I’m glued to the spot I’m looking at.
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