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Chaos - Survival - Chapter 2/5

Summary: When you're alone, it's all about survival until help comes your way and Billy learns that help can come in many forms. Casey doesn't accept failure well and it takes Billy to convince him that he's more human than weapon.

A fanfiction written based on the characters from the cancelled TV show, Chaos. 

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I seek no financial gain. Just hope you enjoy the story. You don't have to be a fan of the show.


Billy got to his feet, doing his best to keep any sounds of discomfort to himself. He had to do the best he could to hide anything that could make Charlotte fearful.

“CHARLOTTE!!” A voice bellowed and Billy could see Charlotte stiffen with terror.

They had run out of time.

Chapter 2:

“Take my hand, love. Best be off now.”

Charlotte hesitated, frozen in fear, but she then felt his strong hand envelope hers and she looked up at him.  She saw determination on his features and suddenly, her confidence rose and her fear melted away.

“Okay,” she squeaked.

She felt him squeeze her hand.

“No worries, all right? I’ll protect you. I promise you that and I never break my promises to beautiful young ladies,” Billy winked and smiled, charming her into calmness.

She nodded her head and they walked towards the door then out. Billy, limped at first, tried to find a comfortable stance then cadence that would keep him able to control the pain and keep up. His first and utmost concern was to not drag Charlotte down.

Once he took a few steps, admittedly painful enough to make him stop for a second, he closed his eyes and took a breath. He concentrated his thoughts into getting her out and safe to distract himself from the pain.

“Okay, corpse it is then,” he heard Casey’s voice in his head.

Billy smiled. Charlotte noticed.

“What is it?”

“Did you ever have an imaginary friend, sweetheart?” Billy said, not afraid that she might think him mad as they both walked at a quick clip.

“Yeh, right after my parents died.”

Billy’s heart leaped into his throat.

“Her name’s Lily.”

“Lovely name. I bet she’s as pretty as the flower she’s named after. Do you still think of her?”

She demurred.


“Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. She keeps you going during the bad times, yeh? When you can’t get to your special place, right?”

She nodded.

“Well, grown ups don’t like to admit it, but we have something like that when we need to keep our strength going. Mine’s named Casey. He’s a real mate to me, but during times of trial, thinking of him, keeps me going. He reminds me in my head that I have to get back to him so he can scold me royally. Which he enjoys way too much for my taste if you ask me.”

She giggled and smiled and the gift of seeing her happy as well as forgetful of her plight, the worry stripped away even if it was for only a moment or two, reminded Billy of why he was doing what he was doing.

She liked the idea that a grown man had an imaginary friend.

It was reassuring to Billy that she was young enough not to think that he was crazy and had not been wounded by what she had gone through to stop believing in the impossible. He hoped that she’d think he was like her, just as vulnerable and in need of help and confidence as she did. He also hoped that he could restore some of her lost faith in grownups and more importantly, the belief in the magical possibilities that were still within her reach.

“Keep going, lass,” he prompted.


“CHARLOTTE!” the boyfriend yelled and it brought a tremor of fear to her.

Billy felt it and squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“No worries, love. I won’t let him hurt you.”

She smiled.

“It’s not far to the ranger’s station,” she said. “We can call for help there.”

“I’m right with you.”

Billy clenched his eyes closed, resisting the involuntary need to double over in pain as he jostled the wound from the half run he was doing with Charlotte. He tried to keep his discomfort from her, but he was surprised to find how difficult it was to sustain. He was trying to grasp that stoic center, the mental toughness Casey had touted so proudly that he could achieve. Clearly he would have to admit defeat to him and crown him the undisputed winner of all things having to do with limitless human endurance. Billy had limits and he was reaching his tolerance quicker than he would have liked. Still, for her, he would press on until he had nothing left to give and not a minute before.

“You know that bullet is making a mess of your internal organs, don’t you?” Casey’s voice filtered through. “You’re going to become a liability to her and soon.”

Billy didn’t answer, too busy trying to keep conscious, but he knew his Casey voice was right. Still, he just had to hold on until they got to the ranger’s station, only then would he know that she would be safe and when he could freely collapse in a heap.

“There it is!” Charlotte squealed.

“Ah music to my ears,” Billy teased as he saw the station near closer and closer and it gave him a burst of adrenaline to get there.

Once they had arrived, Billy let go of Charlotte’s hand and leaned against the doorway. A rise of bile hit like an uncontrolled wave and he vomited spontaneously, having no ability to hold it back for a more tactful expulsion.

“My apologies,” Billy wheezed as he wiped his mouth.

“It’s okay. When I have a tummy ache, I would throw up too.”

Billy smiled at the innocence that was still there and how it needed so desperately to be nurtured back to childhood health.

He spotted the phone and grabbed it. It was live and he said a silent prayer to whoever might be listening.  An operator came on.

“What ranger station are you calling from?” She asked.

Billy searched the desk in front of him and found what he needed.

“I'm at the Northwest Ranger Station. This is an emergency. An innocent girl is in danger and I’ve been shot. Can you connect me to the following number, please?”

Billy recited it and the operator obliged noting that she would also call 911 as well to come to their aid. He accepted the additional help gratefully.

The line rang.

“CHARLOTTE! YOU ANSWER ME, YOU HEAR ME!” The voice bellowed.

Charlotte trembled in reflex and Billy hugged her close. He was getting closer to saving her. He had to keep her safe.

Finally a voice came on the line, a voice that brought relief and if had the energy, giddy joy.

"Almost home," he thought to himself. "Just a bit longer." He told himself to keep from giving into unconsciousness of which he was precariously close.


“Billy! What happened to you? Where are you?”

“No time for details or pleasantries, I'm afraid. I’m at the Northwest Ranger Station…” Billy recited as he doubled over in pain and groaned.

“Billy? Are you hurt?”

“Just get here as quick as you can. There’s a wee young girl who came to my aid, but is in danger from a wretched man for whom I just might have to teach one of Casey’s lessons to.”


“Just get here!” Billy insisted.

“All right, we’re at that entrance now we should be at your location in a few minutes.”

Billy dropped the receiver of the phone, the adrenaline quickly seeping away. He didn’t have much time.

“Charlotte, darling, my mates are coming for you. They are not far. Do you know where the entrance is from here?” Billy breathed with pain.

“Yeh," she said, her voice timid and fearful.

“Then you must go as quick as you can to them.”

“But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, love. I’m going to keep the evil man at bay for as long as I can to help you get away, but you must go now.”

“But…” Charlotte hesitated, gazing pleadingly, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't want to leave."

She had come to trust him and was afraid of leaving him. Billy felt warmed by her concern.

“Trust me, sweetheart," he said as he stroked her face. "My mates will get you away to safety first and then they’ll come for me. I’ll see you soon. I promise. Now, please go.”

Charlotte quickly threw herself into him and embraced him tightly. Billy found the comfort rejuvenating.

He broke their embrace.

“Hurry, love. I’ll be there before you know it.”

He watched her run from him, looking back at him before she finally disappeared and felt as if his heart was being torn in two, adding to the pain he was feeling from his wound.  Still, he propped himself up to a standing position, every inch he achieved ripping into him trying to bend him back down again, but he fought it off.

“You can do this, Billy. Limitless human endurance, remember?” Casey’s voice came through.

“That sounds suspiciously encouraging coming from you,” Billy grimaced as he pulled his gun out and cocked it back.

“Yeh, well, sometimes desperate times –“

“Calls for desperate measures,” Billy finished. “Right, well, once more onto the breach, aye?"

“Not Shakespeare again.”

"And who else better to turn to at a time like this?"

"Sun Tzu for one."

"I'm a lover not a fighter."

Billy just smiled. It was one thing to hear voices, it was quite another to hold a full-fledged conversation. Perhaps the blood loss was making him hallucinate. It was that or madness. He'd rather not think he was turning into MacBeth. He smiled again. Shakespeare is always relevant to his mind.

Billy waited for Charlotte’s tormenter to come into view. He heard the footsteps coming towards him, angry stomps crushing the dried leaves beneath them.  Billy poised himself using the doorway of the ranger station to keep him up and hoped it would keep his aim true if needed.

“CHARLOTTE!” The man called again.

He approached step by angry step. He was then in Billy’s full view and he stiffened both from pain and recognition. Billy raised his arms up in the Weaver position as he stared down his shooter.

The man did as well and stopped dead in his tracks, a grim smile curled at his mouth.

“Well, either I’m losing my touch or you have nine lives.”

“I’d like to call it my stoic center," Billy taunted as he fought off rising pain, the grip on his gun shaky.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm impressed, but you look like you're not long for this world."

"Right, well, granted, I've felt better, but predictions to my demise are greatly exaggerated not to mention wishful thinking on your part, Blaisdel."

Knowing that Blaisdel was the same man who had not only left him for dead but who was also Charlotte's tormentor only strengthened his resolve to end the man. He felt this undeniable need to ensure that he never hurt Charlotte ever again.

“How did you find me, aye?” Billy goaded a bit, hoping to draw out Blaisdel’s true intention, his real reason for being out here, which he already knew.

It was also a way to stall for time, for his mates to help him. He knew that he and Blaisdel were at a stand off and the moment the wound, the pain, the weakness was too much for him, Blaisdel would make his move. Billy felt the strain pushing him to limits that he didn’t think he possessed.

“Keeping the enemy focused on your weaknesses gives you the advantage. He’ll underestimate you,” Billy heard Casey’s voice encourage. “Stalling is your best weapon, Billy. You can talk anyone into a coma.”

“I don’t know how much I have left in me, mate,” Billy heard his inner voice answer.

“It will be enough,” Casey said. “Just a little while longer, Billy. We’re on our way.”

“Never doubted it, mate.”

Billy took in a breath.

Blaisdel faltered for a moment. It hadn’t occurred to him that he’d find Billy, let alone have to explain himself to him about why he was out there.

It hadn’t been about him at all.

“Good luck, I suppose. Looks like I’m getting a second chance to finish off what I started.”

“Yeh, funny thing that. Far as you knew, I was as good as dead. Why this gate? Why here? How coincidental is it that we find ourselves at the same exit?”

“Small world?” Blaisdel faltered again.

Billy suddenly felt renewed. He had the bastard on the ropes confused. He did realize though that there was always a delicate balance with these things. Push too hard and he could drive Blaisdel to a number of rash options. The easiest of which for him would be to shoot him dead where he stood and then Blaisel would be in the wind, lost to him and to his mates. But one thing comforted Billy. Charlotte would be safe from him. That thought gave him the strength to keep the bastard talking.

“No, that kind of world would be microscopic, mate. You came here for another reason other than to finish me off.”

Blaisdel became more flustered and confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t know. You tell me, yeh?”

Recognition dawned on Blaisdel’s face that Billy knew about Charlotte and Billy almost felt the wave of recognition hit him along with it the realization that he might have just signed his death warrant.

“How about I show you?” Blaisdel gritted out as he drew up his gun. “You should have stayed dead.”

“Edmund Burke said ‘all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing’," Billy said, his voice calm and even as he stared down Blaisdel. “While I draw breath, she will never fear you again.”

“Well, then I’ll just have to remedy that,” Blaisdel threatened.

“NO! NO!”

Billy heard her from behind him. A soft, sweet little girl voice, filled with desperation, but what warmed him was that in that desperation he also heard hope, he heard trust. He felt an overwhelming need to confirm that trust of hers.

He saw Blaisdel turn his aim towards her.

The ferocity of the anger he felt towards the monster who had laid an abusive hand on such an innocent boiled from within him. A blinding protectiveness rippled into his body, pumping whatever little reserves he had left into it.

He then pressed his trigger over and over again. Blaisdel, realizing the barrage, managed to get two shots off at Billy. Billy grunted as each shot hit their mark, bracing against their momentum as he lurched down to his knees, continuing to shoot. Blaisdel’s body writhed and responded as every bullet struck him. Finally, he went down, silenced.

Billy, with nothing left, felt his own body crumple as well. He felt like he was melting to the ground. His grip was gone as he watched his gun fall from his hand, all the strength he had marshaled depleted with one swift decision, a decision that he didn’t regret.

Despite his best efforts to hold himself up, he could only slowly lower himself to the ground to minimize the inevitable jarring pain. There was a sense of aching release that he welcomed as more of his body touched the ground beneath him. He could finally let go of his resolve.

Charlotte was safe. He had kept his promise.

He then heard squeals of terror and sobs near him. He searched for the source.

“Ch…Charlotte, love, don’t cry,” Billy gasped.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This happened because of me. Glen was right. I’m nothing but trouble,” she sobbed.

Billy took in a deep, halting breath. He clenched his eyes closed for a moment and felt blood trickle up into his throat. He tried to swallow it back down, suppressing the inevitable cough that comes with it. He didn’t want to scare her. He needed to reassure her that she had been worth it. He wasn’t sure if he would have another chance.  He then heard the footsteps of others coming towards them and knew instinctively that they were his mates. He had to hurry. He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek, wiping her tears away.

“No, no, sweetheart…you did nothing wrong,” Billy wheezed in a breath. “Glen was an evil man. He hurt you…more heinously, he made you feel less than the beauty you are…what I did…I’d do again in a heartbeat to protect you from him. This isn’t your fault.”

Casey was the first to get to Billy. He felt him tear open his clothes to do any damage control he could.

Billy held his gaze on Charlotte.

“You’re worth everything, love…your parents knew that…don’t let…anyone…tell you different, all right?”

Charlotte, her face still wet with fresh tears, nodded.

“Go with…my mates, all right? I’ll see you later, yeh?” Billy stiffened with a wave of pain he had no strength to fight off.

Rick heard his words and gently put his hands on her shoulders, but she resisted by jerking away.

“No, I don’t want to go,” she pleaded, repeating her words from before she left him.

“You trust me, right?” Billy said, trying to draw air into his lungs to talk.

She nodded.

“Then trust my friends…I’d trust them with my life…I’d trust them with yours as well…believe me…”

She then let Rick hold her and move her away, but she didn’t tear her gaze away until she couldn’t see him anymore. Billy then groaned with pain as he felt Casey apply pressure to his wounds.

“Hang on, you hear me?” Casey said as if it were more of an order than a request.

Billy smiled, a stream of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

“I always do, mate…I always do,” Billy said through rapid breaths as he winked.

Casey gave him a puzzled look just as Billy then lost consciousness.

TO BE CONTINUED. Thanks for reading.

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I just... I just want to hug him.

The bit about Casey being his imaginary friend is adorable and lovely.

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