Out of the Darkness...Light (35/?)

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 TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (35/?)
AUTHOR: DS
E-MAIL: lotr58@bellsouth.net
RATING: R--Violence, Angst
PAIRING: Orli/Viggo
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these guys (though I wish I did). No money is being
made from this endeavor and no disrespect is intended. It's all for fun!
And thanks so much to those of you looking it over for me:) Your time and
comments are much appreciated.
FEEDBACK: Yes, but be kind, gulp:)
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know. Thanks.

 

Thank-you to everyone who wrote to let me know you're reading and enjoying the story.  I do appreciate it!

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

 

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            “But it did.” The words echoed in Viggo’s mind, even as he heard the quiet gasp from behind him as Samantha registered the truth of what her brother had just said. Feeling a presence—very close—he looked up and met Sean’s eyes—eyes that were filled with pain and sadness. 

            The other man had moved forward until he was standing just beside Viggo. Nodding his head towards the pew beside him, Viggo gestured for his friend to join him—to sit. Sean complied.

            Samantha, too, moved forward to sit next to Orlando. Reaching out, she embraced her brother, holding him tightly. To Viggo, it looked like she was trying to share her strength with her brother. It was something they were all going to need in abundance.

            The threesome sat quietly for several moments, the only sounds in the chapel Orlando’s quiet sobsand Viggo’s hushed attempts to comfort him. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the boy’s weeping dwindled to ragged gasps and hiccoughs. 

Viggo continued to hold him, rocking slowly, patting his back occasionally. And then, silence, as Viggo realized that the body in his arms had stilled—no more whimpers, no more hiccoughs, no more trembling. Orlando lay nestled in his arms, totally spent.

When Sean reached over to pat the nearest shoulder gently, asking “are you all right there, lad?” Orlando finally moved.

Lifting his head to look at the three people gathered around him, he proclaimed, “I want to go home.”

            “We’ll have to see what the doctor says.” Viggo replied, thrilled to be getting a response, but a bit alarmed at the look on Orlando’s face. It was an expression of intensity fueled by something Viggo couldn’t quite put his finger on. 

            It scared him a bit, especially when the young man shook his head more forcefully than before and stated matter-of-factly, “I want out of here…now.”

            Looking over at Sean, he took in the expression of concern in his eyes. Orlando had gone from being almost totally passive to highly aggressive in a matter of minutes. He didn’t know if that was a good thing.
            “Orli,” Samantha tried, loosening her embrace and sitting back. “The doctor has to release you, if he feels you’re ready. And I don’t know what Mum will think about…”

            “I don’t care what Mum thinks!” 

            They all gasped in surprise, startled as Orlando wrenched himself out of Viggo’s arms and rounded on his sister. His eyes were wild, his expression so intense and angry Viggo feared he would explode. The young man wasn’t finished, though. “Why should I care what she thinks? Did she ever give a fuckabout me?”

            Before their eyes, Orlando had transformed from a distraught, sorrow-filled young man to one who was raging with anger. Standing, he shook the remaining hands off, only to find himself hemmed in by Sean and Samantha on either side.

            Beneath the seething exterior, Viggo could see the scared deer, ready to bolt. Reaching up, he attempted to grasp an arm, but was shaken off as Orlando tried to move past Sean.

            “Wait lad! Just wait. Why don’t we all go find the doctor right now? Okay? We’ll tell her you want to leave.”

            Sean, the voice of calm reason, for which Viggo was eternally grateful at the moment.

            Ever so slowly, Sean reached out to grasp Orlando’s hand, his grip light but firm. The boy turned to look down at his fellow Brit, taking in what he had said and finally, it appeared, accepting it. Keeping his gaze fixed with Sean’s green one, he nodded slowly, deflating slightly.

            “Orlando,” Viggo said quietly. “Would you like one of us to bring the doctor here? Would that be better?”

            The liquid brown eyes, so filled with hurt and anguish, moved to focus on him, blinking away a new crop of tears which were threatening to spill. The boy was obviously confused, not knowing which way to turn, what to do.

            Then, “okay,” he said softy, sinking down once more to sit on the pew beside Viggo. “Okay.”

            “I’ll go,” Sean supplied, squeezing Orlando’s hand once before releasing it. “Be back in a few minutes.”

            Viggo smiled at his friend in gratitude, eternally indebted for his friendship and his support. With a nod at them all, the Brit turned and left the chapel.

 

 

            “Dominic, not now. This is neither the place nor the time.”

            Ian’s voice, quiet but authoritative, served to stop Dom in his tracks, although it didn’t prevent the young man from looking at him incredulously, his expression filled with anger.

            “But Ian! You heard what…”

            “Not now!” the older man snapped, his own anger rising and uncharacteristically visible.

            Dom closed his mouth and stood, as did the rest of the group, staring at Ian in amazement. Their Gandalf never got angry—at least not angry enough to show it, not angry enough to overpower them all.

            “Come on, Dom. Ian’s right. This isn’t the time.”

            Sean Astin, the voice of sensibility and reason, spoke into the silence. The others remained silent, gathered together—consciously or not—in a unified group, facing off against the woman they now held responsible for everything that had occurred—Sonia Bloom.

            From the moment Orlando had bolted down the hall and into the elevator, his mother had stood, rooted firmly in place, almost in shock. Tears fell silently down her face as she looked first at the elevator doors closing behind her son and then at the visibly enraged group assembled across from her. She remained silent, making no move to defend herself, offering no amends.

            The seven remainingmen appeared to be in shock themselves and stayed riveted to the spot, glaring at the woman in front of them. From the moment Orlando had opened the door to his room, they had heard the conversation between her and Viggo. They knew what she had done to her son—to their friend.

            And now they were torn between concern for that friend and rage at his mother. As angry as he was, Ian had managed to keep the situation from escalating. Though his own insides were churning at the thought of what this woman had subjected her son to, he realized that this was not the occasion to address the situation. Not in the hallway of the hospital, with the nurse’s station twenty feet beyond them.

            Though he too was desperately worried about Orlando, he knew that Viggo and Sean would find him and take care of him. He deemed it his responsibility to handle the rest of the group. With a steady look at Orlando’s mother, Ian addressed the rest of the group.

            “Why don’t we adjourn to the waiting room?”

            Nods of assent all around.

            “Come then, let us go.” And Ian led the way, trusting that the others would follow.

 

Comments

[sitaray.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad to see an update! I can't imagine what poor Orli is going through. At least he has the fellowship as well as Sam to support him! Update soon :)

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Orlando needs help, and lots of it. I'm glad his friends can form a united front again, now Viggo and Sean have been redeemed. He's going to need them all.

Awesome story! Thanks for sharing hugs and kisses!!

[lolabelleb.livejournal.com]

I'm totally hooked on this story but I started kinda late. Where can I find the early chapters?

Out of the Darkness...

[iwish0767.livejournal.com]

Hi,

I am really enjoying this story. I read in some comments that there were at least 60 chapters, but I can only see 36 posted here. I would love to see more of this story, can you point me in the right direction?

Thanks!