Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 10

After the last chapter I think I need to give you guys and gals some redemption and love and some other things that fall into the genre. Last time, Chris was forced to do the one thing he feared most and now he must endure the choice he made. In this chapter you will see a side that has never before been revealed and his climb back to control. Lastly, thank you once again to everyone who has been reading since the beginning and welcome to everyone just now joining us.

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 10: On Angels Wings

Frankie slowly opened her eyes to see her boyfriend still asleep. Despite everything he had been through in the last several days, he seemed peaceful. Of course, his bandages revealed the truth. In a way it was almost like old times.

The red head stood and pulled the covers back over him then walked to a wall covered in pictures. He had quite a collection. There was one from her eleventh birthday, from their first meeting, high school graduation, and one in particular that caught her eye. His black belt ceremony. She could still remember that day so clearly. The heat, the smell, the soundsChris was only eleven when he earned his black belt becoming the youngest student in his dojo to receive one. She smiled remembering how happy he was when his instructor tied the belt around his waist. The little boys face was so full of life and cheer.

Im sorry a voice said behind her.

Chris was talking in his sleep.

You have nothing to apologize for, she said walking back over to his side. You were protecting us, there was no other way.

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Mac sat at the window sill, watching the sun rise. Last night a fresh layer of snow had fallen and he wanted to go outside and have a snowball fight, maybe make a snowman, anything to make things go back to normal. It was just that things would never be normal again. He had seen a side of Chris that he never knew existed. And now he saw his friend torturing himself over his decision.

But it wasnt his fault, Mac said to himself turning away from the window, he had to do it, didnt he? Its not like Blaze left him a whole lot of choices.

Bloo stirred in his bed. The blob had gone to bed in a huff, upset that Chris was getting so much attention. In truth, however, the little blue friend was worried about his older friend. He would never admit it of course, but the people at Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends were his family and he would never wish anything bad on any of them. Not even Chris.

There has to be something I can do to snap him out of this, Mac said decidedly, yeah, theres gotta be something.

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Wilt ran the indoor track, pumping his legs as hard as he could. His right arm was killing him as he thrust it up and down. He managed to ignore the pain as he rounded the corner completing his sixteenth lap and skidding to a stop. He bent over resting his head on a nearby wall breathing heavily.

Why? he asked himself, Why does this keep happening to the people I love?

His mind hurt when he thought about it. First it was his creator Jonathon, then Maria, now Chris. It seemed like every time he got close to someone they got hurt. And where was he when they needed him? Sure, Jonathon had cancer and Maria was in a coma, but Chris? Wilt had a chance to make things right by helping him and instead he got knocked out by the first punch. What kind of a friend was he?

Every single time he said rubbing his head with a towel.

As he walked down the south hallway he saw Mr. Herriman straightening his tie as he unlocked his office door.

Good morning Master Wilt, the grey rabbit said as the red friend passed.

Wilt stopped and looked down, Theres nothing good about today.

Mr. Herriman was taken aback by Wilts response, Is there something youd like to talk to me about, Master Wilt?

I dont know, the lanky friend answered turning to face the old rabbit.

Why dont we sit down and have a chat then, he told Wilt, opening the door.

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Chris awoke around 9:30. He was sluggish as he went through is usual morning routine, shower, shave, brushing his teeth. By the time he got downstairs everyone was already seated and eating. As he entered the dining hall, many of the friends paused and looked up at him. Chris could feel the eyes piercing through him as he walked to his seat. Most would look away as he passed, afraid to meet his gaze. By the time he reached his seat he couldnt even lift his head.

Chris? Mac asked from across the table.

The man didnt respond. Instead he pushed his chair back in and walked through the kitchen doors leaving everyone speechless. Frankie looked to her group of friends and then stood.

If no one else is going to say anything then I will, and with that she set off after him.

He was already out the back door and on his way to the forest behind Fosters when Frankie caught up with him.

Wait! she yelled reaching out for him.

He stopped and turned to face her, his eyes burning red, I cant do this Frankie, Im not strong enough.

She stopped several feet from him, Youre not strong enough? Chris, Im your girlfriend and your best friend, I know everything about you so dont try pulling that bull on me!

Her stern attitude caught him off guard, but he was quick with a retort, You know everything about me, huh? Then you know why I have to go.

No I dont. And I dont think you do either, she told him.

He paused trying to think of an answer. She was absolutely right, he didnt know why he thought he had to go.

Im just so confused, he explained gripping his fists, I lived my life by the book, doing everything on the straight-and-narrow and then this happens. I just dont know what Im supposed to do now. I mean, for Gods sake I killed him! Do you have any idea what that feels like? And the worst part is I cant even remember doing it! he finished, trying to keep from breaking down.

Frankie stepped closer, It doesnt mean that you have to face this alone, she was within arms reach of him, You need help, Chris, and I want to be that person. I want to help you see that you did the right thing.

Theres no going back, he said looking up at her, they dont trust me anymore, they cant even look at me.

Theyre only worried about you, she responded.

Yeah, worried Im gonna come after them next! he quipped.

Okay, yes some are afraid of you, but thats only because they dont know you like the rest of us do, they dont know you like I do, she said placing her hands on his shoulders.

So what do I do? he asked turning his gaze away from hers.

You go back and you show them, she paused trying to sound confidant, show them that you can be trusted and that what happened was something that couldnt be prevented. It wont be easy, but Ill be by your side the whole time and I I wont let this haunt you.

Frankie he said softly as he placed his hands on her sides and pulled her closer.

Their lips were about to meet when suddenly a flash of white and a blast of cold interrupted their romantic scene.

Eww gross, you were gonna kiss, came a familiar voice.

Chris turned with a dour look on his face, Did you just hit me with a snowball? he asked.

Mac gulped, Yeyeah…

Do you know what that means? he asked smiling evilly.

Mac run! Frankie yelled through a laugh.

The eight year old didnt have time to duck as a hail of snowballs pelted him. He fell to the ground laughing as they continued to fall.

Oh, so now you think its funny, huh? Chris asked, suddenly right on top of the boy.

Mac couldnt help but laugh as Chris picked him up and tossed him into the air catching him in his arms. Mac yelped in delight as Chris tossed him up again and again. For a moment it seemed as if he was back to normal, but Frankie could see the restraint and the pain in Chris eyes. This wouldnt be easy, but she knew that, with time, things would be made right again.

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Wilt sat on his bed staring out the window. He had seen Chris having fun with Frankie and Mac after breakfast and wanted to join in, but he elected instead to retreat to his room. The door was locked preventing Coco and Eduardo from interrupting his alone time. This was something he really needed. How was he going to make it right with Chris? The man had never shown any hostility towards Wilt, but the lanky friend knew Chris was thinking it. At least he thought he knew.

When the knock came at the door Wilt answered immediately, Not right now.

Co cococo, responded his visitor.

I said not right now, Coco! Wilt yelled.

The door opened and in stepped the bird, tree, plane holding a key. Behind her sat the remains of one of her eggs. She wore a sad expression as she strode in and sat down on the bed next to him. Not long after she was followed by Eduardo. He closed the door before joining the pair.

(From here on Cocos words will be translated because I dont feel like writing Co coco coco and I know you dont want to read that)

Wilt, you cant blame yourself for what happened, Coco told him.

You werent there, he said grimly, you dont know what a fool I was. Theyll never rely on my again. They cant even stand to be near me.

Thats not true, Eduardo said jumping to his feet, They are your friends, we all are and and and

I think what Eds trying to say is that, everyone makes mistakes, but your friends stand by you no matter what, Coco helped the purple friend finish.

Your mistakes never cost anyone their lives, Wilt responded.

Coco and Eduardo were taken aback. How could he say that?

Wilt! Coco yelled causing him to turn his head just in time to be slapped across the face.

The red friend was stunned. The scrappy bird had never done anything like that before.

How dare you! she yelled getting in his face, You think youre the only one whos lost someone? You think youre the only whose been hurt before or made a mistake or done something they regret? Everyone has had something happen in their life that has had a lasting effect, you arent the only one.

Wilt looked at her as tears welled up in the little birds eyes. It had been such a long time since Wilt had seen her cry.

You think youre alone, but youre not, you never will be. We will always be here by your side ready to help at a moments notice, she finished.

Thats right, Eduardo added, You are never alone when we are here.

Wilt managed a smile realizing they were right. It wasnt fair to the others that he acted this way.

Guys I he tried to say, but didnt finish.

Eduardo hugged both of them so tight they could barely breath, Its okay, Wilt, we forgive you, right Coco?

R-ri-right, she managed to say.

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Mac got his wish as Chris and Frankie dove away from his snowball assault. He was actually having fun and helping Chris at the same time. Frankie watched the little boy laugh as Chris jumped up hurling another snowball in his direction. For a moment she could swear she was seeing Chris when he was Macs age. They continued pelting each other until Chris stopped him.

Whoa whoa whoa, why should we have all the fun? he asked motioning towards Frankie.

Mac smiled deviously as he and Chris each threw a snowball at Frankie. She didnt take it well, tackling Chris to the ground and grabbing Mac by the ankle. The three wrestled in the snow for what seemed like hours. Finally they stopped when they couldnt move anymore. The trio collapsed, laughing.

Alright guys, looks like its time for lunch, Frankie said huffing as she tried to stand.

Chris smirked and stood up offering his hand, Need a hand?

Yeah, let us help, Mac pleaded.

Frankie couldnt help but oblige them as she led them back to the house.

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A week passed by without much incident. Wilt had reverted back to his normal cheery self, but he was still depressed. His memories of Maria made it hard for him to be happy at all times, but he didnt let it bring him down. Something that Coco had said to him truly made a difference and whenever he felt like breaking down or that he was coming apart at the seams he remembered those words.

Youre alive arent you? Well, that means that Maria will never be forgotten and youll have a chance to spread the same happiness that she brought you.

The little bird was right. Wilt had never before thought of it that way, but she was absolutely right. Maria would never be forgotten as long as Wilt kept her in his heart. He felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but every time he saw Chris a new pain racked him. However, this too soon passed.

Wilt, youre my friend and I know you did everything you could to help me. I couldnt ask anything more from you.

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Chris made his way to the foyer dressed in his karate gi. He wore black pants with a white top and had a black belt tied firmly around his waist. At each tip were three red strips, showing his rank. As he entered the large room, he took a deep breath. He had not forgiven himself for what he had done, but he had found a way to relieve the stress.

His punches were fast and hard, each creating a small gust as he whipped around in all directions. His mind was focused on improving himself in order to prevent what happened from ever happening again. He would never let his anger control him again. He couldnt let it.

He leapt into the air, spinning, as he thrust his leg out at an imaginary target. Landing he fell to a knee. His body had still not fully healed, but he couldnt wait around and let his emotions consume him. He groaned rising to his feet and took up his stance again.

Focus must be maintained, he could hear in his mind, you must find your center and hold tight.

The words rang out in his mind. It had been many years since he had thought of his instructor. The man who had tamed the raging fires within him. Kai Blackstar.

Control! You must maintain control!

The brown haired man didnt notice the pair of eyes watching him as he went through the motions of his kata. The little boy watched the man strike again and again until he suddenly stopped and stood up straight.

You can come out now, he said.

Mac stepped out from behind the potted plants blushing, How did you?

Saw your reflection, Chris answered pointing to the large mirror to Macs side.

Mac huffed and approached the man, So, what exactly are you doing?

Chris kicked high, spun to the ground, and swept his leg level with the floor, leaping back to his feet and back into a fighting stance, Meditating.

Thats no meditation style Ive ever heard of, Mac said watching him with wide eyed wonder.

Maybe not, but its how I do it, he replied diving forward into a roll and leaping up spinning, besides, it relaxes me and thats really the point, two punches and a kick, isnt it?

Mac smiled, Yeah, he said sitting down.

To be continued

Sort of abrupt way to end the chapter I know, but I think its okay. The next chapter will be up either today or tomorrow at the latest and the Christmas chapter will definitely be posted on Christmas Eve. Until next time everyone.