Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 79

Axel

"Look what I've brought you, my love," I say, walking into the morgue, dropping Felix's body at the base of the cot they have him on. He's all laid out. All cold again. I kiss his face with my bloody lips. 

"Look, we can all be together. I shot at them and told them all to go away. Now I can sit with you for a while. We'll sing old songs you like that, eh?"

"See? He's quite dead," I say, holding up Felix's body as proof. "No more. It's all done, my beautiful one, my everything. I love you more than life itself that should bring you about shouldn't it? Make you want to start talking to me again."

He lies silent. I can't be without him.

"I can't stand you like this, Phoenix, I can't stand it when you don't talk to me you know that. It's not good. It's just not any good for any of us. Say to me you love me, swear it to me like you did that night on the beach. I thought it would help that all is done now. In truth I should be here with you. A matching bed. I'm not yet I'm just standing here waiting for you to come back to me."

He doesn't move. Nothing.

"I miss you. Every waking minute. There's not a good one not if you're not in them. You're all I ever wanted did I tell you that often enough? I can't have often enough would have been every second of every day," I lay my head down on his chest, wearily, "Can't I rest now? I've done everything there is to be done. Our story is over we're meant to go off hand in hand. I don't know why I'm still here."

"What. Is going on?" Sol Rhea is standing in the door, looking perturbed actually, staring at Felix's desecrated body that I lay at the foot of our bed.

"Nothing much," I say, pulling out a gun, "You won't take him from me."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to."

I fire. He holds up a hand, wincing a little, and the bullet hovers just in front his palm. Then it explodes. Bright light and a horrible sound, and we're both shooting through the hospital wall and onto the grassy lawn outside the hospital.

"Try that one more time," Sol says, incensed. To be fair I do, each time the bullets bend around him. He tips his head back, eyes filling up dark as his skin seems to light itself from the inside.

I rise, shield in hand.

"Don't try it," he says, he's almost hovering above the ground now. There are sirens, and lights whipping around us with way too much light and noise.

I shoot him again. How can it not work? Again he bends the bullet, now flipping it back towards me. It bounces harmlessly off my shield.

"What is the matter with you??" He cries, looking off into the lights, "Shoot him! He is just a man!!"

And they do. Sniper bullets, police bullets, all flying at me. Too many to block, no matter how I flip my shield. They just ding, flicking into my skin angry as hornets.

"You're a god," I whisper, staring at Sol, glowing like he is, black eyes glowing like a demon.

Then I look down at myself. I am shot, a dozen, three dozen more like it--- times. Wounds to my chest, neck, arms. Bullet wounds ripping me apart. It barely hurts. I'm still standing. "I guess so am I."

I fly at him.