As easily as he rose, Angel plummets from the sky and into the fire and ash. I nearly run to go, check his corpse for any sign of life. But I don't.
Arthur crumples behind me, in a pool of his own blood.
"No—no," I run to him, kneeling in the blood and ash, coughing on smoke. I roll him over, and he's limp in my arms. His eyes, staring. "No---no don't die—please I'm begging you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry---I'm not really mad at you. I'm sorry I was mad— I'm not, I'm not mad. I love you and I want to keep you safe."
I sob, pressing my face into his chest, trying to find some sign of life. I can't. There's none. His skin is horribly cold.
There are shouts and sirens in the distance. So all are not dead.
And I'll be damned if they take him from me, cut him up. They always wanted to look at his brain. Well no. Not now. They shan't take him from me. Never again.
I stand up, staggering, with Arthur cradled in my arms. I don't even know where I'm going, but it's far from here. I'm not dying here. I probably am dying. But I'd rather die holding his body someplace deep in the woods, than I would have them take him from me.
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Magic Children
FantasyA manhunt, a string of unsolvable bank robberies, and international espionage weave together in this twisted love story. In an alternate reality where some people are born with psychic abilities, these individuals are 'contained' by the government...
