Spirit Guidence

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by Glader_YMCA

by Glader_YMCA

A/N

Author was a little emotional at the time so if it sucks, so sorry.....- Author.
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Jerome sank down. He threw his axe down and sighed. Lachlan and Vikk approached him, only to be met by angry swots. "Jerome Please.. " Vikk said. "NO! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! Go and be happy with Lachlan, you deserve him...." Jerome snapped. He started to punch the rock behind him until he headbutted it, knocking him out.

~~~~the vision~~~~

Jerome wasn't properly away. It was just a vision. He saw him. Pale and ghostly. The stab wound, a blatant reminder of what Jerome had done. Jerome fell to his knees, sobbing. " Mitch! I'm so sorry... I never meant for you to die. Please. I love you like Vikk loves Lachlan. I'm so....so...so sorry...." he blabbered. Mitchs ghost floated towards Jerome and laid his cold, dead hands on his face. "You know I loved you Jerome. And I know you love me." Jerome smiled a bit and touched the ghostly hand. The coldness shocked him. He shut his eyes and looked down. "I'm so mad at myself, you didnt deserve it!" He cried. "Jerome.... just win the hunger games. For us"
"For us." He repeated, nodding.

~~~~End of vision~~~~

Vikk was knelt down beside Jerome when he woke up. His shirt was covered in blood. "Wheres Lachlan??" Jerome paniced. Vikk pointed at Lachlan, who was fighting off Preston. He was losing badly. "Vikk....Help him!" Jerome shouted. He watched as Preston tried to trip Lachlan up. Instead of falling, he seemed to jump and deflect the attack from the sword. He spat in Preston's eyes and kicked him, sending him spilling off of the edge of a cliff.
Lachlan limped back. There was pain laced in his eyes. The gash on his leg had reopened. Vikk ran forward and caught him. "Lachlan! No! Please!" Vikk said, softly kissing his lips. Jerome stood by, watching. He hid a small health potion in his back pocket. He took it out and poured a drop into Lachlans cut. Lachlan screamed in pain for a second. It burned. In a few minutes, the burning stopped and the cut was normal. Vikk hugged Lachlan close to his chest and kissed his cheek. " It's OK....it's OK." He comforted but Lachlan wasn't the same, it was like he had seen a ghost. "I saw him.... I saw Mitch. He was calling your name Jerome." He said, trembling.