The Boy Who Does Not Belong Here (part 1)

Ch.24 The Last Minutes

Simon had never believed in Heaven. Their family were not that religious, so he had never even though about it. It's almost shameful, that he was already dead and now he gave a thought if there is a Heaven. But where would he go now? His journey on the Earth had ended at the age of sixteen, killed by his own mother-in-love.

When he had met Wilhelm first time he would have never even in his wildest nightmares to think, that only three month later, he would be killed by Wille's mother. He was just a teenage boy, who had fell head over heels in love to this handsome, kind, loving and charming young man. He had not asked some weird joined magics or mental pureblood legacies. He had just fell in love.

And Wille loved him back. The boy had made it more than clear. Merlin his Wille....

He missed him already more than anything else. His heart ached, because he knows in how bad mental and physical pain his boyfriend must be feeling. He had to watch his own mother to murder his boyfriend and there was nothing he could do. How Wille would handle this? Could he keep on going forward? Or was his mind so badly damaged, that he would need to stay in hospital for the rest of his life? What if Kristina would keep him locked in basement and refuse the medical care Wilhelm needs? If Kristina ever does that, Simon will go back on the Earth as a ghost and haunt the lady until she will one night die in a heart attack!

But there was thankfully Erik.

But Erik... Erik was there. Erik was in the library with them! Why had the man said and done absolutely nothing? He had not helped Wilhelm. He had not tried to stop Kristina, when he tortured and killed Simon! He had not even run away with Linda! He remembers Erik standing there, some metres behind Kristina, doing absolutely nothing!

He was furious! Had it been a trap? Had Erik just led them to their obvious death? Wille said that Erik was on their side and Erik said it himself! Was the boy such a good actor, that he had pulled that all?

But wait a minute... Why there was this loud banging in Heaven? Wasn't it supposed to be a peaceful and quite place? Had Saint Peter decided that it would be nice to hire an awful punk-band on the Gates, when Simon was about to step in?

"SIMON!", suddenly rang in his ears. The voice was familiar.

"Wille?", he whispered in confusion. Why Wille was here? Kristina could not be so mental that she would also kill her own son! Oh well... that lady was mental, but like seriously?

"Simon!", the cry rang again.

"Wille!", he said again, now turning his head around and suddenly a thumb.

It felt like he dropped on something hard and a painful groan escaped from his lips. Something really hard was under his back, his head was banging like hell and something heavy was pressing on his chest.

"Simon wake up please! Help me!", the sound was coming now closer of him.

He opened his eyes, but his sight was almost immediately blinded by white light. He closed his eyes again and painful groan left his lips.

"Simon please!", Wille's desperate voice made him to open his eyes again and now the scene in front of him made him gasp.

He was laying flat on the floor and Wille was above him, pressing his hand in the middle of Simon's chest. The boy's face was in painful grimace, tears running down his cheeks and his wand hand was pointing somewhere in front of them.

But what was the most shocking was the magic. Their joined magics were flowing between his and Wille and Wille was forming this huge white magic wall to protect them. The shield was flashing with various colours and yelling was rolling around them. Simon could hear different curses and hexes being casted but surprisingly they were not flying around them.