Timeless and Bliss #wattys2016

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

I didn't even have to look to know that Felix had kneeled beside me. I knew him to well and I sensed his presence beside me. Delicately, he slipped a hand on my back as I hunched over, trembling from head to toe. It wasn't just me who was terrified. Felix rarely showed emotion other than anger. Lately it seemed like the world was just tearing him apart. And as he stared at his this being, who was his brother not by blood but through a pure soul connection, he was decaying in every way possible

"Dexter! What did they do to you?" Felix's voice shook studying every scar that rested upon his broken body. No words were spoken, Dexter could only manage to give us a sympathetic smile.

Bruises, open wounds and blood laid on every inch of him. His left eye was closed up, lips swollen and practically torn. Lashes seemed to appear across his naked upper body, as well as broken knuckles. What was once beautiful art work was now outlined in his own blood. Dexter was barely recognizable and barely alive, struggling for each breath. Indicating he most likely had a broken sternum as well.

"Th-th-thanks," Dexter gritted his teeth in pain while stuttering a single word out. Wiping my tears, I reached through the cage holding onto his hand.

"Dexter were going to get you out of here!" Felix stood up and rattling the slier lock. He tried combinations with frantic hands and when nothing worked he yanked on it tying to pry the lock off. A vein poked through his hands that had lost color as Felix tried even harder to break it off. He grew frustrated and his face was becoming soaked with tears that he paid no attention to.

"N-no they'll....h-h-hear..y-you," Dexter inched closer to the cage painfully, separating him from us. Felix violently kicked the cage before falling to the floor hopelessly with tears still streaming down his red face. His head rested onto the metal cage and I scooted closer to him.

"B-b-b-brother," Dexter mumbled out touching the rim of Felix shirt.

Felix nodded. "Yes, we're brothers. We always will be and brothers don't leave each other alone to die. We're going to save you Dexter." Felix began rattling with the lock again but was stopped as Dexter reach out his bloody hand. Felix grasped onto his tightly.

"I....love you ....guys. B-Blaize, you...hold...my heart," Dexter was desperately gasping between each word slowly ripping a part of my beating heart.

I was tumbling in a spiraling pattern down a deep, dark path. In a single moment my entire world fell to pieces. Dexter had half of my heart and Felix the other. How could I possibly feel alive again with only half a heart, half of me? I may not have been in love with Dexter, but I did love him. I couldn't possibly ever feel whole again. I nodded at Dexter's word that ate away at my insides.

I pushed back the sobbing trying to hold it together for Felix. He would never admit it. This was a moment where he was completely vulnerable and it was pointless for both of us to be crying uncontrollably. As tough as it was to see Dexter in this condition, close to death, I felt like I needed to be strong. It tore me apart that these could possibly be our final moments with Dexter, and I didn't want his last memory of me with a tear stained face.

"Please don't say that, Dexter," I said holding onto his other hand just a little bit tighter.

"T-take...good..care of..e-e-each other," His words were heavy. Felix nodded looking Dexter in the eyes. I could tell he was torn apart.

The deep muffled voices were back followed with heavy footsteps. I didn't even notice him stand up because the next thing I knew he was urging me to follow him. Felix took ahold of one hand and the other was tightly gripped around Dexter's hand. Felix pulled me even harder and my grip was slipping due to the slickness of his blood. When Felix pried me away I began crying hysterically. I wasn't ready to let go. Felix covered my mouth up as we hid behind some of the cages peering through the holes.

"Get up!" the government worker forcefully kicked Dexter in his rib cracking it simultaneously. Dexter grunted trying to pull himself up only to fall face first back to the floor.

Two different workers dug their nails into his arm forcing him up. Another stood by with a clip board pointing and discussing to the others. He began to walk towards the door leaving the clip board behind. The man continued to ramble on. The others followed behind dragging Dexter's wilting body as moans escaped from his lips.

Even after moments had passed Felix and I remained motionless. We could have easily followed them. There were so many options to take them down, to stop them, to do anything. No. Instead we sat there as the reality of the situation settled in. They were going to kill him. I felt numb, broken, in despair. I couldn't cry anymore. I couldn't fight. I didn't want to move, not ever. I wanted to wither away in the wind like a dead corpse in soil. I wanted to disappear from the evil I would never escape, because it was everywhere.

"C'mon," Felix grabbed my hand pulling me out of thoughts. His face had dried up and he had the face of determination. I was quickly pulled to my feet and I mindlessly followed with wobbling knees.

"Wha- what are we doing?" I asked stumbling around.

"Were going to rescue Dexter," Felix said intertwining his hand into mine. I felt a sense of security and even reassurance following closely beside him down the silent narrow hallway.