Blindly Forgotten

Murdered 15

MURDERED

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15

I screamed his name louder, but only when my ears started ringing was I able to finally make a move for him.

I lunged over things I couldn't identify, and hit my knees next to his still body. I could hear his rasping breath, and the sound of flesh tearing as I moved boards off his damaged body.

I gaged when the scent of singed hair met my nose, but I didn't stop. 'Not Aden. Not him, not now.' I choked on soiled air before I gasped on a sob. 'Oh, not now. Please, not now.'

I managed to free his chest and face from the boards, but his leg was caught in the window. The glass stuck out of the skin of his leg in sickeningly large pieces. The one inside his thigh where a very large stain of blood was gathered made me feel like screaming.

"Aden." I could feel his name on my lips, but I couldn't hear it. My heart was screaming in my ears. 'Save him. Save him you fool!'

I reached for his face, my other hand laid gently on his gasping chest as I felt the shrapnel of the bomb under my fingertips. His shirt was dark, but damp. His face was basically untouched but a few slices into his cheek and through his eyebrow.

I have to be able to do something! I whimpered under the strain my heart was under. Love Goddesses typically have a finicky heart, fluting from one love to another. But I only ever had Aspen, I'd never let him get hurt. Immortal and godly as he was, he didn't need protecting.

Yet, Aden needed protecting. His godly powers stripped from him with his memories. I'd faild him, and now if I lost him, in this moment I'd welcome the death that awaited me.

"Aden please, wake up for me. Just this once, please. I need you, now. I can't do this." I whimpered. Ok, Kenna! Think think!

Alright how do I save him? What do I do? Ok, Goddesses have this power, no matter what your power you have it. How how how do I use it? How how how? I can't remember!

What is it? Tears? No no, that's for burns! Um, ummm ok leaves? No, the hell? I don't remember that one but no. Ok ok, what is it? Kenna, stop being a pansy and think!

Blood. It's blood. A lot of blood can compensate for a dying body. More blood for a human than a god, but it can be done. Blood for life, I remember that.

I glanced around me, thinking of the usability of the different objects. I looked down at his bleeding leg again, and gripped a shard the lay near my own foot. The edge was sharp, and I didn't think.

Id acted before I thought, and I rested my throbbing arm on his lurching chest, watching the crimson flow leave my body and drench his.

I'd never done this before. But he had done this for me. Not this body, but Aspen had.

But now, I had no doubt that Aspen was gone. The god- man I'd known and loved was lost forever now. I'd done that to him. I'd killed my best friend, my protector, the man I loved. Now, I hated myself enough to let my wrist bleed out.

Aden was dying. Aspen was gone. I had no reason now.

My teachers always said love was irrational. But right now, this was the only thing that made perfect sense to me. The only . . . thing. . .

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The flow of warmth spreading over my body woke me from a chilled sleep. I opened my eyes to a rather sunny rain storm, such a contradiction.

My mind felt so fresh, like I'd been asleep for days, and was finally awake again.

The red haze over my eyes disappeared, and I looked down at my own body.

I noticed immediately my best friend lying near by, wrist coated in a crimson sleeve, draped over my torso. The feeling of a sharp object jumping out of my skin made me shudder, the sensation never pleasant.

I jumped, cursing my own name as I'd seen the humans do before I pulled her limp form to me, trying to close the wound.

My own will was not what needed to close her inflicted wound, but Kenna's.

"Kenna! You need to wake up!" I told her sternly.

She was chilling, and shivering in my arms. Chafing her skin trying to warm her from the cold rain and her bleeding wrist. I laid my forehead against hers speaking in a loud voice trying desperately to get her to wake up from my own nightmare.

I'd done this to her once though, I knew now how she felt. I hadn't been so stupid and reckless about it though!

I shook her still body, trying to shake my own memories of that day. Oh, I will never forget that day. I will avenge her. I can never forgive what happened.

I scowled before I knew it, I'd bitten my own tongue and had laid my lips on her open vein. The small amount of blood was enough to make it stop bleeding, but the wound had to be closed. She'd lost so much blood though, my heart clenched in my chest.

"Kenna? Bear? Baby you need to get up." I whispered.

It was then that I looked up, and I wasn't in a field or even a temple. I wasn't in the Skies, I was on Earth. "Kenna!" I shouted.

As quickly as I'd woken I felt my head split. This fire spread through my body and even as my eyes widened everything fell to blackness. It was her face that kept me calm. Kenna was my rock, even when the world fell apart. . . I always had Kenna Bear. . . Always. . .

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