Running With Ghosts (H2OVanoss)

Chapter 15

So.

I don't watch nor ship any of these people anymore. It was all toxic and I grew out of it to be honest. I converted this into another fandom with major revisions to some parts in particular, so I will be going back to do the same to this version because this entire story has some major problems.

Changing this to fit a different fandom was the only way for me to come back to this and add to it. I've converted my new version back to this fandom for your benefit because I know I left you hanging for years and I absolutely hate having a favorite story and the author disappears.

But I'm still here. Life is fucked but I will get back to you with more.

-walk

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It only took a government conspiracy, dying, and becoming a high-functioning monster for Jonathan to truly see the world as it was was meant to be.

The air was full of smells he'd never known before. The trees that were a mile away gave off the nicest scent when the wind blew. 

He almost felt at home.

It didn't matter if it was a new moon on the darkest of nights, he could still see as clear as day. His body temperature stayed perfectly balanced. His head never ached. 

He felt absolutely incredible.

But he was empty, forever missing a piece of himself. A piece that was a world away and Jonathan ached to know if he'd ever get it back.

From his usual perch high above everything else, sitting atop the statue of Christ the Redeemer, Jonathan soaked in the sunset and watched the stars come out before the echoes of familiar screams filled the air. 

He climbed his way down and took to the streets in search of glowing eyes because that was their only mission, their last mission and even though they could just as well make a run for it, he knew that these people didn't choose their fate. 

They were once humans and they deserved a better ending than what the military would no doubt inflict upon them if they were left to roam the streets of Rio.

The end was getting closer and closer as the days and weeks went by. In a way it was freeing to run so fast they nearly blurred in the wind. It felt like they were floating, feet touching the ground in slow motion knowing exactly what their next move would be. Like time slowed down.

Sometimes Jonathan would run until the sun came up just to feel even an inkling of exhaustion, though the true feeling never came. His blood, Evan's blood, pumped and replenished and absorbed oxygen so effectively he hardly felt the need to breathe half the time and the only way any of them slept was after three days of nonstop exertion and a handful of melatonin.

No rest for the wicked, he thought. 

But he was alright with having more time to sweep the streets and the sewers, every nook and cranny for the lingering nightmares that had once plagued the city so chaotically before.

For the first few weeks they did nothing but search for the dead and they had all agreed that no one else had to die.

Instead of killing, they began to herd them. They'd start a chase with any they came across, leading the screamers into small rooms where they were locked in and kept safe while they made more doses using Jonathan's blood. The others began donating their own once they kept finding more dead.

Their first subject had been tested on their second night as monsters when they'd all had some time to get a feel for their new capabilities.

Brock had insisted on being the one to inject Brian, wanting to be the first person he saw if it worked or to be the one to end his suffering if it didn't.