Skyrise

Another Ghost

Spectre

Well, I hate to come back to my POV with such a nasty accident on the last chapter. That's my bad folks. Don't get all mad, he survives. How? Let's find out.

"Dragonfly!" I screamed when I finally came to. "No, NO!" I checked his HP. Only one. I tried to heal him. "Please, you can't die, you can't! You can't leave me here, pal, hold on, I... I... I can't maintain this." The healing magic slowly lost its grip on his soul. I breathed deep and focused only on keeping his soul alive. I picked him up and started to carry him toward Dawn's house. I screamed and made as much noise as I could. Rain began to fall as I ran. Dawn and Oak came out and helped me.

"What happened, darling?" Dawn asked, concerned.

"What happened?" Oak asked, a tone of accusing in his voice.

"Please, help!" I whimpered. "I can't... My energy... It won't..."

"We've gotcha covered!" Dawn healed Dragonfly while I carried him. I felt the light green aura associated with healing disappear. I slumped, barely able to carry myself. Oak caught Dragonfly and carried him the rest of the way. "Here, rest your arm on my shoulder." Fox had seen a huge blue light and come running. He put his arm under mine and supported me back to Dawn's house.

While Oak and Dawn rushed about her basement/hospital, several people from all over the island came. Lilith, Songbird, Mephiles, they all reported the same thing: a huge light blue light followed by a large boom. They asked questions I was too exhausted to answer.

Magic is like an animal. If you cage it, it'll get out somehow and destroy everything. Once you start using it, you can never stop. Quitting gets more and more risky the further you get into it. I used magic for 9 years. And I'm the idiot who knew this and decided to stop. I thought my own willpower was enough to keep it at bay, but... I guess not. The crazy thing is, it makes sense, because souls and magic don't make sense. That is their very nature.

Dawn emerged from the basement, face ashen. "Oh God, Dawn." I got up to support her. "I dunno what happened. I guess I..." I suddenly felt weak. "I... I gotta sit down." I sank down into the nearest chair.

"Dragonfly is alive." I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "He'll be out for a few days, but he'll wake up." She eyed the concerned and confused group of people gathered around her before her eyes landed on me. I shifted uncomfortably. "Now will you accept some help?" She asked, offering her hand. I knew what she meant. Not medical help. Mental help. I took it and let her lead me down into the basement.

"I already did. I almost killed him, and I didn't ask for it at first, but I did."

"Thank God." She opened the door to another room. "I'm too tired to heal you right now, but you look exhausted, too. You can rest here if you want. I crashed on the bed and pulled the recording device out of my pocket. I pressed play and allowed my brother's voice to fill the room for the second time today. Funny thing, I had seen Cloud during the fight. Sure, any headway Dragonfly made was all his work, but I saw my brother. I stumbled and fell while sweeping Dragonfly's feet out from under him. God, I suck as a friend. But anyway, I felt Cloud's hands on my shoulders, heard his voice, encouraging me to give up. To accept help. To finally find some of my own peace.

*huff* *huff* I... I have... To keep going!

No, you don't, brother! This guy wants to help you. Why aren't you letting him? You know our family coat-of-arms!

Accept any help we're given...?

Because God knows we need it! Come on, brother. You don't need to hurt anymore if you let him in. What could possibly go wrong?

...but what about your promise?

That silly old tape? I can see from here that it's the only reason you're still hurting. If it helps you, forget about keeping it!

Bro...

Just think about it, alright brother?

And with that, I stood and looked into my opponents green eyes. "Would Cloud approve of what you're doing?" He asked.

That seems to be the million dollar question, but... "I guess it doesn't matter now. I would heal you, I really would, but I want you dead. You know how it is. Die." The actual thing that matters is... Would I approve?

No. I guess I wouldn't, would I pal?

----------------------------------------------I'm debating whether or not to go from updating on Monday to Saturday. What do you guys think? Should I, or does it not really matter to you? Also, I've written a draft of a chapter that kinda covers homosexuality. So, if that triggers you, speak now or forever hold your peace.