Thicker than Water

Chapter Twenty Five

Warning:  I highly suggest people who tend to cry  NOT to read this.  Alright? 

Alright, here we go...

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This can't be happening, I thought angrily.  This can't be fucking happening!

But it was, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Haden was now limp in my arms.  He had long ago stopped breathing and after countless times of CPR I had been told to give up.  No one bothered to try to take him away from me.  Not even father who had fainted from the shock.  Sam sat across from me then Kant stood behind me.  But I didn't even acknowledge their presence.  I couldn't peel my eyes from Haden's pale face.  His still very attractive pale face.  You are not dead, I thought, reaching my thoughts to his.  But of course, there was nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  It was like reaching through a mist, it was supposed to be there and I tried to feel for it but it was almost nonexistent.

I pulled him closer to me and cried silently into his soft hair, letting my tears soak in.  Sam hesitantly reached over and closed Haden's eyes.  I didn't even look up to him.  "I have to try something," I said and looked down at Haden.  I realized right then I couldn't lose him, not when he was the only one I actually had left.  I looked to my right to see Marissa kneeling beside me.  I began pleading, "You have to heal him."

"Rogue, he's too -"

"No, he's not!"

"Rogue -"

"Please, we have to try something!  Anything!"

"I'm not a miracle worker.  I want to help, but there is nothing I can do.  I can't bring the dead back to life, Rogue.  I merely heal people."

"Please, I came back.  Maybe he can.  Please, just heal him."

"But you weren't exactly gone either, just comatose.  This is different.  He's too far gone..."

"I won't believe that.  I won't.  Please, Marissa.  I can't lose him.  What would you do if this were Daniel?  You wouldn't stop at anything to bring him back.  You'd try everything you had in you to bring him back.  Please, we have to at least try."

She sighed and gave in.  She placed her hands over his heart and throat.  I watched with hope as the gash slowly closed to leave a faint scar.  But he didn't wake.  I knew it was worth a try, but everyone looked at me with sympathy.  I didn't want sympathy.  Not at all.

I finally glanced behind me to Harrison, or at least what was left of him.  My anger had caused the divinity dragon to awaken and I had set him on fire.  And I had enjoyed it.  I enjoyed watching him burn in the fires of hell.  He had screamed as he had burned alive, but soon he had died by plunging the knife into his own heart.  Now he was just a pile of melted flesh and a burnt bones.  But when Kant had checked for Connell, he was gone.  Probably having had fled with his life during the commotion, leaving his supposed master to die.

I looked back to Haden, who was still a lifeless corpse.  "You okay,"  Sam said as he patted my back.  I honestly wasn't but I nodded, wiping away my tears.  Then Sam came around and pulled me away suddenly.  I resolved to screaming at him to let me go and clawing at his arms, but he held me back nonetheless.  Several men approached and picked up Haden's body.

"No, please don't," I begged as they set him into one of the enemies' weapon carts.  But they didn't listen and began to cart him away.  "Sam, where are they taking him?"