Again: The Breach // Completed

Chapter 7: Aurora

Transporting corpses is a sickly job, thankfully, Flame seems to think so as well, so instead we walk down the street, I often do the spotting of the rotting thing and he burns them. Occasionally, we come across the remains of a looted store and we go inside, mill around and once we are loaded with moth-eaten clothing and the best survivors of books, we left again.

Sometimes, Flame will set fire to an entire building, when he got bored, and we watch, mesmerised, until the thing begins to crumble.

Eventually, we deemed enough corpses burnt and we decided to take a break.

I had quickly grown a few bushes and trees, providing a range of fruits, vegetables and nuts. Flame was examining an almond.

"You know what almonds are don't you?" I asked him. He shook his head sheepishly.

"You just take a bite of it," I showed the motion with a fellow almond and he followed the action.

"It's nutty, and milky at the same time," Flame chewed thoughtfully.

Guys! Come quickly! Aqua called, urgency and fear imminent her voice. Zephyr dropped from the sky and picked me up without a word, Flame followed in hot pursuit.

Zephyr took me to the area in which the team had been working on destroying, the air was thick with dust and large amounts of concrete, glass and other debris littered the street.

Aqua was hovering over a form, was Glebe hurt? A stab of fear raced through my body, I didn't want him to die.

But the figure on the ground wasn't Glebe, it was a human girl.

Her stringy dark hair was matted to her skull in greasy wisps, her cheeks were shrunken and every bone in her body was outlined by the thin skin that stretched over her frame. Her mouth was dropped open in a dragging o, her clothing were torn jeans that might've once been clean and stretched to the ankles. However, now they were frayed and ended just below her knees it long whitened strings. Her shirt, once white, was now yellowed with age and dark, brown stains covered the shirt. Her eyes were brown, once loving and warm, were now lifeless and dead.

I ran to her, ignoring the protests of the rest of the group, someone needed my help, maybe it wasn't too late to save her. I pressed my hands to her wound and energy flowed through me, but now it was cold, it wasn't achieving anything. It pricked the hairs on my skin and a chill passed over me.

Healing is one of the best things in the world, you could almost say I'm addicted to it. The rush of energy that begins from my toes and passes through every cell, tissue, organ and eventually through my entire system before exiting through my hands and into the person I'm trying to heal. It's like a rush of adrenaline that you get from crazy sports or when your trying to escape the crime scene of a prank, something like that.

Healing also has it's side effects, which aren't so great, they include; depressions, ghosts of memories, bad thoughts, lack of energy, weird voices, sudden desires to eat, sudden desires to sleep, sudden desires to take over the world and sleep and a lot of other things that best not be mentioned.

Healing someone is both a physical and spiritual tweak in the fabric of dimensions which requires large amounts of energy, which is also released in the form of light and heat- nah, I'm just kidding, I have no idea how I can do this.

Concentrating harder I felt a larger rush of energy within me, the small trickle had become an overflowing river, murky forms gathered at the edge of my vision. Phantom lights flashed before my eyes.

She could know about our pasts, the little voice in my head cried and I pressed deeper, suddenly motivated by the prospect of an explanation to the current events.

The body jerked under my pressing palms, the murky figures grew, however I focused on the dead girl.

Her sunken cheeks outlined the rest of her face, her skin was a dusty parlour and was a leathery texture. Did she have family to return to? People who were waiting for her arrival?

Were there others?

A strangled cry escaped my lips as I felt myself sag from the lack of energy, I couldn't give up now, I felt her tremble under my fingers, she was alive. Maybe.

"Stop! Spirit stop!" Aqua's cry swam in my ears. Someone dragged me away from the dead girl, but through my blurring vision I saw her blink, the gash stitching itself back together, and herself healing.

The female stood before me, a replica of myself, but better in every way. Her blonde curls were in a high contrast to mine, folding over her shoulder correctly like she was born to make others jealous. She wore a simple white dress, that flowed around her like there was no gravity, her eyes were defined by a smoky eyeliner. But her proud face was creased with something, a unmistakable regret, like she knew the next words would ruin her status quo forever.

"Free me," she cried, rushing forward.