Love Conquers All _The Sequel_

Chapter Twelve - Nothing

Mary's POV:

He is entirely silent as I rise to his level. He is looking me in the eye, expressionless, and I stand there, waiting for him to say something or do something. We are mere inches away from each other, me sobbing like a twit as I try to grasp consciousness.

Eventually I can't take the tension anymore, and I grab his hand and lean into him. To my intense relief, he takes my hand and holds onto it.

How the heck is this possible? I mean... This is what I wanted but, did I do this? Or was he never actually dead? My mind is swirling and I'm tripping up on my thoughts.

Still dressed in the same clothes he died in, his image is haunting. There is still blood all over the back of his short where he was stabbed.

In the softest voice I've ever heard him speak in, he croaks, "Speechless." And I have stop my self from regurgitating all my organs onto the floor.

"You... You heard that?"

He nods and lifts his hand to my face.
"Don't cry," he says, and wipes one of my tears away with his thumb. Then he pulls my eyelids apart and holds them open as he tries to place the tear back into my eye.

This sweet gesture tugs at my heartstrings like a crane plucking a toy from its pile of goodies.

"How am I alive? I was dead." He looks worried and sadly enough I don't have the answer to his question.

"I... I don't know, honestly. I just-"

My Life Diamond skips a beat. How am I gonna tell him that I murdered everyone in the world and made clones? He's gonna hate me! I start to panic and sweat.

"D-uh... Uhm. What is the last thing you remember happening before you died?" I ask, choking on the last word.

"You made a tree grow... Up into the ship, and everything was rumbling and then you sang... And then... I saw a swirling golden light and I knew then that I was dead."

"Well... I have something to confess. You know those nights when I was sneaking away to the library?" I ask. He nods.

"I discovered I had odd magical powers and I was researching them. I can fly and grow plants and control fire and ice and... I can make clones of people."

He makes a confused face and looks at me, waiting for me to explain things further.

"When you were gone I... I just went crazy!" my words begin to get louder as I become more distressed. "I killed people! And I made them into clones of myself!" I'm screaming now, as I try to put on a show and convince Michael that I killed the people because I was psycho, not because I enjoyed it.

"I killed everyone in the world," I whisper, clutching onto the collar of his shirt to add effect.

"What?" He asks, in pure shock.

"And, and I made them all into clones of myself because I didn't know what else to do and I was losing my mind and you can't love anyone else in the world but me!" I blurt. I don't think I'm trying to make myself look crazy anymore... I actually am crazy.

"And then, since I had done so much, it messed with my stupid immortality thing, and I turned old! I'm like... Forty now!" I yell. My head aches suddenly. I never realized how stressed I was.

"Oh, man," he says. "I... I'm sorry you went through all of this... Uh," he says. He's at a loss for words.

"Do you want to see the clones?" I ask. He says yes, and I tell him I have some in the theatre, and that flying is the quickest way to get there.

And so, we walk into the front yard. He holds onto my hand I propel us off into the sky. As we rise higher, he giggles with excitement, and it's the first time I've heard that laugh in a long, long time.

At the theatre, I show him my collection of twins. He gasps in astonishment.

"How?" He mumbles.

"I really don't know. I don't know why I can do all this," I say, and for a moment I'm scared of myself.

"Mary..." He says, looking out towards all of my minions.

"We have to change them back." I look over to him and see that his eyes are filled with tears, and for the first time, I fully regret every decision I've ever made.