Fallen Chapter Six

Fallen Chapter Six

A Story by Chistie

 

Chapter Six
 
 “What was that?” Cooper and I were sitting in the back the police cruiser; his right arm around me holding me tight with his left hand cupping my face. He held a serious look but in his eyes I could see the burning concern for me.
 “I don’t know, I was just so scared and then that man grabbed me.” Tears had started to fall steadily down my cheeks as I recalled what had happened in the dark corridor of the airport. The man that had attacked me hadn’t survived the burning light that came from my hands. I was so devastated that I had killed a man that I lost all logical thought and was dwelling. I didn’t want to be a murderer. Cooper had tried to soothe my fears by telling me that it was in self defense that the Light had already killed the man and was using his body but that didn’t matter to me. I had killed someone.
 “Kennley, you need to understand that this is who you are, you are not a murderer, but a Falling Star. You need to stop beating yourself up for what the Light made necessary.”
 “I don’t want this anymore, I can’t stand it.” He had never mentioned to me that I would have to kill.
 I had fallen into a restless sleep, dreaming of expressionless faced bodies falling all around me, with my hands burning and the glaring white light blinding me. I was glad, as I often was, that Cooper was there, holding me, telling me that everything would be okay, but how would it be okay?
 The blonde haired guard, whose name was Derik, was driving the police cruiser towards Memphis at a slow pace, trying to be inconspicuous. He had been quiet through the whole drive on the interstate and I had a feeling that he was worried about his friend, the dark haired guard. I hadn’t asked his name afraid that I might upset Derik more. We couldn’t stay and wait for him to come out of the corridor; it would look suspicious for a police officer to just be sitting in the car while there was all hell breaking loose.
   “How did you know that we would be at the airport?” I asked, tired of the awkward silence.
   “Cooper called us from Little Rock. He said that he would feel better if he had back up. Curt and I arrived this morning and stole the uniforms. He said that it would be good cover.” With the mention of his friends name Derik’s face transformed into one of despair and turmoil, all the despair of a lover grieving for his lost love.
   “You love him don’t you?”
   “Yes, we have been together for a long time. I don’t know what I’m going to do if he’s dead.” It was so sad to hear the tears coming from this grown man.
 “I’m sure he’s fine, he was starting wake up when we left. I bet he’s on his way right now.”
   “Thank you,” he wanted to say more but his grief for his lover was too much for him to continue.  
   I looked over at Cooper trying to imagine what it would be like to not know if he was alive. My heart burned with the thought and I quickly pushed the thought aside.  I wouldn’t be able to survive without Cooper, I wouldn’t want to. He was my everything and I would do anything to keep him safe even if that meant being a murderer. I would drown my fears deep inside my chest and protect my true love with everything I had.
    I drifted off to a more peaceful sleep, my new mission searing the edges of my heart. Hardening the once soft exterior to aide me in keeping Cooper safe.
   The ride up to Memphis was short compared to the plane ride, only two hours, but it felt like a life time with the thought that Curt might be dead, the explosion at the airport and my own personal tragedy of killing a man lingering in the air around us.
 The highway was never changing and we didn’t stop until we hit Memphis and even then we only stopped to eat and use the bathroom. Cooper and Derik wanted to get to Jackson as soon as possible now. Derik was still sick with worry for Curt and it was sad to think that he may never see his lover again. I tried not to look at Derik as much as possible but he was such a nice guy and I wanted to comfort him but was unsure on how to do that.
   “Please eat Derik. I sure Curt is okay, why don’t you try calling the hospitals when we get to Jackson. See if he was admitted or something?”
 “That’s a good idea Kennley, but I can’t. If the Light has people working at the airport I’m sure He has people working in the hospitals,” Derik’s face was down cast and fresh tears threatened to break free, “he’s safer if I don’t call.”
   I stopped trying to cheer him up and concentrated on my burrito. Cooper said that Taco Bell was his favorite food and we just had to stop there. I didn’t care for fast food much but what can you do? It was nice knowing something personal about Cooper, even if it was something as small as his favorite kind of fast food.
   “Cooper?”
   “Yes?” I smiled a bit at the way his face lit up whenever I said his name.
   “How did you become a Watcher? Was there a special school or something?” I asked him teasing just a little.
   “No there isn’t a school, it’s just who I am. My parents were taken by the Light when I was a child. To aide Him in his quest.” Cooper’s face was suddenly very scary and filled with hate. I had never seen him more terrifying but with the hate came a burning desire to stop the Light deep in his dark eyes.
 “Oh Cooper, I’m so sorry. I had no idea!” I was ashamed of myself for brining up those memories.
   Chuckling darkly to himself he said, “Its okay, all of us has lost someone to the Light. We all want to stop the Light, that’s why we must get you to the others and soon. It would be devastating to me and the others if you were killed.” His arms constricted around my shoulders; holding me tightly to his side.  
 
 

© 2008 Chistie


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The ride is getting wilder and the writing, even better.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Onward! I love this story!

Posted 16 Years Ago


OMG!!! i love the story. its awesome. i mean...taco bell? thats my favorite fast food restuant too. ahh...i cant believe their gay though. thats kinda weird, but kinda cool....lol when you finish this story you could write a spin-off of the two lovers lol. j/k but this chpter is really good

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I love to read! That is my favorite past time, after reading some stories written by people five years younger than me I decided to try it out. I was always good at writing but never really took that .. more..

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