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Written by Stella
Last updated: 01/02/2007 02:01:11 AM

Chapter 12

He was dead. Oh god, he was... Ah’d tried. Ah’d gone faster than Ah would’ve thought possible. Ah could barely see Ah was goin’ so fast. But at the last moment Ah’d remembered how Ah couldn’t touch him, an’ Ah grabbed his shirt instead o’ his arm.

Ah wanted ta be back in Genosha, under my favorite tree with Philip. Ah wanted him ta put his arms around me an’ tell me that everythin’ was gonna be all right. Ah wanted ta be back in the motel room with Kitty tryin’ ta give me relationship advice an’ the world crumbled around us.

‘Cause Ah’d pulled away.

It was Julien who’d seen ‘em on the roof as we were comin’ up the road. The whole house was blazin’ with light and they were hard ta make out. Four or five of ‘em. Then came that moment when one of ‘em fell an’ all Ah could think was maybe that’s Remy. The barest edge o’ that thought was enough ta get me into the air.

Ah knelt by his body. Oh god, he was so young. Maybe as young as Jaime. Thin an’ wiry. His right leg was twisted under him. His eyes stared up into nothin’. There was a trickle o’ blood at the side of his mouth. While Ah watched, it mixed with rain and flowed off. His hair was soaked through. Blonde. Ah turned away, squeezin’ my eyes shut.

The rest of ‘em were still on the roof, lookin’ down. They were frozen. It was my fault. Ah rose into the air, feelin’ sick. The least Ah could do was get ‘em down. Water rolled down my hands, fallin’ off my fingers in oily droplets.

They saw it in my face when Ah landed on the roof. Two guys, a girl an’ Remy. As much as Ah wanted ta cry, Ah couldn’t. Too many years o’ pretendin’ Ah didn’t care. Goth girls don’t cry and they sure as hell don’t cry in public.

Remy’s eyes were shadowed, but his shoulders were stiff. Ah held my hand out ta him, but there was nothin’ Ah could say, we both knew that. He folded me into his chest an’ rested his chin in my hair. Water trickled off his face and snaked down mine, still warm.

“Philip,” Ah sighed. It wasn’t our tree, but it would have ta do.

“What?” He was immediately on guard again. “Who’s Phillip?” He shook me a little. “Qui c’est ça (who is that)?”

Ah didn’t know what he was talkin’ about. Boys were crazy. Even if Ah lived a million years Ah’d never understand ‘em.

“Look!” one of the guys shouted. “There’s someone down there!”

Sure enough there were two people standing over the boy’s body. One Ah’d never seen before: tall an’ slim with dark hair and a long coat, but the other was Julien, Ah’d have bet anythin’. Julien seemed ta be holdin’ one of the boy’s arms out so the other man could inject somethin’ into it.

“Can ya get down without me?” Ah asked the others. Ah barely waited for their nods before Ah shouted ta Remy ta hold on and tore towards the ground.

He sprung off my back, turning a somersault in the air an’ hittin’ the man in the coat squarely in the chest with his feet. He landed on his hands an’ sprung backwards, rightin’ himself. The syringe skittered outta the man’s hand, landin’ on the lawn ten feet away. Instead o’ tryin’ ta get it back, the man rounded on Remy with a snarl. Ah had ta believe he’d be okay at least for awhile.

Ah knocked Julien away from the boy. He fell heavily on the ground, tried ta stand up, lost his footin’ an’ fell again. “What the fuck do ya think you’re doin’?”

“I told you t’ go home, Rogue. I tried t’ warn you!” he had ta shout ta be heard over the wind an’ rain.

“What’re ya tryin’ ta do ta this boy, Julien? Cain’t ya leave him in peace?”

“Y’ don’t understand, Rogue. You’re not from here.”

“Ah know how people are supposed ta treat each other, Julien! That’s the same in New Orleans as it is anyplace.” A quick glance told me that the people from the roof were almost ta the ground and Remy seemed ta be holdin’ his own against the tall man. “Where’s Bella, Julien?”

“Left her back on de road. It was just a little chloroform. She’ll be fine.” His voice sounded wild. “She can’t get involved wit’ dis. She deserves t’ be free. We both do.”

“It’s a little late for that, don’tcha think?”

Next comes the part that Ah still see when Ah close my eyes. The boy on the ground lurched to his feet, leg draggin’ an’ one arm hangin’ limply at his side. He shambled into the night like Frankenstein’s monster.

“Too late for a lot o’ t’ings,” Julien said mournfully.

 

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