hiya! This is my first power of five fanfic! Please review! Ok, a little intro before the story, however unpleasent, please bear with me here, THIS IS IMPORTANT!
This fanfic is set on pages 161-162 of Necropolis. (If you haven't read Necropolis, you might not want to read this.) The timeing is set when Matt, Richard and Jamie are driving to Scar's house. The story is told from Jamie's POV. I highly doubt this would have happened, but OH WELL!!
ok, that's it! enjoy the story!
I had a quick glance at the River Thanes before it was swallowed up again by traffic. We were in London, Matt and Richard obviously weren't awed like me. But then again, they had lived here their whole lives. I had only just arrived. We were traveling down quite an ordinary road when Matt suddenly stiffened.
I followed his gaze to a radio mast with a sign to King's Collage Hospital. I was about to ask him what was the matter, when I saw the look on his face. It was a look of shock, anger, and guilt, but mostly, sadness. I wondered what he was thinking. I decided to take a chance, and lept into Matt's mind.
Inside was the most amazing mind I ever went into. He was thinking, 'I know this place.' And memories. So many memories. They slid by me slowly. One was of going to the hospital that had held his attention. He had been seven that day. Another one was of a boy, Graham Fleming. I watched them with interest; I had never gone inside Matt's mind before.
I saw a memory, that if you went, just a little farther, it would be at house 32 with a green door and a cracked front step. I saw a memory of his parents leaving, while he watched them drive away. Another was of his dream all of them drowning. Of his parents funeral. Of his aunt, and her boyfriend. Another one, only this time, the boyfriend was beating him. Him meeting Kelvin. One was of the warehouse, of Kelvin, and his own hands full of blood.
There were mostly sad memories, too many for a boy of only fifteen. I struggled to get out, but I couldn't. Sometimes this happened, and I was trapped. I saw more memories. They kept coming faster and faster. They were worse now, I could actually feel the emotion. Suddenly, they changed.
They were of Lesser Malling. I felt anger at Noah, the hired hand. I was exhausted. I saw Tom Burgess dead, killed viciously. Saw how he'd writen Raven's Gate in his own blood. Saw the whole ordeal at Raven's Gate. I was shocked, I had had no idea he'd gone through so much.
Why had he kept silent? The images changed drastically. I saw Peru. I saw him meet Pedro. I saw him running away from police and dodging gun shots.
But worst of all, worst than anything, I felt the pain when the King of the Old ones cut him down and left him for dead. It was like being shot, only ten times magnified. It was also worse because the pain was on the inside, and no medicine could dull it. Suddenly, I was fiercely glad that he was the First, not me. I don't think I could have fought that pain, or so much of it.
More often then not now the images would race by me without me seeing them. I saw one, of him writing in his journal. I managed to catch a glimpse of what he was writing. It read, 'I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to be a part of it.' I immediately felt guilty. I'd never thought about it before.
All of a sudden, I was back in the car; nothing had changed. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a car slammed into the side of the car.
I was thinking of writing some select sections from Jamie's POV as well. Please review and tell me what you thought! Did you love it, did you hate it? should i write more? I don't care what you say, say "Hi!" for all i care, JUST REVIEW!!!!!
