Disclaimer- well the characters are all mine but one. The situation is not mine but the details are. All I have to say is take/use what you like, leave what you don't. And remember broke college student, don't sue.
Author's ramble- alright I am not doing Raven comment, I am just suffering from writer's block and well this idea popped into my head. I will finish Beka's Story, soon I hope!
A/N- lots of name and personalities are made-up. I think you will figure the rest out. (Earth, parents, only/last son/child)
My Babies' Eyes
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My son I have nothing that I can give,
But this chance that you can live.
I pray that we'll meet again.
Deliverer Us- Prince of Egypt
(This lyric is where I got the idea)
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I don't know when he finally woke up. But I can see his eyes starting to open. He is almost a man. I couldn't remember his exact age. Years blended in the camps. He had to be at least sixteen, maybe a few years older. Mother's are supposed to know these things but I didn't know how old my baby was, my last living baby.
The rest of his brothers and sisters lied buried in the mass graves that lined the camp. I had moved here to protect them but one by one they died. All but him, and now they wanted to take him away from me. They would never get my baby. I would die to protect him like I couldn't protect my other babies. Sometimes I forget what each individual face looked like.
Was Nicholas the redhead or was it Krishna? No Krishna had the same blue eyes as Shay. Those blue eyes that turns almost aqua when they are plotting something. No when Shay is plotting. Krishna doesn't plot anymore. She died last winter, killed by some unnamed illness. Illnesses don't have names they all mean the same thing, death. Death has many names here though. Neizchiens, Magog, illness, accident, and an accident. The death stacks up till there are only the dead and the dying.
Why does my baby have to be among them now? He will go on that ship, he will be taken away. Soon I will receive a yellow envelope saying that he died. There will be no reason given. None needed. Just a few cruel lines written on that horrid sheet of yellow paper tell all you 'need' to know.
Why such a bright color to bring the message of death? Why were the claiming papers green? The color paper they were now waving in front of my husband. Green it was once my favorite color but at some point I have grown to hate it. I hate so much here. So much has been taken from me. I will not let them take my last joy. I will not let my spark of hope be replaced by another sheet of yellow paper. They will not take my boy. I promise you this.
He is fully awake now. How long has he sat there staring at me with those blue eyes, the same eyes as his dead sister. I can not bear to lose another set of those eyes. I miss the brown, hazel, and blue eyes that once filled this place. It was small but not too small. Now the small size seems too big. It is wide and open, with too few bodies. The cold air fills it at night. They will not leave with him. I will not live with my last child gone. I could not stop the ones who went before but I will stop this one from being taken from me.
He is sitting up. Asking me what is happening with his eyes. What do I respond with? I glance at the back of my husband and turn to my son, my last child. I swallow thinking of my last words to him.
My thoughts are broken by laser fire. I turn and look into his eyes. "Run," He nods and takes off. He slides through the hole in the back of our home, our shack. He turns back, asking me why I don't follow. The guards are entering our house now, stepping over Jonathan's body. I motion with my head for him to continue on. His eyes where full of pain but he swallowed and turned and ran. I looked at the fleeing head of my baby. Goodbye Seamus, I will always love you. I then turned and looked into the eyes of the guard that was now standing above me. "He is free, and he will always be free!"