An: This is one of my favorite parings of all time. My interpretation of Salt or SadieXWalt paring. This is my very first fan-fic ever so I'd like to apologize in advance, just in case it sucks. Reviewing would be so very appreciated! :) Thanks!
~ AlyNC96
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this story or anything to do with The Kane Chronicles... if I did I'd be one happy lady! :)
Dead Man Walking
She stared at him from across the huge living room. He's so gorgeous it's almost unfair, Sadie thought. Ever since he told her of his curse, in the tomb that day in Egypt, she had been waiting... no dreading the day that he just might …. Die. That was the first word to pop into her mind.
Every.
Single.
Time.
But Sadie forced herself not to think that way. Leave. That was the word she settled for. Walt turned to her and smiled. My God, he has lovely teeth. Sadie did her best to smile back. It worked for a whole second, but faded quickly. Walt didn't notice. Or at least Sadie hoped he didn't.
It's not like she wasn't trying to help the beautiful boy. She spent every minute she could get her hands on scrounging the library for something, anything, that would help. She didn't come any closer to an answer, a cure. She then, after nights and days and days and nights of searching, would feel bad that she was off task. They were supposed to be looking for a way to defeat, or at least keep at bay, the monster of chaos itself, Apophis.
Was she helping Walt?
No, not really.
Was she helping against Apophis?
No.
Was it selfish of her to put her own wants above the greater good?
Maybe, but it wouldn't be the first time she was called such a thing.
And it isn't like she meant to fall in love with the boy. No, that happened long before she was aware of any curse. Falling in love with Walt Sadie had no control over. And, really, that fact was no bother to her. The fact the Walt, her Walt, was dying a little more with every step he took;
The fact that he might go to sleep and never wake up;
The fact that she could do nothing about it;
That tore her up inside. He could go any minute, just drop right now if the curse felt like it. No. There was no way on this earth that she would stand for that. Walt better feel bloody loved right now! She would often think things like this on her long nights in the library. Some nights she would burst into tears. She was getting no were and running out of patience and time. She would calm herself down and the abruptly switch subjects.
You are no healer, she told herself, whether by some bloody curse or by Apophis' hand, Walt is a dead man walking without you. You might as well help in a way you know how.