Got bored,listening to a song(which was "Nothing" by the Script),and this happened. Set during when Bishop was on the stage,cause I don't remember which book that was.
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The night was crumbling around me. Everything was unraveling. Everyone was dying. All i could see were blurs. A million things were occuring at once,it seemed,and my mind was going at a breakneck pace. A survival instinct,I suppose. My senses were hightened, everything was absorbed at once,but nothing stuck.
Later if you asked me what I remembered,I could only recount hearing the screams,blurs of colors, my heart pounding in my ears,and him dying.
Bishop, the stage, Amelie in chains, Oliver a 'traitor', Sam managing to claw away from Bishop-all small unimportant details compared to what would happen next.
My hotheaded Snane sped toward Bishop with a silver coated stake,Bishop whirled,snatched Shane up by his neck.. A wave of fear and fury hit me and sprinted toward them. Unfortunately, Bishop is a lot faster than me.
Shane looked toward me and managed to yell,"I love you forever and always,Claire."
I knew it would be my last chance to tell him that while he was breathing,"I love you too Shane. Please,Bishop,don't!" But he only smiled and closed his finger around Shane's neck,and promptly crushed his trachea.
"NO! NO! NOO!" I sped up,tears clouding my vision,my throat burning from screaming so loud. I reached Shane's body and fell to my kness;I pulled him on my lap and held his head to my chest. "No,no,no. Shane,please.. I'll give anything,please don't take my Shane.." But I knew it was too late,and I closed his lifeless eyes.
I sobbed uncontrollably and my tears dripped softly onto his pale face. I didn't care the fighting was over,or that Bishop was just removed from the fight,or that everyone was staring at me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I wiped my tears from my face and stood up. I kept my back facing toward everyone else. My soul mate was just murdered in front of me;I was never going to be the same. Things were changed now. My love for Shane would never change though. I felt different;empty and hopeless. But I wasn't going to get depressed;I was going to stay strong,if not for myself then for Eve and Michael.
I turned around slowly and observed the sight in front of me indifferently. Michael crying and holding a weeping Eve; Oliver even looked solemn and respective of what had happened; Myrnin, for once, wasn't acting crazy,he was just standing there staring at the ground; Sam had Amelie wrapped up in a hug and I knew she was crying too. Not for Shane,but because she almost lost Sam. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. This didn't just affect me. And I needed to be there for the others,because they couldn't be there for themselves. I opened my eyes,made my way down the stage steps slowly and said the first thing I could think of:
"Great,now I have a headache." It was my attempt at humor and I failed; it could've been taken as I didn't care, but Michael and Eve knew I was trying to be strong and not that I was heartless. Michael gave me a broken smile; Eve stopped full-out sobbing; Amelie had that 'power' feeling radiating from her again; Sam gave me a smile that resembled Michael's; Myrnin grinned- like a maniac who's dog had died- sad but crazily; Oliver even gave a solemn smirk.
And I knew everything wouldn't be the same,but somehow we'd manage.
Merci,
-NothingnessAlchemist