Prologue
Alex ran through the empty streets. Her bare feet made the dead city echo with the sound of splashing water. Her pale silk dress was soaked and so was her black-brown hair and both plastered to her body.
The tears of the sky continued falling; hard and fast. They fell, for Alex could no longer cry.
Thunder rolled and with it his name was brought once more to her lips. She kept screaming until her throat was raw. Then she screamed again.
Lightning streaked across the sable night and lit up a world she could not, would not see.
The lightning ran even when her legs gave out and she was sent sprawling on the ground gasping and choking for air that refused to come.
Her hands scraped the dirt, digging in as she pulled herself to her feet. Her dress was torn and dirty now but that was the least of her problems.
Nothing mattered but him.
She had to find him.
She had too save him.
It didn't matter that she would be too late.
It didn't matter that she had failed.
All that mattered was him.
Slowly, forcing her numb. tired. bruised legs to carry her forward, Alex ascended the hill.
She forced herself to walk among the ruins of the once shining metropolis. She forced herself-even though she knew-to enter a destroyed brick structure. She climbed the twisted, sharp, wreck of what was once stairs. She climbed until finally she reached the door like always.
A simple, mahogany door stained red-brown and black with dried blood and soot.
She pushed it and it fell open with a loud crash. She looked at the ruined furniture, stalling for once, and understanding the loss. Then she carefully picked her way though the rubble. The water pooled and poured through the ruined, collapsed ceiling.
She pressed forward until she reached a mostly intact room.
She opened the door and crossed to the bed. She fell upon it with a weak flop. Her hands moved-knowing their destination without her bidding.
They moved to brush beautiful chestnut curls off an angelic face that was marred with splatters of blood. Her other hand curled in the boy's. His skin already ivory was pale and cold as death now. She had been too late coming back again this night. Again.
He wouldn't open his beautiful brown eyes anymore, not to plead and not to whisper loving comforts. Again.
It was hopeless now that he was gone.
She closed her eyes and cried.
She couldn't save Mason, again - I want to say this. I hate the new FFN format. Please review. No Flames or you will be banned. I will find a way. -I.N.K.