DoW
It seems how the death itself was taking all his body. He never was so scary, never. He cannot move his body. He cannot believe his own son made this to him, all those years at his side, since Brandon was a little child.
-What the hell did you follow me?- Brandon told him his father.-I can not stay with you.-
-Think in your sisters….in your mother. That poor woman. - Garfield said.
Bradon put his hand over the chest of his father and healed him.-Please do not search me, I will be fine.- The healing was draining a lot of his energy.
-Not leave us.- Said Garfield – I do not want to lose you…We can help you….my son….If I made a mistake I ca…..-Garfield did not finish to talk, only see the face of his son.
Brandon continued healing without answer him.
-You will be okey in few days. - Bradon stand up-I love dad, tell Mary and mom I love them. But I do not belong here.- Garfield could see how red marks appear in the body of his son. It was the last thing he could see before losing the conscience.
Brandon realized he was severely wounded. His right arm has deep wounds and he can not feel the left hand. He was tired, the battle against his father has exhausted almost all his force.
-Shit, I am sleepy.- He spoke to a small black crow that was waiting him outside.-Almost all my energy is gone, I need to rest.- He fell to the floor.
The small crow flied to his young master and disappears with him.
It was a golden day.