Forever and Ever, Kid

by EchoNotes

Metias, June's brother, had promised. Until I was tired of seeing him, he had said, he would be there to support me. To help me. He had lied. This is a brief part of Legend that I felt was missing, though slightly changed from tthe book.

I'm totally procrastinating. Sorry. I should be writing my Percy Jackson FanFic, but I'm rereading Legend and thought this was a missing piece, even though it was explained later, its not ever really shown. This is written from the POV of Metias.

Forever and ever. That's what I had told June. I had promised to be there for her when she needed me. And she would need me now. More than ever now that I knew the truth.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself to my feet, pain shooting up my arm where Day had stabbed me. Gasping, I leaned against the alley wall. The world spun around me, making me feel dizzy. I leaned against the wall for a second more for support, and then I gritted my teeth. I had to go. To help hunt down Day and to warn June. I had to be there for her, I just had to.

Swaying slightly, I started towards the alley entrance. Then a voice called my name.

"Metias," Thomas said.

I felt my heart start to beat faster, and for the thousanth time, I wondered if he knew that I loved him.

I stand there, awkwardly, for a moment, but than Thomas stepped closer. I feel myself blush, a slight heat rising to my cheeks.

I took a step back, trying to give myself some room to think. But then Thomas stepped closer, and then he was in front of me. Kissing me.

Shock filled me, overwhelmed me. He loved me, like I loved him. Joy overcame the shock, and I kissed back. I couldn't think straight, but then a new, sharp burst of pain errupted from my chest.

I collapsed, feeling my life fading away even as I struggled to hold on. Darkness reached for me, and I sunk under. I started to let go. To let in to the dark. The death that wanted me so much.

But June.

I have promised her to be there for her.

I fought my way back up, and through a veil of pain, I head Thomas.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Simply two words. He had known of my love for him, and had used it against me. Took advantage of me. Bitterness filled my heart, but I still loved him. I had trained him to be loyal to the Republic, and that was all he was doing. Even if he betrayed me and June, and who knows who else he had hurt and betrayed.

But somehow I forgave him.

"Take care of June," I managed to say, with my last breath.

An hour later, Thomas showed up at June's door, Metias's blood washed off of his hands, but with a stain of riffle grease on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, June," Thomas said. "It was Day. He broke into the hospital and stabbed him. There was nothing we could do."