They're My Heroes
"I had a dream.
One day some bad men came to the house.
They were all dressed in black, they had guns.
They ruined the house, they broke everything in sight.
But I remembered Her, She rushed up to me and scooped me up in Her arms. She screamed that if they touched me, if they hurt me then they would regret it. She yelled that She would hurt them back and it would only be the beginning of their end if He found out.
He would. She would make sure they found out and I would do the same for Her if they hurt Her. After all He and She are my heroes.
But hurt me they did.
I remembered that they wrenched my arm so much that I cried out. They hit Her, I saw Her fall to the ground and I thought she wouldn't get up. I cried even more but they made me stop.
I remembered water.
A lot of water, crawled over me.
She was there, holding me, telling me not to be scared, not to be afraid.
She was crying too. I held Her back and said the same things, but it was hard.
The water rose, it sloshed over both of us and then we floated. I can swim, but not with the metal that chained me to Her. I can't help but be afraid.
Especially at the smiling faces on the other side.
But I didn't die.
The smiling faces turned to shock and horror. I saw red flying at me, but it never hit me. It splashed out before my eyes, like paint splattering on a wall.
She was screaming. Not in fear, in desperation.
She screamed for him.
There was a loud noise, a shattering of glass, then the water went away. She held me and then I saw where I was.
It was a dark room. One single light that barely lit the bodies sprawled on the floor, but I saw them. There was blood, it was everywhere. She held me in her lap and clutched me to her chest to prevent me from touching it.
I looked around, there was more light coming from an open door. They were both there, with their own guns drawn, but they had been too late. It wasn't their fault.
They looked shocked, not relieved. There must have been relief…but maybe it was all the blood on the floor and the bodies that shocked them so.
No. It was because of Him.
He was standing in the middle of it. He too was dressed in black, but I would never be scared of him. He's a hero.
He didn't move, something from both his hands dropped to the floor. He looked at us, but it was like stone, as if there wasn't anything inside him.
Then he did move and it was like a gush warm air blowing over me. And Her.
I felt something strong wrap around me.
I heard him say something.
"Never let anyone hurt you."
I think he cried.
Yeah. He did.
Which is weird cause heroes never cry.
That's my dream. Well…..they tell me it is one. But why do I think that it isn't?
I should believe what my parents tell me, right?"
Chuck just squeezed the young boy snuggled beneath his arm and nodded.
"Sure little guy…they're both heroes aren't they?"
Devon Casey yawned and nodded.
"Yeah they are Uncle Bartowski."
It wasn't long before he fell asleep.
His parents came back and Chuck slipped his arm away from around the small boy and rose from the bed. He didn't need to say anything to them, because they had heard.
He wasn't going to stay either.
It was time for John and Ellie to stay with their son. Stay for when he was able to hear the news of what had happened from their own lips.
The End