Sorry for the delay for anyone who actually read this. :P I was busy working on some of my actual stories and got distracted. So yeah... here's what I've worked on since then :D
style="text-align:center;"Amma
Amma stood at the stove not moving. She tried cooking something, but her heart just wasn't in it anymore. She didn't know what to tell Mitchell. The man had already lost his wife, and now he had to lose his son. But, he was asleep though. It could wait. A day, a week. However long it would take him to notice Ethan was gone. It wouldn't be that long, she couldn't bring herself to tell him outright.
There was someone behind her. She turned to see Link standing there.
"Wesley…" He didn't ask. He had a good idea of what happened, and he didn't want to know or ask. He gently held Amma and put her into a chair. "My boy is gone…" she said quietly. Link brushed a few tears away from his own eyes.
"I know…" he said taking a seat next to her.
"What are we going to tell his father?"
"The truth?" he said unsure. There was no easy way to tell someone their son died. Especially the way Ethan died. Amma nodded. She knew it was what had to be done, but she didn't want to be the one to do it.
"Yes…" she said staring at nothing.
"I'm going to go to Ravenwood and… I don't know." Link laughed. There was nothing to be done. "You should try and get some rest…" She didn't say anything. She just continued staring off into space. He sighed and ripped away. Amma didn't react. She only sat, thinking. She had lost it all, The Greats, Ethan… There was nothing left for her. Slowly, she rose and disappeared into her room
Link
Link appeared outside Ravenwood. The gate was open, allowing him to enter the grounds. The hearse was parked near the house at the top of the drive. The house loomed down over him darkly. He climbed the steps to the door and knocked. John opened the door.
"Come on in," he said pulling the door open fully to let Link through.
"I…" Link wasn't really sure what to say or ask. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked around.
"He's gone." John shut the door.
"How is she?" John shrugged and looked up at the ceiling.
"I've got no idea. She hasn't left her room yet. Macon went up there awhile ago. He didn't stay in there long." There was a long silence where both stood there.
"What are we going to do?" Link asked. John just shook his head. There was nothing for any of them to do.
" I don't know if there is anything to do." There was a quiet cough. Liv was leaning against the wall watching the two.
"Read," she said holding up a book. Link stared at it.
"What is it?"
"A book," she said waving it in her hand.
"Did you find something?" John asked stepping forward to her. She shook her head.
"No. But, I figure we can find a way to help Lena. It has to be in some book."
"You can't bring the dead back," John said watching her.
"We can't bring Ethan back. But, we can find a way to help Lena with the New Order. Ethan won't have died for nothing then. We can work through the night." John nodded like it made perfect sense.
"Right. Let's do that then." Liv started to walk away with John following. "Come on Link," he said waving his hand. Link sighed. Books weren't his thing…
Lena
The sun was rising, shining into her window, bring the new day with it. And with that new day, a world without Ethan. The pillow had lost whatever trace of Ethan had been on it in the night. Lena could feel the tears already building up and raining from her eyes. She brushed them out of her eyes and looked around her room. The walls were almost empty. There were no poems, or sweet words written around. There was only Ethan's last message to her, and the word gone everywhere.
She sent out her mind, hoping maybe the night before had been a terrible dream. It never happened and Ethan would be waking soon to say good morning to her. He would tell her he loved her and that everything was alright. But she knew it he was gone. She knew that he was not coming back and she would never hear his voice again, or feel his presence in her mind.
She turned over letting the suns rays fall upon her back instead of into her eyes. She didn't want to get up, but she didn't want to go back to sleep. Her dreams… Her nightmares, were there waiting. It was funny, the dreams she had shared with Ethan in the beginning, it was him who was afraid of losing her. Now, she had lost him. She hadn't really thought he would end up dead, only hurt or afraid of her. He would leave her… Not die… And now, there was nothing she could do. She had not been there on his deathbed like the first time. She couldn't save him a second time. It was her fault he had almost died the first time. It was her fault he was dead for real this time. If only he had left her alone like she had told him when they first met, he would still be alive. Everything was her fault, and there was nothing she could do.
"Lena…" a soft voice sounded from her door. She opened her eyes to see her uncle standing in the door. "May I come in?" Lena said nothing, and made no movement to indicate it was alright. He came in and sat down on the bed next to her. He noticed a box sitting on the floor next to the bed wither Lena's necklace sitting on the top. "I know what you are going through Lena…" He rested his hand on her back.
"No you don't," she said in a muffled voice. She had her face in her pillow trying to find Ethan in it.
"I lost Ethan's mother because she was involved with me," he said calmly.
"Ethan sacrificed himself for my screw-ups," she said turned her head to breath. "It was all my fault. If I had never come here, he would be alive." The tears were beginning now and her words were becoming drowned. "Why couldn't it have been me? Or… someone else…" She barely got the last words out before she broke down completely. Macon wrapped his arm around her.
"I know," he whispered. "I wish it had been me. I have lived long enough. Ethan was far too young to die." He continued whispering reassuring words to her, stroking her hair and watching the sun rise higher into the morning sky. He wished there was something he could do, but he knew there wasn't. He couldn't tell her it wasn't her fault and expect her to accept that. He knew that she loved Ethan, and Ethan loved her. And because of Ethan's love, he gave his life to save hers and the world.
"What am I supposed to do Uncle M?" She asked finishing her sobbing. "I don't know what to do anymore…" He sighed and wished again that he could have an answer for her.
"Do what you have to. Ethan died for a reason Lena. He died so that you could bring the New Order."
"I don't know how… I have no idea what that means. How am I supposed to do that?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Ethan died so that I could screw up again. I can't even make his death mean something." A fresh wave of tears began rolling down her cheeks. She was angry with herself, but her anger was nothing compared to her sorrow. She felt dead. She had no will to move or do anything ever again.
"You'll have to find out on. I will do my best to help, but I have no idea what to do either. We are both in the dark on this." He gave her a kiss on the head and walked out leaving her to her thoughts and only her thoughts. Ethan was no longer in them.
Ethan
I wasn't sure where I was at first when my eyes opened. I felt cold, despite a bright light shining on me, that I assumed was the sun. Then I remembered I was dead. I had no idea if I had been asleep, or if I could even sleep being whatever I was. I held up my hand expecting to see through it, but surprisingly I couldn't. Maybe I was alive, I thought hopefully, knowing it wasn't the case. I reached out for L, but couldn't find her. She was blocked out. It probably had something to do with me being dead… I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing right now. I looked around and realized, I also had no idea where I was. I sure as hell wasn't in Gatlin anymore. I laughed. The first time I got out of the place, and it's because I was dead.
"Hello?" I called out hoping someone was there. I was surrounded by a blinding brightness. "Anyone?" I called out again. A figure appeared in the distance of the white blur and slowly came into focus.
"Ethan," it said sadly. "I wish I could say it was nice to see you again." The figure was clear now. It was my mother…
"Is this the other side?" I asked. She nodded.
"It is. And from here, we will help Lena."
"How am I supposed to help her from here?" I asked.
"By finding out what she needs to do, and then telling her." She wrapped her arm around me and led me into the white.
