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Chapter 3-Mort
He knelt down in order to touch the newly made tombstone for his sister's grave when behind him he heard the distinct noise of an explosion. Instinctively he sprang up and made a beeline for the source of the disaster. The rest of the family lagged back behind him unable to meet his amazing running speed.
"Oh God!!!" he thought beseechingly, "Please tell me that isn't where Sam and Nik are…."
By the time he reached his destination, he was completely out of breath and had to stop a moment by a tree to catch his breath. He opened his eyes to review his surroundings.
What he saw made his blood turn icy cold. An olive toned feminine hand was flung in front of his very eyes. He began to take short, heavy breaths. His heart began to beat at an erratic pace. All the blood rushed to his head and he had to take a better grip of the tree before he collapsed right there and then….
He already knew who it was but nonetheless he had to see her face to make sure it was true.
His beautiful cerulean eyes moved up the out flung hand. Excruciatingly slow. Her fingers were curled into a fist. Dirt caked her entire hand and was bent in an impossible unless broken position. He neared her face but couldn't bring himself to see it. He chose therefore to examine the damage done to her body. Her left leg was unrecognizable. No longer did it look like one of her limbs but more a burnt piece of meat. Her right leg faired better but not by much. It was undoubtedly broken but also burnt in many places. It looked like some evil mind had decided to cut off patches of her skin. He began to dry heave. Next was her torso. She was completely exposed after having had her clothes blown off in the explosion.
He reached out to touch her once perfect belly. Only blood was noticeable. He took a wooden splinter that had been lodged in her upper torso. Not that it would have done anything. Finally it was the moment of truth.
He looked into her bruised face and saw her empty unseeing eyes staring back at him. It caused a shiver to run up and down his spine. Her mouth was frozen in a cry and her cheeks had long gashes in them. And then there was her hair. Her beautiful raven hair. Once so silky and soft. Now various pieces of debris were stuck in it. At the center a large chunk was missing. He cupped her face with his shaking hand.
"Sam….." he managed to whisper. It felt like a baseball was lodged in his throat as he attempted to keep away the imminent tears.
With his free hand, he rested his index finger on her pulse. There was nothing.
"Sam……" he whispered again but with more urgency.
He couldn't keep the tears at bay any more…..Tear after tear came rolling down his face as he grieved for the woman who once held his heart and as he realized in that moment still held in a vice grip.
"Come back to me." It was getting harder and harder for him to talk, "I…..I…..LOVE…..YOU….You can't do this to me….I promise I will make it up to you."
It felt like someone had reached inside him and was systematically ripping his heart to pieces…..Crushing it….
"I will put you first….Scout's honor….I don't care how many times you want me to do bubble baths….I will do it for eternity if you just came back…..Dancing…We can dance every day if you so please….I don't even care if you talk none stop for the rest of our lives…..I will do anything right now just to hear your sweet voice….Sam….Just please open your eyes….." He took hold of her shoulders and shook it roughly…Sam…..His Sam couldn't be dead…She was resilient…Could do anything and still come out OK….She was a feline….She had freakin nine lives…
Jason refused to believe that those lives had finally been concluded.
A restraining hand rested on his shoulder.
"Jason….Son…She is gone….There is nothing you can do to help." It was Alan who had spoken.
Jason shrugged off his hand.
"Dad…." It was a quiet but heartfelt plea from his estranged son.
"You have got to help her….Sam….She has nine lives….Like a cat….She is not dead as yet….You are a doctor….One of the best…..Do something…."
Jason looked to his father like a lost little boy in need of his parents.
Alan wanted to do something….He would have done anything for his son….But he knew realistically what Jason was asking for was impossible….She was dead.
"I can't….." he replied softly.
Jason removed his gaze from his father knowing that he couldn't. He looked into Sam's face. He was completely holding her tiny body in his arms. He wanted to protect her but knew it was far too late…And it was all his fault….Again….She had done so much for him and all she had asked in return was unconditional love. He had failed to provide it and in the end she had ultimately died for him.
He raised his trembling bloody fingers to her opened eyes and closed them knowing this was the last time he was going to see her caramel brown eyes. He brushed a lock of hair from her face as the heavens above opened up. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. Sob after sob ripped through Jason Morgan shaking him to the core as the rain around them increased in intensity. Whoever had done this to his girl was going to feel his wrath. They would know how it felt to have your limbs ripped from you….Alive….
He held her in his arms, rocking back and forth…..
The end
