Author's notes: A little warning here, character dead. Many thanks to all
reviewers.
Kiwi: Thank you for your enthusiastic review lol. You're not at all demanding.
Natasha: Hmm, yes, what caused their illness, good question. It will be answered in the next chapters. I'm glad everything is okay with your English teacher. I hope you can forgive me for what I've done in this chapter *smiles sheepish*
Erin: Lol, lot's of weird persons around here on FF net, yep. We all just love to torture our favo characters and write stories about it. Welcome to the club.
Jamileigh17: thanks that you decided to comment. I will check out your site, that's a promise, I love reading more PTL stories. Any chance of you posting them here on FF net?
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After days passed, the Legacy members grew more desperate by the minute. Alex only left the computer when she needed some sleep, and even that
was something she did rarely. Derek never left the side of Nick, who slipped into a deep coma. And Rachel kept searching for a remedy, while watching her daughter's
every move.
More and more kids were becoming ill in San Francisco and the hospitals couldn't cope with the amount of sick children. Derek knew they were missing a clue or something. He sat there in the hallway, watching Nick as he played the facts in front of him. The sick children were in the age between ten and eighteen. All different
races, different backgrounds. They had absolute nothing in common. Who would want to make these children sick? They were in the prime of their life's, the next generation. And at that moment it hit Derek with all of it's force. The next generation! That was the similarity between these children, they were going to be the adults of the future. Somebody, for some reason, didn't want them to be adults. He immediately called Alex, explaining what he had found out.
Nick didn't know what was going on outside the small little world what his head provided. He had flashes of memories. Some good, some very evil.
He saw Julia, with her sweet smile, laughing at him, dressed in a beautiful cocktail dress. Her eyes glistered with the love for him.
She reached out for him. Nick wanted to touch her, to feel her, but when he finally did, he felt a cold wet body. He screamed, falling on his knees, when he saw the only women he ever trusted, hanging like a scarecrow, glaring at him with big dead eyes. Nick's heart broke when he had to relive that moment again so many years ago.
He remembered last Christmas, spending it with the whole group, including Kat and Philip. He felt very happy at that moment, filled with love and peace. Surrounded by his chosen family. And he fought against the blackness that surrounded him, a battle he didn't or couldn't win.
Derek saw the battle taking place. He didn't need to be a psychic to know what was going on inside that pale head of Nick. And again he wished he could touch Nick, comfort him. But the doctors wouldn't let him. Derek tried reasoning, begging, exploding. But the answer remained a definite no! Derek just kept smiling, being stubborn as Hell. At sometime the doctors would agree with him, being so tired from Derek's whining.
This was taking to long. All the children in San Francisco were dying and nobody could do anything about it. Only the Legacy could.
But even the Legacy was powerless now. And that stupid computer couldn't come up with anything. Alex sighed. She was sitting here for weeks now, searching for something, searching for nothing. Kat was in a coma now too, just like all the other children. Rachel was desperate and Derek was exhausted. The house was falling apart
and there was nothing she could do about it. Alex looked up startled when the phone rang, she was so lost in thoughts she forgot where she was. She picked it up when she saw Derek's number.
"Derek, how are........"
Derek's voice interrupted her, thick with emotions.
"He's gone Alex."
Who's gone?, she thought. But when Derek broke down in tears, she knew. Her heart broke, silent tears streaming over her cheeks. Memories flooded her mind.
His smile, his face when he discovered he was right, the way he had protected them all so many years. She hung up the phone, in shock, she didn't know what to say to Derek right now. Her desire to speak left her. Then she dialled the only one she could talk to, the only one who understood her like he had. She waited to hear his comforting voice, thick from his accent.
"Philip Callahan speaking."
She broke down and told her friend the awful news.
The funeral was hold in silence. Everybody was in shock, grieving. Even the weather was sad, dark clouds gathered the sky, mist surrounded the graves.
Only the camera of the journalist, who had sneaked in, made a soft clicking noise.
Rachel tried to comfort Derek, but failed to do so completely. She was crying, to sad to be of any help to anyone. The psychiatrist was lost in her thoughts, and couldn't care for anybody else for the first time in her life.
Philip was holding Alex, comforting her. The journalist observed it all and wrote it down. He could see the headline already, 'Family morns over first child died of the
epidemic'. It was going to be a hell of a story. Or maybe the headline: 'Luna Foundation lost his member by epidemic'. Hmm, sounded good too.
Philip stood there, by the small grave, waiting for the others to disappear quietly. He looked up to the sky, tears streaming, disappearing with the rain that poured down from the dark sky.
"Why did you do this, why would you take him, after all this? Do you call yourself a God?"
But there was no answer, only the soft dripping of the rain. Philip walked away, head bowed, returning to his new home on Angel Island.
The journalist shot one last picture, the picture that was going to be on the front page. The picture of the headstone on the little grave, covered with
flowers.
Here lies my son and our dear friend,
Nicholas Boyle Rayne,
The protector has found peace.
Kiwi: Thank you for your enthusiastic review lol. You're not at all demanding.
Natasha: Hmm, yes, what caused their illness, good question. It will be answered in the next chapters. I'm glad everything is okay with your English teacher. I hope you can forgive me for what I've done in this chapter *smiles sheepish*
Erin: Lol, lot's of weird persons around here on FF net, yep. We all just love to torture our favo characters and write stories about it. Welcome to the club.
Jamileigh17: thanks that you decided to comment. I will check out your site, that's a promise, I love reading more PTL stories. Any chance of you posting them here on FF net?
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After days passed, the Legacy members grew more desperate by the minute. Alex only left the computer when she needed some sleep, and even that
was something she did rarely. Derek never left the side of Nick, who slipped into a deep coma. And Rachel kept searching for a remedy, while watching her daughter's
every move.
More and more kids were becoming ill in San Francisco and the hospitals couldn't cope with the amount of sick children. Derek knew they were missing a clue or something. He sat there in the hallway, watching Nick as he played the facts in front of him. The sick children were in the age between ten and eighteen. All different
races, different backgrounds. They had absolute nothing in common. Who would want to make these children sick? They were in the prime of their life's, the next generation. And at that moment it hit Derek with all of it's force. The next generation! That was the similarity between these children, they were going to be the adults of the future. Somebody, for some reason, didn't want them to be adults. He immediately called Alex, explaining what he had found out.
Nick didn't know what was going on outside the small little world what his head provided. He had flashes of memories. Some good, some very evil.
He saw Julia, with her sweet smile, laughing at him, dressed in a beautiful cocktail dress. Her eyes glistered with the love for him.
She reached out for him. Nick wanted to touch her, to feel her, but when he finally did, he felt a cold wet body. He screamed, falling on his knees, when he saw the only women he ever trusted, hanging like a scarecrow, glaring at him with big dead eyes. Nick's heart broke when he had to relive that moment again so many years ago.
He remembered last Christmas, spending it with the whole group, including Kat and Philip. He felt very happy at that moment, filled with love and peace. Surrounded by his chosen family. And he fought against the blackness that surrounded him, a battle he didn't or couldn't win.
Derek saw the battle taking place. He didn't need to be a psychic to know what was going on inside that pale head of Nick. And again he wished he could touch Nick, comfort him. But the doctors wouldn't let him. Derek tried reasoning, begging, exploding. But the answer remained a definite no! Derek just kept smiling, being stubborn as Hell. At sometime the doctors would agree with him, being so tired from Derek's whining.
This was taking to long. All the children in San Francisco were dying and nobody could do anything about it. Only the Legacy could.
But even the Legacy was powerless now. And that stupid computer couldn't come up with anything. Alex sighed. She was sitting here for weeks now, searching for something, searching for nothing. Kat was in a coma now too, just like all the other children. Rachel was desperate and Derek was exhausted. The house was falling apart
and there was nothing she could do about it. Alex looked up startled when the phone rang, she was so lost in thoughts she forgot where she was. She picked it up when she saw Derek's number.
"Derek, how are........"
Derek's voice interrupted her, thick with emotions.
"He's gone Alex."
Who's gone?, she thought. But when Derek broke down in tears, she knew. Her heart broke, silent tears streaming over her cheeks. Memories flooded her mind.
His smile, his face when he discovered he was right, the way he had protected them all so many years. She hung up the phone, in shock, she didn't know what to say to Derek right now. Her desire to speak left her. Then she dialled the only one she could talk to, the only one who understood her like he had. She waited to hear his comforting voice, thick from his accent.
"Philip Callahan speaking."
She broke down and told her friend the awful news.
The funeral was hold in silence. Everybody was in shock, grieving. Even the weather was sad, dark clouds gathered the sky, mist surrounded the graves.
Only the camera of the journalist, who had sneaked in, made a soft clicking noise.
Rachel tried to comfort Derek, but failed to do so completely. She was crying, to sad to be of any help to anyone. The psychiatrist was lost in her thoughts, and couldn't care for anybody else for the first time in her life.
Philip was holding Alex, comforting her. The journalist observed it all and wrote it down. He could see the headline already, 'Family morns over first child died of the
epidemic'. It was going to be a hell of a story. Or maybe the headline: 'Luna Foundation lost his member by epidemic'. Hmm, sounded good too.
Philip stood there, by the small grave, waiting for the others to disappear quietly. He looked up to the sky, tears streaming, disappearing with the rain that poured down from the dark sky.
"Why did you do this, why would you take him, after all this? Do you call yourself a God?"
But there was no answer, only the soft dripping of the rain. Philip walked away, head bowed, returning to his new home on Angel Island.
The journalist shot one last picture, the picture that was going to be on the front page. The picture of the headstone on the little grave, covered with
flowers.
Here lies my son and our dear friend,
Nicholas Boyle Rayne,
The protector has found peace.