Warriors: The New Era.
Chapter Thirty: Motionless
This is a chapter I have been dying to write. Enjoy.
Sparkpelt looked up at the clean white building in front of her.
It was practically a mansion, with a huge black gate covering the premises.
On the sign above it said two simple words that she had memorized by heart.
Pinewodd Sanitorium.
She sucked a huge breath and opened the door, walking in.
The Lobby was clean and seveal people were waiting, sitting in chairs and watching TV that fixed into the wall.
She made her way to the front desk and smiled sweetly "Hi, I'm here to see Alderheart? He's in Room 2B..."
The lady nodded and typed in the computer "Are you family or friend?"
"Family," Sparkpelt nodded "I'm his sister, S-"
"Sparkpelt?" The Lady asked "It says on the record you came her last week."
"I just wanted to check on him again. It's not that I don't trust you guys it's just..." Sparkpelt stuttered and faltered "Can I please see him?"
The lady nodded, and typed in the computer "You can see him in twenty minutes. You can wait here, and at 8:00, they will come get you. How long are you here to visit?"
"Not long, maybe ten minutes."
The lady pointed at the chairs, where Sparkpelt sat, and waited.
Meanwhile, Lionblaze had recovered perfectly.
Mapleshade had left no permanent wounds in Lionblaze's abduction.
Speaking of which, her body was found and cremated soon after, under The New Captain Bramblestar's orders.
The house overjoyed with Lionblaze's return, and celebrated accordingly.
Foxleap had come out of the Foxcave with Pizza and Drinks. After several minutes of pleading, Half Moon allowed Jayfeather to drink.
He was dead drunk the next hour.
"WHY?! Do noses run, but feet smell! It's an injustice! A PLOT! HERESAY!" Jayfeather screamed, pounding his fists on the table, while everyone laughed.
Breezepelt was having fun, and while he avoided the drinks, he didn't avoid a drunken Jayfeather challenging him to a fight. All Breezepelt did was lightly shove him, and the gray haired man tripped on his own feet.
Lionblaze stood at the side of the joyous party, and was joined by Fernong a few moments later "Hey."
"Hey," Fernsong greeted.
"Listen, uh," Lionblaze scratched the back of his head "I...well I found out you are my son, by Midnight's help."
Said android was in an arm wrestle with Poppyfrost, and winning. Her lined face had a mix of rage and determination.
"So... how do you feel?" Fernsong asked.
Lionblaze scratched his stubble, grinning "I think...I oughta make up for all that lost time...son."
It warmed Fernsong so. Technically, he was his age, but technically, he was not. But no matter the age, it made Fernsong feel good to hear his father call him his son.
"Now if you'll excuse me," Lionblaze grinned "I have to attend to some more important matters."
Fernsong raied a brow as his father walked towards the stairs "More important then your son?"
"Very," Lionblaze smirked, as Cinderheart followed after him.
"What could be more important?" Fernsong hollered.
"Securing your future, my dear boy," Lionblaze grabbed Cinderheart's hand, as they travelled upstairs to Lionblaze's room.
Fernsong gagged.
"Ms Sparkpelt, Alderheart's room is ready for visitors," A nurse said politely, as Sparkpelt grabbed her bag and followed after her.
After many twists and turns down this prison in all but name, the nurse dropped her off at Alderheart's room "Now if you'll kindly excuse me, I must attend to my other patients."
Sparkpelt thanked her and opened the door.
On the side of the room was a young man, laying on a hospital bed, with heart monitors and IV's to the side of him. His eyes stared off into space, and he was drooling. He had long brown hair, which had not been cut in two years, and a surprisingly decent stubble. He looked dead, but the slght movement of his chest proved that death had not grasped him yet.
"Hey bro," Sparkpelt took a seat next to the bed "How've you been?"
Alderheart remained motionless.
Sparkpelt bit her lip "That's...good. That's very good. Are they treating you alright?"
Alderheart remained motionless.
"Well they better be," Sparkpelt lightly smiled "Um, I brought you some of your books from home. Granted home was a rooftop in Riven, but the books were kept safe from the rain. I had Lostface gather them and stash them in the docking districts."
She reached into her bags and pulled out a thich heavy book "Oh look! Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban! You never finished reading it, but now you'll have lots of time too. Go on, read it."
She placed the book gently on Alderheart's bed, right beside his leg.
Alderheart remained motionless.
Sparkpelt began to tear up, but she forced her tears down "Uh, everyone saying some nasty things about you. That you're the Assassins. You're not, right?"
Alderheart remained motionless.
"And if you were, you'd tell your sister...right?"
Alderheart remained motionless.
"I...I DON'T CARE, if you're the assassin or not! Just tell me!"
Alderheart remained motionless.
"SAY SOMETHING ALDERHEART! SAY SOMETHING!" Sparkpelt let her tears pour out, as her heart cracked again, watching her brother in his trance like state.
But alas, her brother remained Motionless.
Sparkpelt wiped her tears away and lightly hugged her brother, before standing up and making for the door. She looked back at her brother, hoping that Alderheart would call her back at the last second. After several seconds, that felt like decades for Sparkpelt, she closed the door and walked to the lobby.
Alderheart remained in his hospital bed.
Motionless.
All of a sudden, a word split the silence in the seemingly empty room. It was a faint and raspy voice.
"Alderheart."
Alderheart's finger twitched.
As the party died down, everyone went to their respective rooms, save for Breezepelt and Poppyfrost, as the two sat at the dinner table discussing things of random qualities.
"So, why did you become a bully?" Poppyfrost asked "I remember all throughout Freshman year how much Jayfeather hated your guts. And-"
Breezepelt held his hand up to silence her "That's enough. I don't need anymore blasts from the past."
"I'm sorry I just...wanted to know..." Poppyfrost fell silent.
Breezepet sighed "You know of Jayfeather's history with his father, right?"
"I'm one of the only ones who do," Poppyfrost reminded, folding her hands on the table.
"Well...Crowfeather isn't just his father..." Breezepelt admitted.
"Well yeah, Lionblaze and Holly...leaf...oh..." Poppyfrost widened his eyes in shock.
Breezepelt nodded "Yeah. He is my old man too. Except...well...except he never got rid of me. He kept me around. I guess he saw me as a second chance at fatherhood. And...and I hated it. Every time he looked at me, he saw someone else. He got this far away look in his eyes...I hated this look. To know that he only kept me because He didn't keep the Dunderclan Trio. I always hated being pitied."
Poppyfrost smirked and rose her glass of whiskey "Yeah...true that be."
Breezepelt looked at the candle resting on the middle of the table "Life is injustice on it's own. Our lives aren't fair. We shouldn't be celebrating because we busted Lionblaze out. Any of us could die tonight. That's how life works you know. That's why my guard is always up. I'm always watching the treeline. Because we're targets know. We could be killed tomorrow and we couldn't do a damn thing about it. So...that's why I was a jerk and asshole to everyone. That's why I spent years taking things for myself, and focusing on self pleasure because I feared death so much that I wanted to at least, try everything before I go. But now I see, what makes you happy,Is making other people happy. The secret of life...people change people. Jayfeather changed me. So...maybe I can change some people."
"Well spoken," Poppyfrost nodded "Hey how are you and Heathertail doing?"
"We're doing well," Breezepelt grinned happily "I'm...actually gonna ask her to marry me."
"Wait REALLY?!" Poppyfrost rose her hands in celebration "Well congratulations ya big tough guy!"
Breezepelt nodded, pulling a small silver ring from his pocket "Yeah...later though. Once this is all done. You should find someone. And not that hulk of a guy who I've seen parading around with you and Lostface."
"Our relationship is NOT like that," Poppyfrost shrugged "I don't love that bastard. Well, I do, but not romantically. He's a brother."
"A brother you've slept with," Breezepelt smirked.
Poppyfrost smirked wider "OH like YOU are one to talk! Heathertail, Ms Brindleflower, Me, that girl from Argentina, Smo-"
"WOAH WOAH WOAH, Back up!" Breezepelt shouted, mouth wide open "Excuse me? I don't recall that we ever-"
"You were drunk," Poppyfrost curled her lip "Or high, I can't remember."
Breezepelt shook his head, before pointing at her up and down "I've never actually been THAT drunk or high. No offense."
"Uh, how is that NOT offensive?!" Poppyfrost gestured to herself "You missed out, honey. And if it makes you feel better, you really weren't that impressi-"
"OKAY!" Breezepelt grabbed his root beer bottle and rose it "Here's to me NEVER remembering that encounter!"
"And here's to me trying to forget," Poppyfrost rose her bottle and they clinked together.
"As I was saying," Breezepelt started "You should find someone."
Poppyfrost shrugged "I've sworn to celibacy. It's only fucks I'm getting, and no legal statuses."
"Shame, I've seen they way you've eyed Fernsong," Breezepelt nodded.
Poppyfrost grinned "Yeah. But he has to go to the future. He doesn't belong here."
"Hey you said it yourself, you're just looking for fucks," Breezepelt shrugged.
"He's not gonna. He's too...nice to do that," Poppyfrost sadly sighed.
Breezepelt sighed "Hey...do you wanna talk about, Jayfeather?"
Poppyfrost rose her brow in panic "Why?!"
"You know why," Breezepelt huffed "I...I think I may have an explanation to why he's being so...so...so not himself."
Poppyfrost looked on in confusion, slowly taking deep breaths in relief, as Breezepelt explained "You remember how the Moonstone changed Lionblaze? Made him more corrupted and more susceptible to his negative emotions? What if...that's what's happening to Jayfeather?"
"You mean you think he's been tampered with?" Poppyfrost asked.
Breezepelt nodded "Yeah, I do. What if this is Rock, messing with his head by a moonstone or some such magic bullshit?"
"It's a possibility, and I'll look into it," Poppyfrost tapped her fingers against the glass bottle.
Breezepelt sighed "I'm going to go to bed. I suggest you do so to."
Poppyfrost nodded, and as she made her way down to the basement, Breezepelt called her back to say one thing.
"I was wrong doing things for self pleasure. Being selfless, is perhaps the greatest choice I ever made. You should think of settling down."
Poppyfrost did not reply as she sunk lower and lower into the basement.
Breezepelt sighed.
His target sighed.
A man in a black hoodie laid watching in the bushes. He had been stalking this man for so long, and was watching him through the glass window. He had only several more minutes before the nerd realizes his security system was hacked.
He saw his target stand up out of the dinner table's chair, and toss his bottle into the recycling bin by the cooking island. He then traveled out of sight to where the stalker assumed he was locking the back doors.
Time to rush.
The stalker sprinted to the front door, slowly opening it and closing it. He silently dashed behind the cooking island, and stayed out of his target's sight. He heard Breezepelt's boots collide with the hard wooden floor, and he peeked out from the side to see Breezepelt lock the front door and close the blinds. He then shut off the lights and trudged upstairs, to his room.
The Stalker stood up, and slowly opened the kitchen drawers one by one, until he found what he was looking for. With a gloved hand, he pulled out a smooth butcher's knife, and slowly made it up the stairs.
At the end of the hallway was Breezepelt's room, the door was slightly ajar. The hallway's lights were out, and the only light came from Breezepelt's room. The Stalker silently walked down the hallway, knife in hand. When he made it to the door, he heard the room's bathroom sink turn on, and the sound of Breezepelt scrubbing his face.
He slowly opened the door, turning to his right to see Breezepelt, through another open door, hunched over the sink, washcloth covering his face.
The Stalker grined, tiptoeing closer and closer to Breezepelt.
Until Breezepelt turned around with a sawed off shotgun pointed straight at the stalker.
"Oh, ain't that just a shame," Breezepelt grinned at his stalker and would be assassin, shotgun staring right down the man's head.
The Man's face paled, his long black hair swept back into his hood, and when he realized what was pointed at him, he began to stumble back, slowly walking away.
"I wasn't lying when I told Poppyfrost that my guard is always up," Breezepelt grinned, stepping forward aggressively as the stalker turned around and stumbled back, arms up in surrender.
"No wait! You weren't supposed too...WAIT!" He dropped the knife, only for Breezepelt to hit him across the face with his gun. The man grabbed his swollen cheek, and stumbled back into the hallway, tripping on his own feet.
"You clearly aren't a professional," Breezepelt smirked as he etched forward, an evil grin on his face.
The stalker was at the stairwell now, and Breezepelt kicked the man down the stairs, and he tumbled won ins shock and surprise.
"Get outta my house, go on GET!" Breezepelt snarled, gun still at The Stalker's head.
The Stalker unlocked the front door and burst out, sprinting onto the driveway.
Breezepelt grinned, swinging the door open and following the man, shot gun still out "AND DON'T COME BAC-"
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30 bullets fired out of The Assassins' M60.
Breezepelt staggered back, each bullet hitting him square in the chest, legs, arms, and gut.
He gasped and convulsed, slowly trying to lift his shotgun, reflexively.
He felt the grip in his fingers loosen around the gun, and it fell out of his hands.
Breezepelt still stood there, eyes wide, and taking deep breaths. He coughed up blood slightly, and tried to take a step forward.
He slowly collapsed onto his knees, still trying to fight the oncoming abyss that was welcoming him. He saw the Assassin slowly walk out of his camping spot in the bushes, and get on a motorcycle, the mechanical monstrosity driving away into the night.
Breezepelt coughed sharply, tears forming in his eyes. He rasped for breath, as oxygen was slowly becoming harder and harder to get.
He slowly fell backwards and his back hit the concrete sidewalk, blood pouring out of him as he gasped for oxygen.
He heard the muffled voices of his friends cries, and someone shouting.
He felt someone grab his shoulder and pull him up.
Breezepelt tried so hard to fight for life. He tried to stay conscious, and tried to breath deeply...
He felt someone lift onto something elevated, and him being wheeled off.
He heard the sound of an ambulance, and the siren's wailing.
Breezepelt flinched at the bright light shining in his eyes.
He heard someone say he was going to be okay.
The Last Thing Breezepelt remembered before he slipped into unconsciousness, was that they were lying to their teeth.
But he appreciated the lie.
After two hours of groaning and wheezy rasps...
Breezepelt became motionless...
I don't know what to say after that...
Except that I am sorry.
Adios.
