Galla stared in
horror at the seen before her. "No." she whispered. "No no no no
no." She looked at the still form of the brunette lying on the rocks,
bloody with cuts. Scenes began flashing before her.
She was in a room. It was torn
apart. Blue, teddy bear wallpaper was peeling off the wall in strips. It looked
to have been cut by claws in a set of five. The baby crib that usually lay
against the wall in the back of the room was in the middle completely torn
apart. Lying towards the left side of
the pile, in the midst of the bloodied remains of what had been a mattress,
were the remains of a body. It was a young infant's corpse that lay there. It
had been savagely ripped apart and what parts that were whole were torn with
scratch. They too were in sets of five.
Galla held her head crying. She
screamed in agony. The dead infant, the blood she new she had washed off her
face and arms the day that had happened, thinking she had just cut herself. She
was a murderer. A killer. She had taken three lives now. She didn't deserve to
live. She wouldn't any longer.
Getting up, Galla ran with all her
strength, running as far away from the bridge as she could get. Running and
running. She ran along the gorge as far as she could. Going on and on Galla
could have run for hours. She wasn't new to running, but something made her
stop.
There was another bridge and on it
was a woman. Galla watched in horror as the lady stepped onto the rope railing
of the bridge. She had to do something. Totally forgetting that she had just
been in the same position, Galla gently stepped onto the bridge. The lady was
about to step over when Galla called out. "Wait! Don't do it!" The lady stared
at her.
"Why shouldn't I? I don't have
anything to live for anymore!" Galla was beginning to panic.
"Of course you do everyone does. You
have to have a reason to live."
"How do you know?" The lady asked.
"I don't. But just come down and we
can talk. I promise if I can't convince you not to do this then I'll walk away
and you can do what you like." Galla was slowly walking toward the lady as she
talked. "Hey my names Galanna. Please just come talk to me?" The lady looked
from the ground to Galla and slowly stepped off the edge. Gently leading the
lady Galla went to a grassy patch next to the bridge and sat down. The woman
sat next to her. "What's your name?"
"My name is Linda." She said barely
above a whisper.
"Well Linda… Why were you going to
jump?" Linda looked as if she was going to say something then stopped.
"Why should I tell you if you wouldn't
understand?" Galla snorted.
"You have NO idea how much I
understand. Anyway how can it hurt? Might as well tell me."
Linda took a deep breath, seeming to
ponder weather to tell this child or not. "I…I…I used to have the perfect
life," she began. "Great parents and a brother; a loving husband and a perfect
daughter. My job was perfect I was an orphanage worker. About three months ago
my husband and children were killed in a car crash. My boss decided that I
wasn't sane enough to work with the kids so she fired me. Then last week my
mother died, my father is now legally insane, and my brother was shipped to
Iran in the army. I have no job, the only money have is what wasn't taken by
the four funerals and the payments for the asylum. Is that all the information
you wanted? Now since you probably don't have anything to argue about go so I
can end in peace!" Galla sighed. What argument could she bring up? There was a
slow plot forming in her mind though. I
hope it's enough she thought.
Speaking slowly Galla voiced the
only objection, and hope the woman had. "What about the kids? If you think
about it instead of killing yourself you could start another orphanage so there
would be more places available. Or you could speak to people about making a
difference in the world or about depression." Please let this work! Galla prayed silently to the god she had
never believed in. Please just let her
have the will to live, for her own soul.
Linda inhaled a short breath and
sighed. "I remember when my mother would tell my brother and I tales of
mythical creatures. We used to beg them out of her, sometimes able to keep her
telling for hours. She told us fables, Greek and Roman myths, even the
occasional make up of her own. But the one, the most saddening one, I remember
was of a boy and his unicorn." Galla was wondering how this would help anything
but she kept listening, not wanting to break the woman out of her trance.
"IT was about a little boy who one
day saved a young unicorns life. The creatures mother had been killed by
hunters wanting her horn. The boy nursed and fed the unicorn until it grew into
a beautiful stallion. Then one-day the boy's mother became ill and died. The
unicorn still being young didn't understand what death was but he knew that the
boy's mother was gone along with the boy's heart.
The unicorn watched his master and
saver for weeks; watching as the boy also got sick. Wishing for the family to
be happy once again, the creature found where the boy's mother had been buried
and gave the woman his life force, holding back just enough so that he would be
born again as all unicorns were.
Later, from up in the clouds, the
beast looked down to see the boy happy and content." Galla listen to the story,
her eyes brimming with tears. But an idea hit her. Trying might not work at
all, or it could kill her but she had to try. Standing up abruptly Galla
wrapped an arm around Linda and gave a quick squeeze. "I have to go. But I hope
you've changed your mind. You don't know it but you've helped me more then I likely
helped you. Thank you and farewell." Quickly leaving before Linda could process
what she had said, the young mutant ran as fast as she would back to the place
she dread most at the moment. The bridge where she had, only an hour ago, tried
to take her life. I must be batty she
thought, but I'll either fix this or die trying.
Reaching her destination Galla
scrambled down the rocks. Picking her way towards Kitty, she was stopped by
three, steel, claws at her throat. "Haven't you done enough damage around here
already?" A gruff voice asked her. Galla looked around frantically try to see
if Aurora was there, only to realize that her sister was nowhere in sight.
"I want to help" Galla said flatly.
Wolverine moved his claws a few inches back but they were still dangerously
close.
"Why should we believe you? We
trusted you before and you got half-pint killed." His voice had the feeling
ice, sending chills through her entire body. She looked at all the face that
were at the site, all of them filled with pain, but it hurt most to look at
Alex. She knew she had hurt him badly even before this. Sighing Galla knew what
she had to.
"Because I'm your only hope." She
stated flatly. Logan looked at her seeing that she was serious he let her pass,
though he still glared at her. Galla took three deep breaths preparing herself
for what was to come. Please God let this
work for them Galla once again prayed to the God she had never believed in.
Turning to Evan she said, "If I die
tell Rorey I love her and I love you too." Galla began to shift. Everyone
blinked, and where the beautiful young girl had been, stood a tall and
magnificent Unicorn. As if floating the beast went to the fallen Kitty and
touched her forehead with its horn. A bright light followed, temporarily blinding
everyone in the valley. Galla felt herself change back; everything went dark.
~*~
Well people! The
second to last part of it is done! I doubt any of you are reading this, but if
you still are thanks a bunch! I'm really sorry that it took so long, school
recently started and I've been swamped, let alone not in the right mood to
write. Oh I keep forgetting to add a disclaimer so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these
characters except Galla. The plot is mine and I ask that you please receive
permission from me to use Galla or any the plot from my story or at least
credit the plot to me. If you happen to read my story then find it adding
something to your own plot, then feel free to use it.
