Chapter 23 (A/N: If you review this chapter, DO NOT write any spoilers in it! Thank you! You people better enjoy this! I had humongo writer blocks to make this plot!)
Stanton opened his eyes to a wet cloth on his head. He looked around. His bedroom? Why was he here? On his left, was Rachel, flipping through one of his old motorcycle magazines. Before she could even notice him, he realized what she had last said to him. He would definitely have to pay Serena back. As he absently reached into his pocket, he realized that he didn't have the necklace anymore. Did Rachel take it?
Impatiently, he pounded his questions at her. "Did you take something out of my pocket? What do you mean we loved each other more than anyone? Who are you anyway? Who are you searching for? Is it me?" By then, she had put the magazine back. "Yes, I gave it to Serena. And we did. I'm someone who's made a lot of mistakes. And yes, it was you. Does that cover everything?" She asked with an innocent smile.
He shook his head. She laughed at his wide eyed, confused face. "All right, I'll get more in depth. The choker fell from your pocket when you fainted, and your thoughts said that you got it for Serena. And the answer that should explain everything else, You DO love me, and I love you." His eyes widened, but before he could deny it, she began her long story.
"Eight years ago, I committed a treasonous crime to the Atrox, and I was banished to the other side of the world. The Atrox would have banished me completely if it weren't for your pleas, so my alternate punishment was ten years to find you again without the ability to change into shadow and rush to Detroit, where we were living at the time by the way. And if I didn't reach you in time, then we would have both been outcasts for the rest of eternity. And since you were asleep when my time came, I stole your memories."
When she finally finished, Stanton tried desperately to take in what she had said. "I noticed that you've got yourself a steady girlfriend." She said grinning. "That makes me more happy for you than anything." He drew back, confused. "But, if you–and if I–'' She cut him off, "Don't get me wrong, we love each other. Very much."
She held his hand. Following his instincts, he squeezed it, caressing the back with his thumb. "But perhaps I haven't been very clear as to how we loved each other." She looked back up at him. And he knew. "We're brother and sister." Suddenly, memories shot their way into his brain. Sitting on the castle balcony once more, and still holding her hand. Judging by her face, it was after he said he loved her, "U're da bes bwovor ever."
While he sat there, viewing memory after memory, Rachel sat there with tears in her eyes. How could she have let him end up going through a thing like this? What kind of sister was she? When he violently squeezed her hand, she knew that he was done. It was still a long time before he said anything. "Please say something." She whispered pleadingly. He jumped from the bed, furious.
"How could you do this to me?" He said, pacing angrily. "I thought that I was doing the right thing at the time!" She explained desperately. "I figured that maybe if you thought that you had always been alone, then it wouldn't be as bad because you would have been used to it." He turned back to her. "Don't you remember what I said?" He questioned angrily.
She nodded. "You said you were willing to be patient so long as I came back. I couldn't take that chance!" She now let the tears flow, tears that had been held back for so many years. He was still pacing, but his own tears began to brim. "It would have been the hardest thing that you'd ever go through," "NO!" He turned back, the tears now slowly releasing. "This is! I'm hurting now because of what you put me through!"
She stood up. "And you have no idea how much I regret it now! Dear god, Stanton! I've had to spend eight years, traveling the world, looking for you. Being all alone, and no one to lend my affections to, because I couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop searching. I refused to let you feel that way. Yes, it hurt knowing that you wouldn't recognize me, but it would have hurt far more if I thought you feel as alone as I did."
Just then, his thoughts came to a stop, and he realized what she had said. His sister had returned. He practically ran to her, and threw his arms around her, embracing her as hard as he could. She returned the hug, and burst into tears. When she felt a wetness on her blouse, she pulled back, shocked to see her mighty champion in tears.
"Stanton, please don't cry! I lose all my faith when you do that." He shook his head. "They're happy tears' you idiot!" He said laughing, and wiping away a tear. "I'm sorry Stanton." She said sadly. "I'm sorry too." She smiled, and squeezed him tightly. Returning the hug, he sighed, and once more, cried silently. (A/N: I've finally brought my story to its climax. And Rachel is finally here. Oh God! Its cry-land in here!)
Stanton opened his eyes to a wet cloth on his head. He looked around. His bedroom? Why was he here? On his left, was Rachel, flipping through one of his old motorcycle magazines. Before she could even notice him, he realized what she had last said to him. He would definitely have to pay Serena back. As he absently reached into his pocket, he realized that he didn't have the necklace anymore. Did Rachel take it?
Impatiently, he pounded his questions at her. "Did you take something out of my pocket? What do you mean we loved each other more than anyone? Who are you anyway? Who are you searching for? Is it me?" By then, she had put the magazine back. "Yes, I gave it to Serena. And we did. I'm someone who's made a lot of mistakes. And yes, it was you. Does that cover everything?" She asked with an innocent smile.
He shook his head. She laughed at his wide eyed, confused face. "All right, I'll get more in depth. The choker fell from your pocket when you fainted, and your thoughts said that you got it for Serena. And the answer that should explain everything else, You DO love me, and I love you." His eyes widened, but before he could deny it, she began her long story.
"Eight years ago, I committed a treasonous crime to the Atrox, and I was banished to the other side of the world. The Atrox would have banished me completely if it weren't for your pleas, so my alternate punishment was ten years to find you again without the ability to change into shadow and rush to Detroit, where we were living at the time by the way. And if I didn't reach you in time, then we would have both been outcasts for the rest of eternity. And since you were asleep when my time came, I stole your memories."
When she finally finished, Stanton tried desperately to take in what she had said. "I noticed that you've got yourself a steady girlfriend." She said grinning. "That makes me more happy for you than anything." He drew back, confused. "But, if you–and if I–'' She cut him off, "Don't get me wrong, we love each other. Very much."
She held his hand. Following his instincts, he squeezed it, caressing the back with his thumb. "But perhaps I haven't been very clear as to how we loved each other." She looked back up at him. And he knew. "We're brother and sister." Suddenly, memories shot their way into his brain. Sitting on the castle balcony once more, and still holding her hand. Judging by her face, it was after he said he loved her, "U're da bes bwovor ever."
While he sat there, viewing memory after memory, Rachel sat there with tears in her eyes. How could she have let him end up going through a thing like this? What kind of sister was she? When he violently squeezed her hand, she knew that he was done. It was still a long time before he said anything. "Please say something." She whispered pleadingly. He jumped from the bed, furious.
"How could you do this to me?" He said, pacing angrily. "I thought that I was doing the right thing at the time!" She explained desperately. "I figured that maybe if you thought that you had always been alone, then it wouldn't be as bad because you would have been used to it." He turned back to her. "Don't you remember what I said?" He questioned angrily.
She nodded. "You said you were willing to be patient so long as I came back. I couldn't take that chance!" She now let the tears flow, tears that had been held back for so many years. He was still pacing, but his own tears began to brim. "It would have been the hardest thing that you'd ever go through," "NO!" He turned back, the tears now slowly releasing. "This is! I'm hurting now because of what you put me through!"
She stood up. "And you have no idea how much I regret it now! Dear god, Stanton! I've had to spend eight years, traveling the world, looking for you. Being all alone, and no one to lend my affections to, because I couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop searching. I refused to let you feel that way. Yes, it hurt knowing that you wouldn't recognize me, but it would have hurt far more if I thought you feel as alone as I did."
Just then, his thoughts came to a stop, and he realized what she had said. His sister had returned. He practically ran to her, and threw his arms around her, embracing her as hard as he could. She returned the hug, and burst into tears. When she felt a wetness on her blouse, she pulled back, shocked to see her mighty champion in tears.
"Stanton, please don't cry! I lose all my faith when you do that." He shook his head. "They're happy tears' you idiot!" He said laughing, and wiping away a tear. "I'm sorry Stanton." She said sadly. "I'm sorry too." She smiled, and squeezed him tightly. Returning the hug, he sighed, and once more, cried silently. (A/N: I've finally brought my story to its climax. And Rachel is finally here. Oh God! Its cry-land in here!)