Hello all! Welcome to chapter three of Beyond Help. I just want to thank
you for your reviews and to let you know that it is inspiring to know that
people read my stories.
Kikoken: Thanks for the review. I was trying to make it emotional. I was gonna make it a suicide fic, based upon Papa roaches, Last Resort, but I couldn't do that to Mokie ^^ so I changed it.
Kris: I know you know where I live, and that is why I shall update soon!
Meg: I'm glad you liked the story. I will make sure to update soon so that ya' can see what happens.
Uniswift87: Mokuba is my all time favorite character! Sadly, I like to torture him. Sorry. ^^
Mezu: More will come soon; I can only hope they are just as GREAT!
Ghjhg: I will continue until the end! Glad ya' like it!
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It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness.
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think of death, it must be killin' me...
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Beyond Hope
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Seto's heart lurched as the room got quiet. The workers stood and started to slowly pull at the door. It came down fast but they caught it and lowered it. Seto was the first one in the doorway. It was bad, the elevator caved in on itself. Mokuba was right at the front leaning against a wall. A large piece of metal was pinning his leg to the ground, from his position it looked like the metal went right through mokuba's leg.
Seto gasped and took a step back. Aside from the leg there was also blood dripping down his face and he was soaked. 'He must have been out in the rain. Why did he even come here anyway? Especially in a storm like this.'
One of the men pulled the flashlight away from Mokuba's face and pointed it to Seto.
"Sir, we shouldn't move him, we had better call an ambulance." Seto's face, if possible, went even paler.
"Shine the flashlight on Mokuba again." His voice was anything but steady. The man did as he was told and Seto checked for a pulse. Relief swam through him as he felt one, but it was weak. "Call" Seto swallowed, "call an ambulance."
"Right away, Sir." The man stepped aside and called 911. Meanwhile, Seto kept an eye on Mokuba. The room got quiet, accept for the labored breathing of the 10 year old. 'How could I let this happen? In my own company! This is terrible.'
"Seto?" He was broken out of his thoughts by a weak voice.
"Mokuba?" Sure enough, Mokuba's blue/gray eyes stared at him. They were half lidded and red rimmed, but they were Mokuba's eyes alright. "Just hang in there, Mokuba, an ambulance is on its way."
"Can we go to the beach?" Seto was taken aback, that was the last thing he expected Mokuba to say.
"Sure" He said, grasping Mokuba's hand. "We can go where ever you want." His little brother smiled weakly.
"I want to go to the beach, and, and, and I want to feed the seagulls, and play in the water. Can we do that, Big Brother?"
"Yeah, we can do that." Seto smiled back.
"Sir, we will go out and direct the paramedics here, alright?" He turned and nodded, watching the two men take their leave.
"I can't wait" Mokuba squeezed Seto's hand. "I've never been to the beach before, but I have heard l-lots of stories." Looking at mokuba's other hand; he realized that there was a piece of paper in it. He leaned forward and took it. Mokuba's gaze followed him. "Oh yeah" Mokuba coughed "I wanted to show you, I'm not expelled."
"That's good news, Little Brother" Seto said as he looked though the paper. Blood was dripped on it, and it was also pretty wet.
Suddenly the elevator shuddered, causing Seto to almost jump out of his skin. 'Whatever is holding it is getting weaker. Those damn paramedics had better get here quick.'
"Seto, I'm scared" Tear filled eyes, looked wildly around.
"It's okay, Mokuba. They'll get you out and you'll be fine. The only thing you have to do is stay calm, alright? Can you do that for me?" Mokuba nodded and then winced. 'Maybe I can get him free.'
Seto reached into the mess of metal to see if he could dislodge something, but before he could do anything the elevator slipped an inch and a sharp piece jammed into his hand. He tried to pull away but it only ripped his skin. Fighting back a scream of pain, he looked at Mokuba.
"Are you okay, Seto?" 'That's right, Mokuba can't see my hand. Should I tell him the truth, or would that scare him more?' "Seto?"
"I'm fine, Mokuba." Seto couldn't help but look away; he was so normally good at lying. Mokuba, on the other hand, had the habit of looking away whenever he lied, almost like he couldn't stand to lie, especially to him. Seto took a deep breath and tore his hand free, immediately wrapping it close to himself. Mokuba looked at him, concern evident on his face. "I'm fine, Mokuba." Seto repeated. "It's only a scratch." 'Yeah, scratches need stitched, this is just not my day."
After about another minute or so, the paramedics came rushing down the hall, one pulled him away from, Mokuba.
"What do you think you are doing?" Seto couldn't help but get angry.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but they need room, and by the looks of it, that wound needs dressing." He looked at his hand and sighed, putting it out so that the man could tend to it. "It will need stitches, but for now I will just bandage it, we need to get him out. Seto looked over, but couldn't see anything, there were five people blocking his view. Sighing, he watched with little interest as the man bandaged up his arm.
Things went by so slow for Seto. It seemed like hours that he stood, sweat shinning on his face. They had to bring in a saw and all sorts of other things to get Mokuba out, but they did. Walking over to the stretcher as they made sure his little brother was safely tied down, Seto put his hand on Mokuba's cheek. It was surprisingly warm, and he couldn't figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 'Or possibly a bad thing or a slightly better thing' He thought bitterly.
"Ya'promised" Mokuba slurred. Seto figured he was talking about the beach and stared warmly into Mokuba's pain glazed eyes.
"We will, Mokuba, we will." The paramedics rushed out and Seto followed in close pursuit. When they got outside, he was informed that he must ride in a different ambulance; there was no room in that one. He nodded and got in the other, his thoughts staying with Mokuba.
'What would I do if I lost him? How would I survive? He is all I have left, and I won't give him up without a fight.' Seto thought confidently. 'I will make sure that Mokuba and I get a chance to go to the beach, and I will spend more time with him, just as long as he lives.' His thoughts, again, turned grim. 'He won't die. He won't die. He won't die.'
He repeated it over and over until he got into the waiting room. Mokuba was rushed into surgery, and Seto got prepared for the long wait. 'He WON'T die, he CAN'T'
". He just can't."
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*Sniff* Aww. so sad. One more chapter left! Well, two, if you count the epilogue.
Thank you for all the reviews, and I hope that you liked the story.
Neff: Oh please, try sayin' that when you are sober!
A/N: Umm. rum -_-'
Neff: Pfft!
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!
Kikoken: Thanks for the review. I was trying to make it emotional. I was gonna make it a suicide fic, based upon Papa roaches, Last Resort, but I couldn't do that to Mokie ^^ so I changed it.
Kris: I know you know where I live, and that is why I shall update soon!
Meg: I'm glad you liked the story. I will make sure to update soon so that ya' can see what happens.
Uniswift87: Mokuba is my all time favorite character! Sadly, I like to torture him. Sorry. ^^
Mezu: More will come soon; I can only hope they are just as GREAT!
Ghjhg: I will continue until the end! Glad ya' like it!
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It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness.
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think of death, it must be killin' me...
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Beyond Hope
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Seto's heart lurched as the room got quiet. The workers stood and started to slowly pull at the door. It came down fast but they caught it and lowered it. Seto was the first one in the doorway. It was bad, the elevator caved in on itself. Mokuba was right at the front leaning against a wall. A large piece of metal was pinning his leg to the ground, from his position it looked like the metal went right through mokuba's leg.
Seto gasped and took a step back. Aside from the leg there was also blood dripping down his face and he was soaked. 'He must have been out in the rain. Why did he even come here anyway? Especially in a storm like this.'
One of the men pulled the flashlight away from Mokuba's face and pointed it to Seto.
"Sir, we shouldn't move him, we had better call an ambulance." Seto's face, if possible, went even paler.
"Shine the flashlight on Mokuba again." His voice was anything but steady. The man did as he was told and Seto checked for a pulse. Relief swam through him as he felt one, but it was weak. "Call" Seto swallowed, "call an ambulance."
"Right away, Sir." The man stepped aside and called 911. Meanwhile, Seto kept an eye on Mokuba. The room got quiet, accept for the labored breathing of the 10 year old. 'How could I let this happen? In my own company! This is terrible.'
"Seto?" He was broken out of his thoughts by a weak voice.
"Mokuba?" Sure enough, Mokuba's blue/gray eyes stared at him. They were half lidded and red rimmed, but they were Mokuba's eyes alright. "Just hang in there, Mokuba, an ambulance is on its way."
"Can we go to the beach?" Seto was taken aback, that was the last thing he expected Mokuba to say.
"Sure" He said, grasping Mokuba's hand. "We can go where ever you want." His little brother smiled weakly.
"I want to go to the beach, and, and, and I want to feed the seagulls, and play in the water. Can we do that, Big Brother?"
"Yeah, we can do that." Seto smiled back.
"Sir, we will go out and direct the paramedics here, alright?" He turned and nodded, watching the two men take their leave.
"I can't wait" Mokuba squeezed Seto's hand. "I've never been to the beach before, but I have heard l-lots of stories." Looking at mokuba's other hand; he realized that there was a piece of paper in it. He leaned forward and took it. Mokuba's gaze followed him. "Oh yeah" Mokuba coughed "I wanted to show you, I'm not expelled."
"That's good news, Little Brother" Seto said as he looked though the paper. Blood was dripped on it, and it was also pretty wet.
Suddenly the elevator shuddered, causing Seto to almost jump out of his skin. 'Whatever is holding it is getting weaker. Those damn paramedics had better get here quick.'
"Seto, I'm scared" Tear filled eyes, looked wildly around.
"It's okay, Mokuba. They'll get you out and you'll be fine. The only thing you have to do is stay calm, alright? Can you do that for me?" Mokuba nodded and then winced. 'Maybe I can get him free.'
Seto reached into the mess of metal to see if he could dislodge something, but before he could do anything the elevator slipped an inch and a sharp piece jammed into his hand. He tried to pull away but it only ripped his skin. Fighting back a scream of pain, he looked at Mokuba.
"Are you okay, Seto?" 'That's right, Mokuba can't see my hand. Should I tell him the truth, or would that scare him more?' "Seto?"
"I'm fine, Mokuba." Seto couldn't help but look away; he was so normally good at lying. Mokuba, on the other hand, had the habit of looking away whenever he lied, almost like he couldn't stand to lie, especially to him. Seto took a deep breath and tore his hand free, immediately wrapping it close to himself. Mokuba looked at him, concern evident on his face. "I'm fine, Mokuba." Seto repeated. "It's only a scratch." 'Yeah, scratches need stitched, this is just not my day."
After about another minute or so, the paramedics came rushing down the hall, one pulled him away from, Mokuba.
"What do you think you are doing?" Seto couldn't help but get angry.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but they need room, and by the looks of it, that wound needs dressing." He looked at his hand and sighed, putting it out so that the man could tend to it. "It will need stitches, but for now I will just bandage it, we need to get him out. Seto looked over, but couldn't see anything, there were five people blocking his view. Sighing, he watched with little interest as the man bandaged up his arm.
Things went by so slow for Seto. It seemed like hours that he stood, sweat shinning on his face. They had to bring in a saw and all sorts of other things to get Mokuba out, but they did. Walking over to the stretcher as they made sure his little brother was safely tied down, Seto put his hand on Mokuba's cheek. It was surprisingly warm, and he couldn't figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 'Or possibly a bad thing or a slightly better thing' He thought bitterly.
"Ya'promised" Mokuba slurred. Seto figured he was talking about the beach and stared warmly into Mokuba's pain glazed eyes.
"We will, Mokuba, we will." The paramedics rushed out and Seto followed in close pursuit. When they got outside, he was informed that he must ride in a different ambulance; there was no room in that one. He nodded and got in the other, his thoughts staying with Mokuba.
'What would I do if I lost him? How would I survive? He is all I have left, and I won't give him up without a fight.' Seto thought confidently. 'I will make sure that Mokuba and I get a chance to go to the beach, and I will spend more time with him, just as long as he lives.' His thoughts, again, turned grim. 'He won't die. He won't die. He won't die.'
He repeated it over and over until he got into the waiting room. Mokuba was rushed into surgery, and Seto got prepared for the long wait. 'He WON'T die, he CAN'T'
". He just can't."
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*Sniff* Aww. so sad. One more chapter left! Well, two, if you count the epilogue.
Thank you for all the reviews, and I hope that you liked the story.
Neff: Oh please, try sayin' that when you are sober!
A/N: Umm. rum -_-'
Neff: Pfft!
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!