Chapter 22
The time wasn't long from now. Soon she would be on the other side of the world. She blinked away the tears, and wiped away the ones that escaped. "So...can you send us some postcards?" Tymmie joked, his arm around her. "I don't know." She leaned on his shoulder. Stanton, Cassandra, Tymmie, and Chris were the people that she would miss the very most.
Of course she would miss them all, but Stanton was her brother, Cassandra was her best friend as a girl, Tymmie and Chris were her best friends as boys. She checked her inner wrist, where she had placed her watch. 10:30 p.m. "Damn!" She exclaimed. "What?" Tymmie asked. "I have to leave at midnight damnit! I can't believe this!" Tymmie checked the time over her shoulder. "You still have time."
She sighed. "Tymmie, time goes faster when something's on the line." He covered her wrist with his hand, and put it down. "Don't look at that thing for the rest of the night. That's why time's going so fast." She nodded. "Oh Tymmie! I don't want to leave! But I just wanted to ignore my damn evil side for just one night!" "I know Angel." She laughed. "But, this is what it's gonna cost me."
"Angel, relax, okay? You still have the rest of the night to say good-bye." She nodded. "I'm only going to do it individually." He nodded. She looked up, and grinned. "Any last minute things you want to say to me?" He looked down, and thought long and hard. "No." He said at last. "Except that you're my best friend, and you mean—" He stopped for a second, then continued. "More to me than any friend I ever had."
She smiled tearfully, then got up. It was a small rooftop in Detroit, and it was a dark, rainy night. He got up, and stood above her, his broad chest in her face. She threw her arms around his waist, hugged tightly, then burst into sad tears. "Ditto." She whispered. He held back, just as tightly. He stroked her hair...for the last time...for the last time...for the last time kept on running through her mind. To that end, she pulled back, and quickly kissed his cheek.
She had wanted to do more. Her curiosity always made her wonder what it would be like to kiss him, even...But she didn't want to anger him on what could be their last day together. So, taking the final step, she drew a deep breath, and said, "Goodbye Tym." She burst into his mind, and shot out every last memory of her. Before she could start crying again, she disappeared, realizing she had just changed many things in his life.
She snuck into Yvonne and Kelly's apartment, and before they could say anything, she gave them bear hugs, and shot herself out of their minds. She did the same thing to Karyl and Murray next door. Her lower lip trembled, but she refused to cry. Not until she had to say goodbye to Stanton. She said goodbye to Chris very briefly the night before, because he had to leave to look for the scroll. So all she had left, was Cassandra.
She snuck into the house, then looked carefully for Cassandra. She peeked into her room, and smiled at her sleeping best friend. She gently walked in, and looked around at what was a pretty adequate home for a while. She looked at Cassandra. So peaceful. She didn't want to see her wrinkled up in discontent. So, she merely leaned over, kissed her almost sister on the cheek, then took away all memories.
She tiptoed out, and prayed that Stanton wasn't asleep, as she looked next door, she found her wish hadn't come true. She studied her brothers face, then looked at the table beside him. There was a golden frame, with her favorite picture inside. The entire gang all crowded at the beach, Stanton in the center. It practically symbolized who they were. Rachel took the picture, and tucked it away, then leaned over her brother.
She deepened his sleep for a second, so she could give him a big hug, stayed there for about two minutes, then let go. She almost checked her watch, but remembering Tymmie's words, she picked it off, and stuffed that into her jeans too. If she wanted time to go fast, she would save it for later. She took a deep breath, cursed at herself, then pushed herself completely out of her brothers mind, tears set free at last.
She slowly picked out each memory, altering them as she had the others. She had taken out so much of his life...she mentally slapped herself, then remembered that it was all for the best. Wait...what if she did come back? It would sure as hell be a rough time convincing him who she was. A black vortex opened in the floor. It was time. The Atrox had convinced her that the others would be taken to another place.
She had already chosen L.A. There couldn't be anything there that they couldn't deal with in Detroit. She swallowed, and stepped into the hole, reality escaping her for a second, then she was going to the other end of the earth, with absolutely nothing. She felt the air escape her lungs as she was stripped of all her powers but the mental ones. She closed her eyes, then a sudden thought came to her. What if Tymmie fell in love? Then, she disappeared.
The time wasn't long from now. Soon she would be on the other side of the world. She blinked away the tears, and wiped away the ones that escaped. "So...can you send us some postcards?" Tymmie joked, his arm around her. "I don't know." She leaned on his shoulder. Stanton, Cassandra, Tymmie, and Chris were the people that she would miss the very most.
Of course she would miss them all, but Stanton was her brother, Cassandra was her best friend as a girl, Tymmie and Chris were her best friends as boys. She checked her inner wrist, where she had placed her watch. 10:30 p.m. "Damn!" She exclaimed. "What?" Tymmie asked. "I have to leave at midnight damnit! I can't believe this!" Tymmie checked the time over her shoulder. "You still have time."
She sighed. "Tymmie, time goes faster when something's on the line." He covered her wrist with his hand, and put it down. "Don't look at that thing for the rest of the night. That's why time's going so fast." She nodded. "Oh Tymmie! I don't want to leave! But I just wanted to ignore my damn evil side for just one night!" "I know Angel." She laughed. "But, this is what it's gonna cost me."
"Angel, relax, okay? You still have the rest of the night to say good-bye." She nodded. "I'm only going to do it individually." He nodded. She looked up, and grinned. "Any last minute things you want to say to me?" He looked down, and thought long and hard. "No." He said at last. "Except that you're my best friend, and you mean—" He stopped for a second, then continued. "More to me than any friend I ever had."
She smiled tearfully, then got up. It was a small rooftop in Detroit, and it was a dark, rainy night. He got up, and stood above her, his broad chest in her face. She threw her arms around his waist, hugged tightly, then burst into sad tears. "Ditto." She whispered. He held back, just as tightly. He stroked her hair...for the last time...for the last time...for the last time kept on running through her mind. To that end, she pulled back, and quickly kissed his cheek.
She had wanted to do more. Her curiosity always made her wonder what it would be like to kiss him, even...But she didn't want to anger him on what could be their last day together. So, taking the final step, she drew a deep breath, and said, "Goodbye Tym." She burst into his mind, and shot out every last memory of her. Before she could start crying again, she disappeared, realizing she had just changed many things in his life.
She snuck into Yvonne and Kelly's apartment, and before they could say anything, she gave them bear hugs, and shot herself out of their minds. She did the same thing to Karyl and Murray next door. Her lower lip trembled, but she refused to cry. Not until she had to say goodbye to Stanton. She said goodbye to Chris very briefly the night before, because he had to leave to look for the scroll. So all she had left, was Cassandra.
She snuck into the house, then looked carefully for Cassandra. She peeked into her room, and smiled at her sleeping best friend. She gently walked in, and looked around at what was a pretty adequate home for a while. She looked at Cassandra. So peaceful. She didn't want to see her wrinkled up in discontent. So, she merely leaned over, kissed her almost sister on the cheek, then took away all memories.
She tiptoed out, and prayed that Stanton wasn't asleep, as she looked next door, she found her wish hadn't come true. She studied her brothers face, then looked at the table beside him. There was a golden frame, with her favorite picture inside. The entire gang all crowded at the beach, Stanton in the center. It practically symbolized who they were. Rachel took the picture, and tucked it away, then leaned over her brother.
She deepened his sleep for a second, so she could give him a big hug, stayed there for about two minutes, then let go. She almost checked her watch, but remembering Tymmie's words, she picked it off, and stuffed that into her jeans too. If she wanted time to go fast, she would save it for later. She took a deep breath, cursed at herself, then pushed herself completely out of her brothers mind, tears set free at last.
She slowly picked out each memory, altering them as she had the others. She had taken out so much of his life...she mentally slapped herself, then remembered that it was all for the best. Wait...what if she did come back? It would sure as hell be a rough time convincing him who she was. A black vortex opened in the floor. It was time. The Atrox had convinced her that the others would be taken to another place.
She had already chosen L.A. There couldn't be anything there that they couldn't deal with in Detroit. She swallowed, and stepped into the hole, reality escaping her for a second, then she was going to the other end of the earth, with absolutely nothing. She felt the air escape her lungs as she was stripped of all her powers but the mental ones. She closed her eyes, then a sudden thought came to her. What if Tymmie fell in love? Then, she disappeared.