Chapter 10
Thorn opened his eyes, painfully. He had such a great dream...Becky was alive and they had gone on his first date. He looked at the cold earth below and spat blood. It had been a tough trip through the desert, and now he knew he would surely die. Maybe he could join her. He heard a sniffle and felt suddenly alive with amazement. Almost afraid to look, he muttered her name and raised his eyes.
"Becky?"
And there she was, an angel amidst the bedlam, moonlight caressing her graceful form tenderly. She stood with her back to him, facing the ominous sphere of the full moon, a brilliant orb that ripped the infinite blankness of the sky in two, threatening to swallow everything into it's mily luminescence. She was, as always, a temptation. The heaven he had always strived to achieve that somehow always slipped through his fingers like cupped morning dew, leaving him only to long more for her and contemplate his faults. And now, despite the tumult that ensnared everything around, they were alone.
He had struggled against physics, and the strain that had consumed him, the screaming pain that had torn at his muscles for so long now he had displaced as irrelevant. She was all that mattered to him now. She was the one thing preventing his death...or perphaps, driving him to it. He struggled to walk closer, but found himself collapsed once more. Whether he had been stricken down by fatigue or overcome by her beauty was anyone's guess. But he rose once more, pushing with all his might to overcome the sweat, the blood that now streamed freely from his wounds, salty, on his lip. However much he squinted he could not see her wings, couldn't feel the phantom winds that raced along the crater-littered, blackened landscape pull one of her feathers accross his face, though he knew somewhere above her haunting silhouette was a halo. Or at least, one would be there soon.
She turned her head to him, an ironic smile on her face defying the shining tears that were slipping down her face to meet her perfect lips. She knew, as he did now. His eyes widened with fear and realization. Oh God, no...God...no. That isn't the moon, he told himself. That isn't the moon! He reached for her and called her name.
"It's Buu..." She whispered, taking his hand and pulling him to her. They stood, despite the horror behind, in each other's arms, looking into each other's eyes. "It's over...he's going to destroy the world. I can feel it." More tears fell from her face. Thorn wiped them with his hand gently and kissed them away.
"Are you afraid?" He asked her, moving close.
"Yes...but it makes me feel better to be here with you. I-"
"Don't be. It might be the end of the world now..." His voice was pained and sad. "But I wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else. And my life will be complete after I tell you one thing."
Becky took his hands. They were close now, looking deep in each other's eyes and disregarding everything around them. Thorn put his arms around her waist, and she put hers around his shoulders. He rubbed her back gently while he spoke.
"I love you Becky. I have since I first looked into those eyes of yours."
"I love you too baby. I was so crushed when I thought you were-"
"Me too, Becky. Me too." She looked to his lips, and then back to his eyes. A slight smile pulled at his lips and he leaned in. The world went white and a sinister laugh pierced the air as Thorn had his first -and last- kiss with the girl he would have wanted to spend his life with.
All was quiet.
Thorn opened his eyes, painfully. He had such a great dream...Becky was alive and they had gone on his first date. He looked at the cold earth below and spat blood. It had been a tough trip through the desert, and now he knew he would surely die. Maybe he could join her. He heard a sniffle and felt suddenly alive with amazement. Almost afraid to look, he muttered her name and raised his eyes.
"Becky?"
And there she was, an angel amidst the bedlam, moonlight caressing her graceful form tenderly. She stood with her back to him, facing the ominous sphere of the full moon, a brilliant orb that ripped the infinite blankness of the sky in two, threatening to swallow everything into it's mily luminescence. She was, as always, a temptation. The heaven he had always strived to achieve that somehow always slipped through his fingers like cupped morning dew, leaving him only to long more for her and contemplate his faults. And now, despite the tumult that ensnared everything around, they were alone.
He had struggled against physics, and the strain that had consumed him, the screaming pain that had torn at his muscles for so long now he had displaced as irrelevant. She was all that mattered to him now. She was the one thing preventing his death...or perphaps, driving him to it. He struggled to walk closer, but found himself collapsed once more. Whether he had been stricken down by fatigue or overcome by her beauty was anyone's guess. But he rose once more, pushing with all his might to overcome the sweat, the blood that now streamed freely from his wounds, salty, on his lip. However much he squinted he could not see her wings, couldn't feel the phantom winds that raced along the crater-littered, blackened landscape pull one of her feathers accross his face, though he knew somewhere above her haunting silhouette was a halo. Or at least, one would be there soon.
She turned her head to him, an ironic smile on her face defying the shining tears that were slipping down her face to meet her perfect lips. She knew, as he did now. His eyes widened with fear and realization. Oh God, no...God...no. That isn't the moon, he told himself. That isn't the moon! He reached for her and called her name.
"It's Buu..." She whispered, taking his hand and pulling him to her. They stood, despite the horror behind, in each other's arms, looking into each other's eyes. "It's over...he's going to destroy the world. I can feel it." More tears fell from her face. Thorn wiped them with his hand gently and kissed them away.
"Are you afraid?" He asked her, moving close.
"Yes...but it makes me feel better to be here with you. I-"
"Don't be. It might be the end of the world now..." His voice was pained and sad. "But I wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else. And my life will be complete after I tell you one thing."
Becky took his hands. They were close now, looking deep in each other's eyes and disregarding everything around them. Thorn put his arms around her waist, and she put hers around his shoulders. He rubbed her back gently while he spoke.
"I love you Becky. I have since I first looked into those eyes of yours."
"I love you too baby. I was so crushed when I thought you were-"
"Me too, Becky. Me too." She looked to his lips, and then back to his eyes. A slight smile pulled at his lips and he leaned in. The world went white and a sinister laugh pierced the air as Thorn had his first -and last- kiss with the girl he would have wanted to spend his life with.
All was quiet.