Chapter 17
What Chris really wanted to do was cry. Or slash his wrists, join Jessie in Heaven, if there was one. He wasn't so sure about his religion anymore. God have really fucked him over this time.
He and Jessie were lying on the ground. Chris wanted to hold her more, to embrace her, feel her, and try to make her come back. But he knew it could never happen. She was gone. Gone...
He let her go. He couldn't keep holding her forever, because sooner or later he would have to fulfill his promise. Of course he was scared; heroism wasn't a huge part of his persona. But he would not let this moment slip through his hands, the moment in time where he lost a part of himself as well as Jessie. Knowing that he had failed to protect the one he loved was something that ashamed him, although he knew that he was dealing with a force well beyond his power.
Staring at Jessie's lifeless body, he remembered a statement that his history teacher had once made.
"War is not something that should be used, for many reasons. It hurts the people around you. War is terrible. It's not like what you read or see on television orin the movies. War is hell. People don't just get up from those battle wounds. They fall down. No one ever gets up and starts shooting back after they've taken a bullet. It just doesn't work like that. Losing the people you love, and knowing that the cause of the death was an act of murder... There is nothing like that terrible feeling. And you can never forget that feeling. It is an invisible scar you carry throughout your life. Whether you think about it is up to you."
Then, Chris didn't really know what his teacher was talking about. Now, however, Chris understood fully.
Wiping his tears, he stood up. He knew that now was the time. Time for what? He didn't know, but he figured he would find out soon enough.
But where would he go? Again, the answer came back to him. He wouldn't have to go looking for it; it would come to him.
He started for the stairs. Right now, he would have to leave Jessie's body there. But he would come back for her, after the task was done. After he fulfilled his promise.
He flew down the stairs and out the door. He needed to get ready. But what would he do when it came down to the final fight? He left that question unanswered as he headed out the door into the brisk night air.
(Forget the preparations, just go and kill the bastard)
He ran down the street, not sure what to do.
(Cross the street)
He made his way over to the corner.
(To the park)
Following hidden instincts, he made his way to the park on Christine Street. Crossing through the bushes, he hopped the fence. He spotted something wrong immediatley. In fall they shut down the fountain, but here it was still going. He knew that it was the right place.
It was going down here.
(Dreams)
What?
(Use your dreams)