Darkness Within
Note: Sorry that its taken me so long to get this up here! I hope you like this chapter! Review please… Now, where did we leave off… Oh, yes… fate says she is to die… BTW, in this chapter, anything in regular font is what's going on in the world, and the italics are Fiacha's thoughts and stuff. Just wanted to clear that up!
Chapter Fourteen: If Love Could Beat the Odds
"No, you're wrong!" Joey yelled. "She can't die!"
Kirra shook her head. "You mean she should not die. But should and will are two very different things. But I've intruded long enough. This is my fault, mostly… she channeled so much energy into helping me… I should've fought back… I don't know what she has left to live off of. I'm going to leave her now, and hopefully I can remain for a while to give you guidance. So much energy…"
"I still don't understand… but I do know dat you and dat other guy are, or were, in love… And I know dat I've let Fiacha down far too many times already… You go wit him and I'll help Fiacha."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded and watched her closely although he needn't have, to notice the change. The instant that Kirra left Fiacha's body, it fell slack into his arms as if its inhabitant had already admitted defeat. And who could miss the glowing white figure that hovered sadly in the air.
"I know that the saying says… If you love something, let it go… But Joey, don't you dare let that girl go," she said in a ghostly voice that screamed out of the haunts that lived within Kirra's soul.
He nodded again and pulled Fiacha closer, as if it could save her just to be near to him. "Please don't leave me, Fiacha," he whispered.
She tensed just a little and seemed to draw herself in closer to him. He didn't know what to do to help her, but he had to try something soon… she was so cold.
It was like floating in the ocean… only it wasn't that warm, or deep, and instead of worrying if she could breathe at all, she wondered whether or not she would ever breathe again. She could hear Joey's voice calling her… but she didn't have the energy to swim, or float, or just go to where he was. Of course she'd heard the warnings… that giving back the pharaoh's memories was bad for him and the world and blah blah blah… but she hadn't realized that her life was on the line. And she'd only just begun to live.
"Fiacha, please, please, give me another chance," Joey's ghostly, blurry voice called.
She wasn't mad… she wanted to see him… to tell him how much she loved him… but she wasn't sure that she could anymore. It might already be out of her hands… she might be dead.
"Joey… I just want to tell you… Let you know… But you can't hear me, can you?"
It was no use. She couldn't even hear her own voice… Joey surely couldn't hear it. Why was it so bright and glowing around her…? It was like Joey's aura was wrapped around her to make her feel safe and calm.
"Don't waste your energy, don't waste your time. I see now… What my vision meant. It didn't mean that you didn't love me… It meant that it didn't matter. There is nothing more for me… Ever."
But still he was calling her. And she knew that she wasn't breathing, somehow. She could feel her chest's stillness… and she knew it was too late. She was gone… she was going.
"Please… I can't lose you," he whispered, realizing that she wasn't breathing at all, where before there had been an occasional burst of air entering or leaving her lungs. "You're giving up," he said as he felt her relax again. "You aren't supposed to give up."
But it's pointless to fight… it's over. Why don't you see that?
Suddenly, Joey realized that he needed to give Fiacha CPR. "Duh," he told himself lightly, pulling Fiacha's lips to his own… man he wished she'd be conscious for once when he was kissing her. "As soon as you wake up, Fiacha," he told her "I'm going to kiss you for real. I promise."
Everything was fading away, and she'd almost accepted it… and then… someone was forcing her to breathe again… forcing her not to give up just yet. She knew it was Joey. He wouldn't let her give up… not now and not ever. And she knew that she had to get back to him… somehow. Oh… he was kissing her.
Her eyes blinked open slowly and then shut again. "C'mon, Fiacha. You know I'm not going to have any other ideas any time soon. Dis is our only chance. C'mon… breathe."
He was telling her to breathe… And she did… she couldn't seem to recall much of anything at the moment, but she knew that she could trust Joey Wheeler. That was one thing she could never, ever forget. And if she made it through this… wild horses were not going to pry her from his arms.
She coughed and opened her eyes again, and he could see that they were shiny, as if from a fever. "Joey…" she said with a smile.
He smiled and hugged her really tight. "Promise me something?"
She still looked dazed, but she nodded anyway and rested her head on his shoulder. "Anything."
"No more sacrificing ourselves for anything, okay? One of these days… we might not make it through."
"Oh, Joey… I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry… but everything is so unclear. It's like a part of my mind has died… like someone wiped it clean in places but they were chased off too soon to finish. I… I can hardly remember anything."
End note: Sorry, I know that it's kind of short, but I do need to sleep at some point! Review, please, and hopefully I can get 15, which is likely going to be the last chapter, up in the next few days!
