This is a continuation to my story "Too Late?" and you have to read that one first for this one to make the most amount of sense.

I would love to own them, but I don't. Hell! I'd still just love to own the "fireman!" Oh well. I guess I'll just dream. Delicious dreams!

Now What?

Part 1

"Watch out!" I shouted at Will as several 'props' for Save the Citizen were hurled in his direction.

One of our opponents had the ability to manipulate matter around himself to form a kind of force field that both protected him, or others, and could be used almost like a catapult. Will was able to dodge most, but one got past his defenses and smashed him into a corner. He was pinned and seemed too dazed to notice our other opponent moving in releasing her knockout gas in smoky clouds of gray.

"No!" I shouted as I aimed a fireball that flew and ignited the gaseous cloud leaving Will the chance to get up and out. Good. I singed the little chemical-bitch.

"You will pay for that you evil bastard! Die like your father should have!" our opponent shrieked at me as she released another cloud of gas straight in my face while her partner formed a force field around me trapping me with the gas. I hadn't had enough time to react.

The gas within the force field I was trapped in wasn't the harmless gray from before, but black and it burned. It seemed to fill my lungs with hot acid.

"My lungs are on fire!" I thought frantically as I coughed violently, "God it hurts! Will help me!"

I could have sworn I heard someone screaming as I felt myself falling and everything went black.

End dream sequence:

I snapped awake breathing heavily. Sitting up in my bed, I rested my arms and head on my drawn up knees and felt my hair tickle my skin. I have nightmares about the attack a lot. I can still smell the sickening sweetness of the poison. Sometimes I have to hurry to the bathroom and vomit. I nearly gave my mom a heart attack the first time it happened. The doctors assured my mom and I that this is perfectly normal. I have been suffering from Survivor Syndrome for the last month, which basically means that I am reliving the event over and over again. With time it will pass. I couldn't help but wish Will was here. By accident I discovered that if Will was nearby, I didn't have nightmares. He had spent many a night in a sleeping bag on my floor at my house when I got out of the hospital. I told him to go home since I'm trying to "wean" myself off of needing his presence at night. It sickens me to know how dependent I have gotten.

After I had been attacked, Will had suffered with feelings of guilt. The guy really needs to give it a rest with the whole "guilt thing." My two attackers had been hurt on separate occasions by things my father had done in his "villainous day." They had teamed up to form a vendetta against me since they weren't able to get to my father and had gotten expelled for their efforts. Will's actions that day saved my life. He is my best friend and I owe him a lot. There is just one little fly in the ointment. Somehow in all that had gone on, Will had fallen in love with me.

When I was unconscious I remember trying to escape within myself. I am a pretty hardy guy, but I just hurt so badly. The more the poison flowed through my body the further I tried to escape from the pain. I wasn't really aware of my surroundings, but for some reason when Will spoke to me I could hear what he was saying. Imagine my astonishment to hear him break up with Layla, the person I could have sworn was the love of his life, and declare that he was gay. On top of that, I then heard how he felt about me and that he had fallen in love with me. With me? What scared me the most was when I heard that he was planning to follow me to my grave. I couldn't allow him to throw his life away for someone like me.

Flashback:

I knew that I was dying. The darkness was pulling me further and further away from the light. I had heard my mom say goodbye, which let me know that the end was soon. It was Will's voice that made me pause.

"Warren you have affected every part of my life. I am what I am today by your influence. I will never love anyone else as I love you and cannot live without you. I know that you would not want this, but I can't go on without you. I don't even want to. If you die I'm coming with you. Even if you only want me as a friend as long as I can be near you I'm fine with that. If you can't come back to me in life, then I will go to you in afterlife. I love you Warren."

"What are you thinking? How can you love someone like me? I'm your father's worst enemy's son for Christ's sake," I said aloud in my mind, "You can't do something like that. The world needs a good hero like you too much!"

Was Will crazy? I don't think he would do something like that even for someone that he supposedly "loves." He's just trying to frighten and guilt me into staying and I want to go. It's my time. I began the final walk into the darkness when Will's next words froze me in place.

"I'll be with you soon," I heard him promise in a tone I knew very well.

"Dammit! He means it! He is planning on following me into death," I thought in shock, "Oh hell no! I will not be the reason why the world loses the next greatest super hero! Nobody is going to blame me for this."

With that thought, I fought desperately against the pull of the darkness, but the dark did not want to let go of its prize.

"No!" I growled as I struggled with the darkness' grip, "I will not go down without a fight. You can't have me!"

I felt the fire within me reawaken with a roar and blaze out a path back into the light. I felt myself reach out blindly and grasp an anchor into reality.

End flashback:

I was told that I grabbed onto Will's wrist. I had saved my friend and myself that day, but it was the conversation the next day that was the most enlightening.

To be continued.

Well? What do you think?