Author's notes: To become inspired for this story again; I had gotten my boyfriend to write the first half of a chapter. As you can tell; he is remarkably literate although he denies all signs that he is. Silly him; right? I'm afraid to notify you that this fan fiction is drawing to an end. Although; I'm sure I'll ask Hsiu again to help me with the last chapter. Enough about me and my babbling that pisses you all off! Now; let's move onto the story!

Jet's P.o.V.

I no longer visited the empty grave. I knew the flower I had left had withered as quickly as anything else that touched the barren earth. The body was gone with no messenger behind it. With the future so uncertain and the faint pang of hope still resting upon me, I left the empty grave; Clive was not there anymore.

So went my life of waiting.

Padding through the desert sands, ignoring the bite of the sandy wind, Jet drifted away from the lonely grave. Waiting had left him stir crazy and seeking after treasures was the best way to conflict the symptoms. The creatures of the sand were getting restless, as long as the town was willing to pay Jet would keep them out of harms way. Resting atop a dune, he sat leaning back on his hands in disappointment. The sun warmed sands sifted over his fingers as the light of the setting sun cast warm hues on the ground.

Another day, another bundle of cash, but still no glimpse of the kind face that invited him before. 'Clive' he whispered into the wind, his call lost upon the vast emptiness of the desert.

Maybe you've forgotten about me

Anxiety ate at his heart. Jet tugged the scarves tighter around his neck then held his forehead between his hands. Mechanical. He was guilty of forgetting his own past. What if Clive was to be the same?

You aren't in the grave anymore, so where are you? Clive, you're always looking out for other people so who's going to look out for you?

Distraught, Jet looked for his answers on the horizon line. Faintly there was an abrupt break in the even slopes of sand. Curious as to who would be traveling out alone in the barren desert, Jet stood up and shaded his eyes with a hand to get a better glimpse. But after a blink, the figure totally disappeared from view.

The moment temporarily made him forget his surroundings as he felt his heart drop. He didn't even notice the massive dog couching at ready behind him. Sandy colored to blend with the terrain, the wild eyed dog leapt upon the boys back looking to make a meal of him. Unexpectedly, Jet was knocked over, face-first into the sand. The disappointment and misery he had felt before vanished instantaneously in the heat of the attack. The animal's movement was scattered as it repeatedly attacked its unarmed prey, finally sinking its powerful jaws into Jet's shoulder. Its sharpened claws dug mercilessly into Jet's body. All the while the boy winced but would not scream nor cry out and continued to try and beat off the animal with his good arm while scrambling towards his weapon laying idly in the sand.

A gunshot rang out and the struggle hastily stopped. It was a clean shot; a circular hole appeared on one side of the dogs head and ended on the other. Its body toppled to one side as Jet scrambled up to see who was his savior at the peek hours of the devastating heat.

That figure had appeared on the horizon again raising the interest of the man. Amongst the terrains of this world; many had not provided a helping hand even when death would become present to those in distress. So this came as a surprise that one from the distance had spared his life. What form of man however could have the skill of accuracy, trusting they would not hit him in the process of saving? Again however, there was an equal share of a bounty hunter looking for the mere pricing upon his head.

Since then… that was what Jet had allowed his struggles to become; a boy who cared of nothing more than wealth. He needed to disconnect emotions from the days of suffering; to become something new rather than a sitting duck. Once, he had forgotten and lost everything; in order to survive; and survival was the only choice left.

Fresh blood ran down from the inflicted injuries; drawing the deserved attention away from the figure that resulted to far for his observations. He was tired, restless, and past the fine line of fear. Those boarders having been knocked down before was stressful enough alone; but again those delicate boarders were shattered leaving what little security left broken.

Hope…dangles on a string,

Like slow spinning redemption, Winding in and winding out

The shine of it has caught my eye, And roped me in

So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing
I am captivated, I am

Vindicated


I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself

No longer was Jet alone. There was someone there standing over him; protecting him no only from the heat of the sun but from whatever would come his way. No promises were made or stated; but the feeling was mutual. His bright violet eyes turned upwards to the once distant figure finding peace within. Safely he could say that the painful memories could finally be put behind him.

So clear…

Like the diamond in your ring

Cut to mirror your intention

Oversized and overwhelmed


The shine of which has caught my eye

It was the moment of truth that he had long awaited for. From the months; never did he dream that this day would come… though; now that he was standing here at the ending; he could say that the impossible was never out of reach.


And rendered me
So isolated , and so motivated
I am certain now that I am

The large metal instrument, in which his hero carried, dropped to the sand creating a cluster of dry dust to spread to the air. The slight wind hushing across his cheeks; brushing his hair to every whim it pleased; the glow of the light across his sun kissed face; he looked to much as an angel to be real.

So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever


Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'll be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away

My hope
dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...

"Clive…"

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Author's Notes: It was meant to be longer; but for now this is all there is for this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it.