Part 14
Conor sat by himself on the river shore. He didn't care if it was raining, he needed something to remind him he was still alive. The horse didn't like it much..but the horse wasn't on Connor's mind. He stared into the water. How long had he been here? How much longer would he be able to live like this? For some reason he looked down the river bank, something disturbed the rain. He thought it was a ghost. It looked like a ghost. A young woman...with a ripped dress..soaking wet....no shoes...her figure looked like Catlin. Her walk was even that of Catlin, except for a limp. He stood up to get a better look and the figure stopped walking...was it a ghost?
It sounded like Catlin. She had started to cry. It was her ghost come back to torment him, he thought. She slumped down to the rocky shore and was sitting on the backs of her leg. Connor was frozen....but then something in him started to walk towards her, towards the image of this woman who was crying.
Catlin had begun to lose hope...she was seeing things....all those images of a life she once knew, of Connor, now she could not seperate reality from dreaming. When she first saw him, though it was raining...he looked so real...so very very real...it immediately brought a rush of emotions through her, mostly sadness...she thought her mind was slipping,...she wasn't strong enough for this she thought. She couldn't even walk anymore, what hope was there?Her legs were shaking and she slumped down to the ground, her shoulders heaving up and down as she wept...she looked up for a moment to see if the image of Connor was still there, and it was...now it looked as if the image was walking towards her.
Then as if time had skipped, they were facing one another Connor knelt down, his breath could be seen in the air. He grabbed her hand..."You're real?" Then he let go, got up and stepped back. "Is this some sort of trick?"
Catlin looked confused, with all her strength she said, "Connor....it's--"
Connor then went into a violent rage, as if he was denying what his eyes were seeing, denying what his heart was feeling...
"Stop it! I won't accept any more tricks, stay away from me, stop doing this to me." he yelled.
Catlin continued to weep, "This isn't a trick...I managed to--" Catlin got up, to go to him with the little strength she had left....
But Connor ran towards her and knocked her to the ground, "I'll kill you whoever you are for looking like her, I'll kill you!" He yelled, putting his hands on her neck.
She struggled underneath him.."No! Connor, please don't!" She said with half breaths. She managed to escape from under him, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him. She fell hard on the stones beneath her, which caused a great deal of pain. "You are hurting me Connor...please, stop!" She bit his arm and ran towards the river..he didn't run after her. She had managed to grab his dagger. Her dress had ripped at the middle, revealing her mid-driff, she walked backwards slowly still crying. Slowly dipping herself into the river. So this was how she was going to die, running away from Connor. Maybe the Connor she knew was gone, maybe the thought of her death had destroyed him beyond any saving. She was up to her hips in water now..shaking from how cold she was she held on to the dagger as if warning Connor not to go to her. Through the ripped clothed Connor saw the scar...Molly's scar. It's as if he had woken up, he ran towards her again, pulling her from the river..."Stay away!" she yelled. He pulled her arm...the dagger fell into the water..he pushed her to the ground and began tearing away at her dress..."What are you doing....!" yelled Catlin. He kept ripping the bottom of her dress...he touched the scar on her side..and then he searched further, finding the scar she had given herself as a child to escape slavery. Catlin had stopped yelling, now she was lying limp on the ground with her eyes closed...Connor immediately stood up, Catlin crawled back, recoiled, finding it hard to believe the situation she was in.
"You're dead." said Connor.
"I'm alive." Catlin said almost whispering.
"But how...--"
"I'm alive Connor...." she said crying again.
He went to her, got on his knees...his eyes watered...he touched her face, she turned away in fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're alive. I can't believe this. You're alive." He pulled her towards him, she resisted, slapped him and ran back towards the river. He ran after her again, now they were both in the river, he took her and forced an embrace on her, she didn't want it at first, but then she melted in his arms, and they both stood there up to their waist in water, with the rain and cried whilst holding one another.
~ Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews...IÕm having great fun adding to this story. Sorrry for the long wait for a new chapter. I promise IÕll post more often. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy.~
Conor sat by himself on the river shore. He didn't care if it was raining, he needed something to remind him he was still alive. The horse didn't like it much..but the horse wasn't on Connor's mind. He stared into the water. How long had he been here? How much longer would he be able to live like this? For some reason he looked down the river bank, something disturbed the rain. He thought it was a ghost. It looked like a ghost. A young woman...with a ripped dress..soaking wet....no shoes...her figure looked like Catlin. Her walk was even that of Catlin, except for a limp. He stood up to get a better look and the figure stopped walking...was it a ghost?
It sounded like Catlin. She had started to cry. It was her ghost come back to torment him, he thought. She slumped down to the rocky shore and was sitting on the backs of her leg. Connor was frozen....but then something in him started to walk towards her, towards the image of this woman who was crying.
Catlin had begun to lose hope...she was seeing things....all those images of a life she once knew, of Connor, now she could not seperate reality from dreaming. When she first saw him, though it was raining...he looked so real...so very very real...it immediately brought a rush of emotions through her, mostly sadness...she thought her mind was slipping,...she wasn't strong enough for this she thought. She couldn't even walk anymore, what hope was there?Her legs were shaking and she slumped down to the ground, her shoulders heaving up and down as she wept...she looked up for a moment to see if the image of Connor was still there, and it was...now it looked as if the image was walking towards her.
Then as if time had skipped, they were facing one another Connor knelt down, his breath could be seen in the air. He grabbed her hand..."You're real?" Then he let go, got up and stepped back. "Is this some sort of trick?"
Catlin looked confused, with all her strength she said, "Connor....it's--"
Connor then went into a violent rage, as if he was denying what his eyes were seeing, denying what his heart was feeling...
"Stop it! I won't accept any more tricks, stay away from me, stop doing this to me." he yelled.
Catlin continued to weep, "This isn't a trick...I managed to--" Catlin got up, to go to him with the little strength she had left....
But Connor ran towards her and knocked her to the ground, "I'll kill you whoever you are for looking like her, I'll kill you!" He yelled, putting his hands on her neck.
She struggled underneath him.."No! Connor, please don't!" She said with half breaths. She managed to escape from under him, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her towards him. She fell hard on the stones beneath her, which caused a great deal of pain. "You are hurting me Connor...please, stop!" She bit his arm and ran towards the river..he didn't run after her. She had managed to grab his dagger. Her dress had ripped at the middle, revealing her mid-driff, she walked backwards slowly still crying. Slowly dipping herself into the river. So this was how she was going to die, running away from Connor. Maybe the Connor she knew was gone, maybe the thought of her death had destroyed him beyond any saving. She was up to her hips in water now..shaking from how cold she was she held on to the dagger as if warning Connor not to go to her. Through the ripped clothed Connor saw the scar...Molly's scar. It's as if he had woken up, he ran towards her again, pulling her from the river..."Stay away!" she yelled. He pulled her arm...the dagger fell into the water..he pushed her to the ground and began tearing away at her dress..."What are you doing....!" yelled Catlin. He kept ripping the bottom of her dress...he touched the scar on her side..and then he searched further, finding the scar she had given herself as a child to escape slavery. Catlin had stopped yelling, now she was lying limp on the ground with her eyes closed...Connor immediately stood up, Catlin crawled back, recoiled, finding it hard to believe the situation she was in.
"You're dead." said Connor.
"I'm alive." Catlin said almost whispering.
"But how...--"
"I'm alive Connor...." she said crying again.
He went to her, got on his knees...his eyes watered...he touched her face, she turned away in fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're alive. I can't believe this. You're alive." He pulled her towards him, she resisted, slapped him and ran back towards the river. He ran after her again, now they were both in the river, he took her and forced an embrace on her, she didn't want it at first, but then she melted in his arms, and they both stood there up to their waist in water, with the rain and cried whilst holding one another.
~ Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews...IÕm having great fun adding to this story. Sorrry for the long wait for a new chapter. I promise IÕll post more often. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy.~