Chapter two: Rising and weeping

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Life after that continued on. Emmet understood nothing of what had occured but his mommy and daddy seemd different. Mommy was always calling him her little miracle now, always giving him everything he wanted. Not that he truthfully wanted much. He was suprisingly unmatiralistic, especially for a child of four. A toy here or a snack there. As long as he had mommy and daddy he was happy. But things were not to be that way. Emmets nap was never brought up and soon faded into the background of there lives until one day.

Winnie the Pooh was the greatest joy of Emmets four-year old life. His room was decorated from top to bottom with toys and wallpaper, books and such. A vast majority of his wardrobe consisted of the bear and his entourage. The song in particular was able to captivate him. His mommy said it was because she had an odd desire to perpetually hear it when he was in her tummy. It was a monday and Emmet sat in front of the tv, clutching his oversized Pooh bear as he watched the movie. His mommy was busy in the kitchen cutting up carrots for his snack. He was so absorbed into the movie that his mothers sudden scream made him jump.

He ran into the kitchen and found her clutching her hand and suppressinng tears " Mommy! " he ran over to her " Mommy whats wrong? "

She smiled at him " Nothing my little precious one. Mommy just got a boo-boo cause she wasnt paying attention to what she was doing " blood was starting to seap through hands and drip on the floor. Emmet started crying, and Rose dropped to her knees and gathered him up, placing him on the kitchen counter. " Now, now Emmy no crying, mommy's fine "

Truthfully the cut had been rather deep and she was losing blood rapidly. She opened the dawer near the counter and rumaged around for the first aid kit. As she looked for it, her set the hand with the cut on the counter, a paper towel wrapped around it. Emmet starred at and couldnt keep the tears back. He leaned closer to his mothers hand till his tears dripped down onto it. Rose looked up to comfort her crying son but stopped.

She looked down at her hand. An odd sensation was rippling through it. The pain was rapidly phading away. Carefully she brought the hand up and removed the bloodied paper towel. She inspected it and found there was no sighn of the cut whatsoever. She washed the blood off her hand and looked again. It looked completely fine, no mark or scar, nothing. It was mindboggling. She knew she had just cut herself right across the back of her right hand. And yet...nothing.

Emmets sniffling brought her back to reality and she showed her hand to him " See Mommy's all better " Emmet instantly brightened up at this. Rose lead him back to the living room, giving him a juice box and pudding cup. Neither aware that Thomas had seen it all. He'd come home for lunch and found Emmet on the counter as Rose bussled through one of the drawers. He realized that Eigether she or Emmet was hurt and was about to walk over and tell her he had moved the first-aid kit but something stopped him. He watched Emmet cry over her hand. Watched her inspect it with a look of perplexion.

Thomas alone was thinking about the events that had occured days ago. His scientist mind would not let him leave it be. It was simply physically impossible and after what he had just seen, it left no doubt in his mind that there was something about his son. Something...advanced to say the least. He quietly exited the house and headed to a colleages of his lab for a talk.

Two nights later Emmet woke the house with terror filled screams. His parents bolted out of the room for there sons. Rose in the lead, she practically ripped the door to get intot he room. What they both saw made there jaws drop. Emmet was suspended above his bed. He was calmly laying on his side, whatever nightmare he'd been having had passed as quickly as it had come.

It seemed forever, the time they stood ther, both unsure what they were really seeing and what they could do. Finally Thomas approached his floating son and reached out to touch him. Emmet slowly started descnding down till he landed softly on his bed. Rose carefully tucked him in and kissed his forehead. They watched him for a few more minutes for any signs of more levitation before going back to there room.

" Rose we have to talk " said Thomas as he joined his wife in bed. She was about to turn the lights off but stopped.

" About what dear? "

" Emmet "

"....What about our little miracle "

" You can't denie all the things that have happened Rose, coming back from the dead, levitation, your hand "

" My hand? "

" I came home early and saw what happened. Emmet cried on your hand and the wound healed, correct? "

Rose sighed and sat up straight " Alright I'll admit your right. But so what? He's our little Emmy and thats all there is to it. No matter what " her tone said the conversation was over and Thomas didnt argue. As she turned the lights off and darkness eclipsed the room, his mind was working over theories,hypothesis,experiments.

A saturday morning saw the family sitting at the breakfest table. Thomas reading the morning paper, Rose putting the food on the table and Emmet sitting in his chair, his thoughts to himself. He grinned as his mother set a plate of blueberry and stawberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage in front of him. She poured some orange juice into his favorite ior cupbefore taking her seat. Thomas sat his paper aside and took up a sharp knife to butter his toast. Now he would test one of his theories out. Neither Rose nor Emmet were looking at him so he was easily able to slice across his palm.

" Dagnammit! " he cries out alerting to other to of his plight. Rose begins to get up but Thomas stops her and turns to Emmet. The boy is worried about his father but not of the same state as when his mommy had been hurt. Thomas knew that Emmet loved Rose more then him and had never really been bothered by it until now. Rose insisted on getting the first aid-kit but Thomas told her to sit down, his gaze locked on Emmet.

" It hurts a lot Emmy, a real lot " his voice was low and pain wracked. He'd been practicing this in his head all night. Tears started leaking out the side of his eyes and Emmet felt a pang of sadness and couldnt help but start crying. Thomas quickly jutted his wounded hand under Emmets face. The tears fell on his hand and he instantly the wound started sealing up and until it was completely gone. Thomas drew his hand back and wiped it off.

" Thomas!! " Rose exclaimed outraged. But Thomas wasnt listening.

" Rapid cellular regeneration induced through lachymation, flight, reincarnation " he stared at Emmet with an almost hungry look in his eye " A phoenix "...TBC