Chapter 12
Wishful Witness
Oh, I'm breaking it all up now, baby.
Just like we used to do.
January, 2nd, 2010
I'll make my own way
Without your senseless hate… hate… hate… hate.
…silently, I wake up to face Randy's face.
"Baby," Randy strokes my face but there's this one thing that's bothering me, one thing that's been in my head, swirling and buzzing, thoughts, I know that today's the day that Randy and I get to make a baby and I don't know how this will pan out. Will I have it in me? That's a funny thought. Me getting pregnant. I'm dead; I can't support something living inside of me…
Dressing up and soft words and lovely caresses. That's all I could remember but now, I'm sitting down onto a table while Marc and Brooke, the two scientists that had revived me back to life even if I wanted to die and loved death so badly, are now talking with Randy about the procedure I'm going to go through.
"Is this going to hurt Ted?"
"Not much. It's just a syringe shot."
"How does it happen?"
"I need you and Ted's DNAs. It's nothing serious that we have to seriously injure Theodore. It's only a prick, nothing more I assure you. We revive things from the dead so we're using a dead child's body and placing in the DNA of the living with substances that help the body work faster, like caffeine so regain the baby's strength but since it's cold and dead, the genes need to work again and your genes are perfect!"
"I still don't get it but just do it."
I just sit down and listen and take it all in as I look down at my own shoes and they do prick me but it's nothing and it'll always remain nothing compared to the pain that has been with me for so long and after they're gone to make our baby, Randy sits on the table beside me, gently caressing my cheek as my eyes look at his face, his beautiful, beautiful face. Made of diamonds, made of beauty, made of everything that I can't be! I simply ask him, 'is this going to be a replacement?"
I'm talking about Alanna but now, remembering that Alanna's dead, I shut my mouth and hope that he doesn't hear that and I remember that Sam said something about Alanna being dead but Randy not knowing and that scares me half to death as Randy stares at me and waits for me to answer but what can I say? What do I say? I'm just so confused and I just want to think but I'm unable to think and God, this is so confusing. I don't even know how I think anymore.
"R-replacement?" he asks me, puzzled.
"For Alanna."
I can't lie to him and now, his eyes burn with confusion as he lifts my chin and looks at me straight into my eyes while I stare at those ocean blue eyes that are full of fear and confusion. "What's wrong with her?" his voice sounds like a stranger's now, soft, breakable, not the raspy voice I've always heard.
"S-she's dead, Ran."
"W-what?!"
He turns around, trying to compose himself as he bites down his lower lip in anger and his hands ball into fists and I seriously don't care if he hits me because there's just nothing left in me but when he turns around, I can see that the anger is slowly stripping down and nothing's left but pain and desolation, 'h-h-h-how did you know that?" he asks me, his voice soft but with an edge.
"Sam-"
"The bitch," he cuts me off, "THE LITTLE BITCH WON'T TELL ME THAT MY OWN DAUGHTER IS DEAD!"
The next time I look at Randy's face, all I can see is sadness as tears roll down and I can't stop them and all he does is hold me, hold me as tight as he could've while I held onto him, breathing only his beautiful scent and trying to forget it all and when we do go home after he's cried and wiped his face, I lay in his arms as Cody walks in late at night and sits down, looking down at his feet as he hears our soft words to each other.
"Randy? Teddy?"
"Huh, Coddles?" Randy sits up, looking at Cody as he stands up and runs towards us, jumping on our bed and causing noises to come from the mattress as Cody jumps on top of me, hugging me.
"Ted!"
"Why so awfully perky?" Randy asks, smirking.
"Oh you." I tease at him, noticing the way his lips has curved into that all known smirk of his, 'Cody—"
"I went out on a date!"
"If you want your new found boyfriend to live, 'Randy starts, 'then I suggest you not tell me his name."
"Uh huh…" Cody blinks, that grin still on his face and how much I've envied that grin but Cody's too young, too inexperienced and I know that he's only three years younger than me but it feels so much more when I look at Cody, his energy is that of a ten year old's, he doesn't act like his age at all and that's what makes him so happy. He doesn't have any worries and refuses to have any. "It's Cena."
"Randy-"I start.
"I'M GONNA KILL THAT BASTARD FOR TOUCHING CODY!"
"Randy-"I try to start up again but he cuts me off.
"I'M DIALING HIS PHONE RIGHT NOW! I'LL GO GET THE KNIFE AND IMMA KILL HIM WITH IT! A NICE, SLOW DEATH! NO ONE TOUCHES MY—"
"Randy!" Cody giggles as Randy stands up to walk towards the phone and give Cena a really hard time of sleep tonight and I look at the clock. 2:50. Probably ten minutes to get to the room. Thirty minutes to kill. RIP, Jonathon Anthony Cena, at 3:30.
"I'M WALKING OUT THE DOOR AND HE IS SO DEAD!"
