Terra's head made a thud as it hit the wall repeatedly. Only he was left, awaiting the news of his sister's fate. The doctor, a young female by the name of Aerith Fair, was treating her. Terra had talked to her a couple days after Aqua told him the great news.
Aqua.
"Why am I so stupid," he muttered to himself.
"Not your fault, Henry. You were forced, weren't you?" Dr. Fair asked.
"Not quite. She brought me back."
"Back where?"
"Here. The world of the living. Namine... She forced me to sleep with her to repay her, since I had no real possessions, ya know?"
"Right. Well, Alyson's in a stable position. The negative side..." she trailed off.
"Spit it out," he snapped at her.
She flinched. "She's hit a comatose state. She'll probably be there for a while, say, one to three months."
Henry glared at the wall.
"I'm sorry, Terra."
"Whatever. Can I see her?"
"Of course."
Fair led him into the winding hallways of the huge hospital, to room 616.
"In here," she said quietly, turning the silver handle.
Inside, Alyson Dalorian was hooked up to thousands of different tubes and wires. The red tubes were blood, Terra knew that, but what were the blue tubes, the ones that were connected to the veins in her neck? What were they pumping into his sister's body? It didn't look like a liquid...
"What's that blue stuff going into her neck?"
Wow, he thought, that sounded really unintelligent...
"While we were doing tests we found large amounts of magik in her blood, bones, and frontal lobe. To our radiologists' surprise, they believe she has the energy of the Legendary White Ice Tigren coursing through her."
He knew this legend by heart. Father used to tell it to them before he-
"Where is the body? If you know the legend-"
"I'm not an idiot; 'Where her energy lies, behold the human form, as it unknowingly waits for its demon's arrival.'. It's the part about the demon's energy lying in wait."
Terra frowned. "I know that," he glared, "I'm asking if what happened to the human in the legend will happen to her."
"And I'm supposed to know?"
"Well... I assumed." He scratched his head awkwardly.
"And you assumed this because?"
"'Never mind."
"What is it, Terra," she laid a hand on his shoulder.
He flinched. Nope, she is NOT an Ancient.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakie!" Axel shook Kairi and Namine as gently as he could. His mother never thought he was gentle.
"Oh, dear Goddess! What the hell?" Namine snapped.
"Where's Sora?" Kairi looked ready to cry.
Larxene slipped back into her lab, happier than average.
"What's up with you, sweetheart?" Axel ran to swing her in his arms.
She squealed, grinning almost drunkenly. "That little Dalorian girl's in a coma."
"Great! What else?"
"That girl, the one that did that to your eye, I know where she lives."
This news made Axel stop spinning. "Really? Where?"
"6518 Riverside Street. The last cottage on the right, near the castle."
He put her down and grabbed his coat. "Be right back," he whispered to her, pecking her cheek.
A teary-eyed Adele slid uncomfortably into her uncle's torn leather seats. Nathan took her into his lap.
"What happened, Addy?"
Worried blue met watery hazel, and in seconds, she was bawling into his chest.
"Daddy... Daddy shot Mommy! Daddy's evil! He's bad and mean and he beated me and Mommy," she sat up and started shoving him out of his car, "Go! Go help Mommy! I'll call Auntie Panacakes and tell her to come pick me up! Gooo!"
Nathan flew out his car and tripped into his sister's house, his gun poised at his side. He went upstairs...and froze.
His little sister was splayed out on the wooden floor, her face twisted in pain, her lifeless eyes permanently widened in a mix of shock, anger, and sadness. He didn't see the dirty bastard that killed her. When he got his hands on Balthier, he swore he would cause so much pain...
He dropped to his knees and crawled to her, flinging himself over her cold body and sobbing.
He didn't hear the sound of sneakers pounding against the wooden stairs.
"Oh my Goddess, Nathan... What happened?"
"He finally got what he wanted, didn't he, Audrey?"
The blonde's expression went from worried to sorrowful. "Nathan," she knelt next to him, "We're too late?"
Her tears soaked into his dress shirt, and he kissed her forehead.
"We're too late, Audrey."
After a while, Audrey spoke up and sniffled, "We should go. Should we drop her off at the hospital?"
"Why?"
"Morgue," she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Dried tears streaking her cheeks, tinted pink, her ever-present sniffling made him smile sadly. She never really understood the effect she had on him.
She noticed him smiling. Disturbed, she asked, "What?"
"You're so cute."
She pouted. "Shut up. Okay, how're we gonna move her?"
"Not hard," he said, slinging the cold cadaver over his shoulder.
"C'mon," she walked down the stairs and out the door.
She stopped short and frowned, the grimace delicately gracing her features.
"Nathan?"
He grunted in reply.
"You didn't walk here, did you?
"Of course not..." Nathan was puzzled.
"Then where the hell's your car?"
"Shit," Nathan laid his sister's body in the soft grass and ran to where he supposedly parked his car.
"Audrey, where's Adele?"