The Unknown Variable
I, Cry-Pom, own nothing; it all belongs to Disney and Warner Brothers/JK Rowling. Though I own Penny, I do not own the world she exists in, though I am responsible for the twists and turns done here.
I wasn't sure what happened after I lost consciousness. I remember blurs of men in my vision and being pushed in front of a camera angrily, but that is all I could remember until I awoke from my strange dreams, to the worst thing I had ever seen.
"There is a reason you were chosen, young one. You hold much power, never doubt that."
I sat up quickly, my breath coming in short gasps, the previous dream faded from my memory as I tried to recall it.
I was lying on a small cot, it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the low level of light, but when they did, I gasped.
I was in a cave, and on the other side of the room a man was operating on Tony. I quickly stood up, ignoring the pain behind my eyes and had to stop as the room started to spin.
I stumbled over to where tony was laying on the table, his chest cut open and covered in blood.
Deep fear gripped my heart as I looked down at Tony; the man operating hadn't noticed that I was awake. My eyes wondered to the corner of the stone room, and I gasped and choked back a sob. The only time I had ever seen anything that scared me so much was when my mother had been given a week to live.
About a year ago
I slowly entered the room, being careful not to jolt the wires keeping me alive. After the last twelve years of being hooked up to this machine, I had moving around with it down to an art.
I was terrified at what I might find in the white room. Ashley had told me she was in here, and had something to tell me. Ashley's eyes had been red and she looked at me with that pitying look that most of the staff gave me.
Ashley was the only one who treated me normally, besides my mom, and for her to have that look in her eye was not a good sign.
The door slid open, allowing me to enter. The TV in the corner was silent, and the only noise in the room was the heart monitor and the IV drip.
Mom was sitting up in the bed, her eyes locked onto mine as soon as I entered the room. She had been waiting for me. Her eyes held tears that she was struggling not to release, but as I sat down on the edge of the bed one lone tear fell down her face.
"Mom," I whispered, as if I was afraid that speaking loudly would only bring the bad news sooner. "What did the doctors say?" I asked, looking into her dull hazel eyes.
Last year, Mom had been diagnosed with Terminal Leukemia, and had been fighting for her life since. Mom had moved into the hospital permanently, selling most of her things so she could pay the climbing medical bills. Now we both lived in these white halls, both on the edge, the only difference was that they knew what was wrong with my mom.
They barely knew what was wrong with me.
Mom's bright brown hair had fallen out because of the Chemo, and her tanned skin was now as pale as mine. She looked like the life was being sucked out of her. In a way, it was; the cancer was eating at her from the inside out.
"Sweetie, they… they gave me a week… the treatment just isn't working." Mom whispered softly, taking my hand in hers. I slowly nodded, my face a blank mask. But inside I was screaming my head off, why? After all this time? After everything that we had gone through, why?
"I'm so close mommy," I whispered softy, tears falling from my eyes. "We were going to get out of here; we could have been a real family."
Mom pulled me into a weak hug, tears silently streaming down her face. "I know honey, I know." She pulled back so I could look in her eyes, "I want you to promise me something."
"Anything," I said. I would do anything, but what could I do without her?
"Finish it, finish it sweetie and get out of here. Have a life, and enjoy it." Mom told me, her hands squashing mine weakly.
I nodded, resolve and dedication rising up in me. I would finish it, and I would live, for her.
"There is one more thing I want to ask of you." She whispered, I looked up at her blurred image, my tears ruining her face.
"What?" I asked my mother.
"I want you to find your father." She said, looking at me straight in the eyes.
"But…" I paused "I thought he didn't know about me?" I looked at her confused.
"He doesn't, but he should know you and see what a special girl you are," Mom said, pushing back a strand of hair from my face.
"I…I promise Mom." I whispered. We fell asleep in each other's arms soon afterwards.
Two days later, Evanna Ellyn Grace passed into the world beyond. I had been in my room, working on my project. I had just finished the blue prints and equations, and had run into her room to show her just as her pulse died.
The doctors failed to revive her, and had to restrain me as I cried out for her. As the doctors accidently pulled on my wires I lost consciousness, but not before my eyes locked onto the only other person in the room.
A male figure cloaked in black, with pale grey skin and dark black eyes and hair, stared at me. In his hand he held a glowing white orb. He looked at me once more, this time in pity, before fading into the shadows just as the room went black.
In the far corner stood the same black figure that had been standing there when my mother died. It was no coincidence. It was a sign, one that Tony was dying.
I stared at the figure in defiance. I wasn't going to let Tony die, not if I had anything to do about it.
I walked up to the man and asked, "What can I do?"
He looked up at me in surprise, before nodding in acceptance.
I had already lost one parent, I wasn't about to lose the other as well.
I know, short, sweet and a cliffy, but hey. I got it done. It's my fastest update in about a year so YAY! Thanks again to my Beta, and all of you who Fav/Followed and reviewed, you make me very happy.
Kappa Taicho: Ah, now I can't tell you that *wink* it would ruin it for everyone else. But I am thrilled that someone caught on!
More revelation to come, the next few chapters are all of the big reviles, so hang on, and have fun, I sure am!
Cp