NOTES:
Hey guys and thanks for the reads and follows. Hopefully this next chapter will convince you all to review as well. I might as well add now that I totally ship SkyWard and FitzSimmons. Though Agent Triplett is definitly going to make an appearance and flirt with Simmons. Hey a girl can have two guys chasing after her. I live in the UK, so the episode Turn Turn Turn was aired last night. I cried. How could Ward be evil? But anyway, away from all that awkwardness, I still hope that Grant is part of a bigger plot and that one day he will go back home- to Skye's arms. *sobs dramatically*
Okay seriously though guys, I hope you all read, review, favourite and follow: It would mean a lot to me. I'm in a bit of a internal crisis right now, I wanted to upload chapters 2 and 3 today but I didn't know if people actually wanted to read it.
Constructive critism is welcome :D
DISCLAIMER- I don't own Marvel's Agents of SHIELD (that would be awesome if I did but sadly I don't) but I do own Callum (Max) and Mason. As other characters are introduced later on in the story, I will add a reminder of who or what I do and do not own...
Enjoy...
Chapter Two: I walk Alone (Green Day: Boulevard of Broken Dreams)
"I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind/ On the border line of the edge and where I walk alone. Read between the lines what's fucked up and everything's alright/ Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive and I walk alone."
I can hear screaming. Someone repeating the same word again and again: NO! It takes me a while to realise it's me. Kneeling over Mason and holding his face in my hands, I'm emptying my lungs in hope that it's enough. It's not. I can see from the way his chest refuses to rise steadily. By the way his face is draining of colour. His soul is slipping away and there is nothing I can do to help him. My best friend. The only person I have been able to trust during my worst times.
His breath hitches as pain moves from the gunshot in his abdomen to his chest and I don't miss the sharp intake of breath. Fuck, I think, I'm not trained with this. The irony doesn't go amiss either, Karma's come knocking and Mason has had to pay for my immorality. I can take life without thinking twice about it but I can do nothing to save a life.
I shake his shoulders lightly. "Ace." He doesn't respond. I try again, "Ace please. Shit. Oh God. I've gotta move you", his blood stains my hands and my soul, "I gotta stop the bleeding man."
I stand over him and hope he realises what I intend to do, taking my time to hook my arms under his arms and pull him up. Groaning loudly from the pain yet still conscious, Mason leans against me as I lead him to the nearest wall. After propping him against the wall I realise the real extent of his injuries. There is blood pouring from the bullet hole that ripped his stomach apart, blood trickling form his mouth and forehead, burns and gashes litter his face and body and I'm not even counting the lacerations to his chest from his most recent torture session. Judging by the wince he so blatantly tries to hide as I reach to unbutton his shirt, I can easily bet a couple of broken ribs belong in that seemingly endless collection of damage that promises his demise tonight.
"Wound?" he manages to choke out.
"shhhhh". I reach for the last button on his shirt and open it to reveal the one thing I was hoping to avoid: a hole in his lower body. I take my shirt off, crumple it and hold it against his stomach. I try not to put too much pressure on it but the amount of blood he's losing is seriously freaking me out.
"Did you just say wound?" He glares at me and I sigh. Even half dead, my buddy Mason is as impossible as ever.
"Listen bro. I've come too far, pissed too many people off to let you off the hook now. Hang in there."
"Do you really think I'm gonna let you change the subject?" he smirks at me, shifts his weight over to his right side and winces, "Give me a full damage report." When I hesitate, he rolls his eyes. "Come on man, don't make me say pretty please"
I take a deep breath and say, "You lost a lot of blood, too much to be sure, but I think you might make it" I lie.
He stares into my eyes and I feel naked in front of him, as though he is looking into my soul.
"Don't lie to me", he croaks, blood dribbling out of his mouth, "But don't say it either. I don't want to hear it. Just..." He hesitates, the pain worsening. "Just look after Venice, she's all I've got left. Make sure you tell her..." He gasps, his back arches and his breath comes out in shudders. His end is near. "Please, I can't leave her like this, make sure she knows her dad loved her" He grabs my hand, "Max, promise me you'll tell her that she was my everything... Please..." He pleads.
With a steady voice I tell him, "I promise, you forget her weird ass daddy made me her godfather", I try a smile but it comes out wrong, fake. "I promise you that I will look after her and spoil her so bad she will never want anything and not have it."
He chuckles, "I'm almost scared about leaving my baby girl with you now, you're not exactly the best of role models".
Amused, I reply: "I learnt from the best", giving him a very pointed look.
Mason chooses to ignore me and instead leans against the wall with his eyes closed. He starts to hum a tune and it takes me a while to realise it's 'Mad World' by Gary Jules...
All around me are familiar faces/ Worn out places, worn out faces/ Bright and early for the daily races/ Going nowhere, going nowhere.
Their tears are filling up their glasses/ No expression, no expression/ Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow/ Now tomorrow, no tomorrow.
I find it kind of funny/ I find it kind of sad/ The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had/ I find it hard to tell you/ I find it hard to take/ When people run in circles is a very, very/ Mad world, mad world.
Children waiting for the day they feel good/ Happy birthday, happy birthday/ Made to feel the way that every child should/ Sit and listen, sit and listen.
Went to school and I was very nervous/ No one knew me, no one knew me/ Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson? Look right through me, look right through me.
I find it kind of funny/ I find it kind of sad/ The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had/ I find it hard to tell you/ I find it hard to take/ When people run in circles is a very, very/ Mad world, mad world.
Tears fall down his face as he opens his eyes and looks at me. Without realising, I have also started to cry.
"Don't get caught up in all this shit. We got out, me and you; remember that. Stay out."
With a final breath, he smiles and closes his eyes...