Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
The Boy in the Coffin
She was dreaming again yet this one was much more different that the others before it. Torches along the wall brought a soft glow down a stone hallway. Curiosity filling her blood, Crys ventured down the hallway into a large rectangular chamber. This place felt creepy, almost like a…Like a tomb.
A large stone table sat in the middle of the chamber. She placed a hand upon it, frowned…It wasn’t a table at all…
It was a sarcophagus.
Crys wretched away from it, scared out of her wits. She was planning on heading out of there when the sounds of sobbing stopped her.
The sad sound was coming from the sarcophagus. Was a person in there? Why? Fear gone she rushed to the sarcophagus, gripped the stone sealing it shut. It took great strength but she managed to move the stone a bit; at least the person would get air.
“Hey! Are you okay?” She called and the sobbing stopped.
“G…Go away…” The voice was scared now…belonging to a boy.
“Calm down, I’m going to get you out.” She pushed the stone further until it fell, making a loud sound as it crashed to the dirt floor. She leaned inside and gasped.
It was indeed a boy, cowering in a fetal position inside the sarcophagus, his chest bare but his legs covered in white pants. His pale face was covered with his pale hands, black hair with golden streaks landed at his bare shoulders.
“No! Go away! Please…I don’t belong here…” His body shook with fear. “Please, just leave me here.”
A frown formed on Crys’ face. What happened to him to make him so distraught? So scared of the outside world?
“It’s alright…” She gave him a gentle smile. “No one is going to hurt you.” She reached for his naked shoulder and the boy smacked her away.
“NO! I won’t let it harm anyone!” He shouted. “Just…Just let me die…Please let me die!”
Crys reared back by his statement. Die?
“I can’t do that…” It was like taking to a small, terrified child that wouldn’t sleep until you looked in the closet for monsters. What monster scared him so much that he wanted to die?
“What’s your name sweetie?” She asked gently.
“I…I don’t have a name…yet…” He whimpered. “I…Shouldn’t have one…I don’t belong here…”
Curious, Crys asked, “Now…who told you that?”
“The others…They said I’m bad, evil…I’m not supposed to exist…”
She shook her head. “If you are so scared of this thing harming people…So much that you want to die to protect everyone from it…then you aren’t evil.”
Suddenly his shaking stopped.
“Evil beings never think about others, sweetie.” She finally was able to touch his shoulder. “Let me help you…I have friends who can help you.”
The boy slowly released one of his hands from his face and she caught the glimpse of a ruby eye.
He seemed as surprised as she for the other hand was removed as he sat up, ruby eyes wide with wonder as they stared at her form.
“You…are…” His eyes quickly flashed left, right. “Hurry you need to leave!”
Mrs. Winner blinked at his quick mood swings. Now he was in a panic state, eyes scanning every shadow in the chamber. There were many shadows there and it was making him nervous.
“Quickly! You need to go before he comes back!”
“Who? The person that put you in here?” The Yuy twin stood, ready to defend the boy from whoever was out there.
“Go! Now! I don’t want him to see you! He’s too strong!” The boy frowned at her. “Please, mother…I don’t want him to hurt you…He won’t now but when I’m born he might!”
Crys’ form froze.
“Wh…What did you say?”
The boy suddenly hugged her.
“I won’t let my darkness hurt you mother…So please…do what you think is best…” He pulled away from her. “Even if you abort me…I won’t be mad.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Abort you? What are you talking about?”
He placed a hand on her stomach, stared at her shocked dark blue eyes.
“Please mother…I’m not supposed to exist…Please do the right thing…and abort me before it’s too late…” His eyes widened as his shoulders began to shake. “Hurry!” He placed a hand upon her forehead. “Wake up!”
Crys’ eyes met the glaring lights of her hospital room.
As quick as her body allowed she sat up from her bed, the dream still fresh in her mind. Delicate hands shook as they reached for her stomach.
“Crys! You shouldn’t be sitting up!” Her head whipped to the door where her brother was fast approaching her form. “Stubborn idiot.” He gave a gentle nudge and she was once again lying down.
Her mind was too cloudy to make a comment at his words, instead Crys chose to ignore them and faced her brother’s glaring disapproval.
“Am I pregnant?”
In an instant she watched her brother’s glare leave, the lines on his forehead becoming softer. She needed no words from him, just the sudden mood change confirmed her suspicions.
“Calm down…” His words were gentle yet firm. If she freaked out there was no telling if she relapsed or something. That’s all they needed now was her to faint. “Jessica said an egg survived.”
Crys blinked. “That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard!”
He nodded, agreeing with her.
Huffing she tried to calm her fastly beating heart. She was pregnant…A shock raced throughout her body. She gripped the sheets tightly.
I won’t let my darkness hurt you mother.
“Where’s Quatre?” She asked.
Heero knew she would ask that. “He’s in his room resting. Jessica is not letting him out of bed again and don’t even think you are getting out either.”
Crys glared at her brother. “Get him in here NOW! I don’t give a damn about Jessica’s order, get me my husband NOW!”
Caught off guard by her sudden anger, Heero raised an eyebrow. Then again he shouldn’t be too surprised. Crys always did have…difficult pregnancies; strange though that her attitude was happening now and not in the first month where it usually flourished.
“Alright…I’ll see what I can do.” He paused at the door way, looked over his shoulder at her form for a long moment before leaving her sight.
Sighing Crys shook her head. Where had that come from? It didn’t matter anyway. She placed her hand upon her stomach. She couldn’t feel life like her husband could and her sense of power was a bit rusty at best but she could feel something there, glowing softly. It was troubling her now…because that dream was no dream. She had met her future child…His soul to be precise and he was terrified of something…Something dark. His last words to her were disturbing and they hung in her mind until the moment she watched Heero wheel Quatre into her room.
Abort me before it’s too late.
