“Mark!” Stacy leaped and reached for his hand as
he fell off the cliff. With one hand she caught his and with the other she
grabbed the edge of the cliff. They swayed in the wind but were alive.
“Mark?!” Stacy cried hoping for answer. There was none. Stacy began to panic
and franticly shake Mark, trying to force him awake; it was no use, he was out
cold. For how long it would last she didn’t know.
“Markus, wake up right now!” She tried again. She knew that she could heal
someone with just a touch and it could take a short time or a long time to do
so and she knew Mark could fly her and himself out of here if only he would
wake up. Wake up Mark. Please, love, you
have to wake up. You have to!
“Drake! You wake up this instant,
Drake! Drake!” She screeched at the highest volume her voice would go, very
squeaky. She felt him stir and try to pull his hand away. She gripped his till their
knuckles turned as white as ash.
“No! You’ll die if you let go!” She yelled. He finally stopped pulling away and
Stacy felt relived. Stacy looked up to see a tall figure above them, arm’s
length apart. The figures dark hair flew in the wind lashing her face.
“Why did you betray us?!” Stacy whispered. She just couldn’t wrap her mind
around it.
“Let me help you up.” The figure said, more like demanded, and reached down.
“Stacy, give me your hand!” She almost shouted. She didn’t want Stacy to die,
at least not this way.
“Why should I? Why should I trust you? We all trusted you! Now one of us is
dead and your two only other friends are hanging off this cliff waiting for
death to catch us. Why would you care?” Stacy spouted back. Stacy was still
grieving the loss of their teammate and angry about her betraying them. Still
the figure held out her hand waiting for Stacy to grab it. Stacy, grab my hand you idiot!
“I want you to die quick and mostly painless, Stacy. I can’t stand here and
watch you wait for death. We were once friends, you know?” She said with her
musically sad laugh.
“You went and murder our friend! He
even loved you! How dare you say we were friends! How dare you betray us! How
dare you! How dare you!” Then in a burst of anger Stacy let go of the ledge and
pulled Mark into a hug as they started to fall. Stacy blond hair whipped her
and Mark’s face as the ground grew closer and closer. Stacy heard her old
friend yell hateful things down to her as the past month of mix memories flashed
in front of her eyes.
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