Pangaea* (Under revision!)

50.5 million years into the future, and Earth has reverted back to it's original state-the super continent of Pangaea. A new country is born, learning from past mistakes. A girl, riddled with sadness but an unknown power. A boy, with a silver spoon in his mouth and pockets full of money. This infant country is, however, surrounded by war and death, and both boy and girl are no exception. When a government plot threatens to overthrow everything they hold dear, Adelle and Marcus must search themselves to decide what's right.

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25. Continuation :3

 

 

 

 

 

      Thousands of memories came rushing towards me all at once. Falling off my bike, crying not for mom, but for Andy. Baking (or at least trying too) a mud pie in the oven, and nearly burning down the house. Hours upon hours crouching down, playing CandyLand, throwing a fit whenever I didn't win. Andy, laughing at Penelope with me. Andy, yelling at Mother, saying it 'wasn't fair' that he was stuck with us, why couldn't he go play with friends his own age? Andy, crying at 12 years old, because the girl he liked hadn't felt the same, blonde hair in a disarray,blue eyes bloodshot.

    Andrew smiled, but was thrown into a coughing fit. Blood bubbled down his chin, and I reached up to wipe it away. "I can tell when your thinking. Your eyes get all squinty." Tears glistened down his cheeks. "Ade, I have to go." "No, no you don't! Stop talking as if your-your dying! You'll be fine! We'll laugh about this someday, how you got all mushy gushy and acted like a real wuss, and you'll just moan and bitch about it until you start laughing too. Can't you see that happening? Can't you?!" I screamed. "Ade, don't you fret. I don't feel any pain." He smiled. "Ade, remember me like I was." "Andy-" My voice broke off. "Remember me. . .not as a tyrant, but as your brother?" "Of course! Of course." I sobbed. 

     "Remember. . . me." Andrew brilliant green eyes shut gently, as if he were blinking in slow motion. "Andy? Andy! This isn't funny! Andy, wake up!" I screamed. "Wake up! WAKE UP!" I sobbed. "Please, wake up. . ."

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      I wasn't sure how long I kneeled over the corpse of my brother. I felt empty. There wasn't anything left in me to break anymore. No emotions, no heart. Just endless emptiness. "Ade?" "Marcus?" I whispered. "Ade, we have to move. It's not safe here." He said gently. I nodded numbly, but didn't move. "Ade, there may be others. We have to go." Marcus said, a bit stronger now. Again, I nodded, but only grabbed onto Andy tighter. A long sigh followed my empty response. 'I'm sorry, but I have to do this." "Wha-"  The word barely passed my lips when suddenly I was hoisted over Marcus's shoulders like a sack of grain.

      "Andy!" I screamed, pounding my fists and thrashing for dear life. "Andy!" "Adella! Do you think that Andrew would have wanted you to stop and let them kill you?! Do you think he died protecting you so that you could throw it all away!" Marcus's harsh words hit home, but in a different way. Andy died. . .protecting me? 

       The realization hit me hard. Slowly, I stopped kicking and punching. I felt limp, and cold. My teeth chattered, despite the warm, sticky air. I gazed up at the sky above me. It was late afternoon. A deep, rich blue sky. The tears didn't fall. Didn't have any left, I thought vagely. I allowed Marcus to carry me, not protesting any longer. I wasn't here. I was back home, holding Eliza and picking out baby clothes. Her take home outfit. Her first pair of shoes. I was laughing as Penny and Andy yanked me off the couch and told me to shower. I was fat, sure, but that didn't excuse my 'lack of hygiene." I was guiding my mother's hands across my stomach when I felt the first kick. Light, almost impossible to notice if you weren't looking for it. Waiting for it. 

       I dropped my head, and stared numbly at the ground below. Moss. Dirt. Grass. All stained a vibrant red. I didn't react. Didn't speak. I glanced at the passing trees. All different shades of red. Dark red, light red, almost pink. Blood red. I screamed, then. I screamed and screamed until my voice wasn't anything more then a hardly audible whisper. Throughout my screaming, I didn't move. I was completely limp. The red didn't fade. I merely closed my eyes and wished to die.

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