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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26. Marcus POV!

 

 

 

 

 

           She was killing me. Her torn, anguish screams echoed through the forest, sending a chill down my spine. It was the shriek of someone who was truly, utterly broken. It was killing me that I couldn't help.  Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt me more then her sounds of despair. Her struggles were little more than a light tap. She has no strength left. "Red, just red. Red, everywhere." Ade whispered over and over. I said nothing. Even when she was this weak before, there had always been something. A gleam in her eye. A defiant muscle, still poised for the attack. Now, lying limp in my arms, there was nothing. Her beautiful, deep blue eyes were glazed over, staring blankly at the stars above. Night had fallen sooner than we'd anticipated. The temperatures were dropping fast- I could see my breathe. I set her down gently, and rummaged in our pack. A tent.Small, but it was dry. A harsh, icy rain was beginning to fall. I wasted no time putting it up, and gently zipped Ade inside. 

          I didn't realize that I'd been walking this entire time. Stabbing pains shot up my leg-but I was numb.It felt as though only minutes had passed since I'd turned around to see the squirt, Andrew, stabbed in the stomach.  The second I'd realized what had happened, I knew it was too late. The cut was too deep. But, knowing this didn't stop my heart from convulsing in pain, for Andrew and for Ade. Too many lives, too many chances cut short.That is why I stand where I am now. To protect these people who have no one to look up to, to create a world where kids like. . . Eliza would have been able to play and run freely, without having to run in fear from the Hellhounds created in government laboratories.  Yet, once more a young life has slipped from between my fingers. 

        The guilt is overwhelming. If I'd been smarter, if I'd been stronger, Ade wouldn't be hurting. It is, and always has been my fault. From loosing Connie 3 1/2 years ago, and Mark and 2 years before, the deaths have always been on my conscious. I bring nothing but death, nothing but pain. How selfish of me, to want to keep her here. How selfish, to want to cage a free bird like her. All I do, is take from her, and gain for me. How selfish. 

          I stood, staring at the sharp blade glistening in the cold rain. I knew I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave her alone, when I'm all she has left. It almost shocked me, how easily I accepted that I was her only person left. I was too numb. I daydreamed of the time in the barricades, with our friends. Ade's former cockiness. Our friends. How are they? Do they know about Arrow? I hope that they are alive. They don't need to be involved in our issues. A familiar pain rose up inside of me.  A terrible, burning, prickling sensation starting in my chest and spreading to all corners of my body. Everything hurt. The medicine I'd gotten and hidden from Ade 2 days ago must have worn off. 

       Pressing a fist to my chest, I staggered into a sitting position. My body jolted as another wave of the shocking pain tore through my insides, leaving me to tremble on the cold ground. The raindrops froze as they landed. Without touching it, I could tell my hair was frozen in spikes. "Ah. . . Am. . . The-bag." I grunted, struggling to speak through the increasingly frequent attacks. I crawled over, digging my fingers deep into the ground to push me forward. All of the sudden, a glistening light caught my eye. I had enough strength to push my head up to see what it was. It was Ade, with the sword pointed at herself. She was aiming for the middle of her neck. 

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