Snippet #2092942

"I saw what happened. I saw their bodies....why do you think I said to meet at the subway station, not the house....I....."

Fear and pain gripped his heart tight. His eyes stung. Water was flooding his eyes. His breath was rapid. Uncontrolled.
"Mom... Dad... Why...?" He couldn't speak, this natural ability being blocked by the lump in his throat. Swallowing, he tried again.
"If... If I was just a few minutes earlier... I could have saved them." He said it matter-of-factly. His mind drifted to the memory.

"J!" Jonathan turned with a tired smile on his face. He could still feel the headache. It wasn't as bad as the eclipse but still pretty painful.
"What now?" He asked Abigail, a friend from university. She sauntered over to him holding his keys up on one finger, trying to hide her smug satisfaction..
"You'll uh, probably be needing these. You know, only if you want to head home." Her grin widened. He lifted his house keys off of her finger quickly.
"I do not stand in the presence of petty thieves." Turning dramatically, with mock annoyance, he walked away waving over his shoulder at her call.

After five minutes or so of walking, his house came into sight.
"Finally home..." He said just seconds before being lifted off his feet. The deafening sound penetrated his ears as the explosion sent an onslaught of shrapnel in his direction. Then it happened. The world around him slowed, practically to the point of stopping but not that far. There wasn't even sound, not that he noticed seeing as he was currently pirouetting through the air, hitting every stray piece of slowed shrapnel. The world faded to black as a forced struck his skull.

The memory ended.

"I was there. I was... I had just reached the driveway when it happened. You didn't see me, I was buried under a pile of debris." He chuckled quietly. "But I was there..." He turned to face the opposite side, where Alex sat. Warm tears broke free from his eyes and slid down his cheek. Jonathan closed his eyes and fought back the tears.

"So, we should probably go, before someone comes after us here..."
"I can't move yet. I've lost too much blood... I need rest. Sorry..." With one final, meaningful look at Alexandria, Jonathan gave into the demon enticing him. Dreams were not always nice to him...