Mutant X
Brennan
almost doubled over from the pain, sitting in the chair at the lab. Emma was
with him, trying to calm him down, in order to keep him in the seat. Sweat ran
in little gleaming drops down his muscled chest, his forehead. His eyes were
shut tight , like it would shield him from the pain.
It was
tearing her apart, seeing the agony in the eyes of her beloved and not being
able to help him or give him any comfort.
The
images she’d sent into his head had only brought temporary release. The pain
was to strong, his DNA to fast breaking apart. His
internal organs had already began to disintegrate.
After hours it seemed, Jesse and Shalimar came back
with the gun, the Pushka H5B7. Hope flowed like a stream through her body. Soon,
the nightmare would be over.
Gentle, she ran her fingertips over his cheeks, to take
his attention away from the torture he was in.
Slowly his eyes opened. He needed a moment to focus on
her face. The dark pools of his eyes, usually gleaming like stars in the dark
sky held shadows in them. He tried to smile but failed miserably.
He was so hot! Emma could see in his face, how her cold
hands brought at least a little relief. ”They are here. You hear me Brennan?
They brought the gun, Adam will help you!”
A small sigh escaped Brennan. Cramps shook his entire
body. Coughing, he tried to sit up but only with Emma’s help he was able to do
so. His breathing was harsh and fast. It hurt him, she could see.
Weakly he grabbed her hand and pulled it close to his
heart, shuddering under the pain. Exhausted, he leaned his head against her
shoulder, allowing Emma to give as much of her strength away as she was able to
give, keeping herself upright.
Emma pushed some wet streaks of hair aside, placing a
sweet kiss on his heated face. Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell like
raindrops on his glowing skin. Something wet hit her neck when another wave of
pain let him cough again. She washed it away like in a dream with her hand.
Emma pulled Brennan’s shivering body in a deep and
warm embrace, rocking him like a baby.
Voices reached her ears, coming closer. She recognised
Adam and Jesse. They were loud, obviously having an argument, almost yelling at
each other. Jesse seemed to be terribly upset about something when they stopped
in front of the door. Like in a daze, Emma heard Shalimar crying.
‘Crying? She never cried!’ Fear closed in on her
and took her heart with an iron fist. More tears escaped her eyes and obstructed
her sight. She brought up the hand to wipe them away, she thought her heart must
miss a beat…
It was red. Blood… Brennan’s blood! Terrified she
looked down at him.
“Brennan?” Emma`s voice was barely a whisper.
He was hardly able to breath. The blood spilled out of
his mouth like to much water from a full glass.
His breathing was very shallow now and irregular. His
eyes were wide open, unfocused. Tears or sweat ran out of them, leaving silvery
paths on his cheeks. Spasms shook his body with every intake of breath.
Shocked, Emma let go of him. His hand fell down, limp
and without life. His eyes did not follow her when she took one step after the
other away from his resting place.
‘This could not be! He could not die now!’
She thought, she had to throw up or break down.
The sight of Brennan in the chair, the lab, the lights;
everything grew really fuzzy and spun around. She had to help him, hold him, be
with him in this moment, anything but she couldn’t.
Someone had to help her.
“Adam”, barely a whisper.
More blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed again,
weakly, almost not moving with it. His head fell to the side… His watering
eyes found hers for a last time. He seemed able to see her for the split of a
second. His blood smeared mouth shifted into a light smile.
Shadows closed in, darkness reached for her and when
she thought it would take her, Emma saw Brennan’s eyes…
A scream erupted in her ears, calling his name. And
when the soft blackness finally overtook her, she realised that it was her
screaming.
His eyes broke and he was gone. Forever…