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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 18:19:46 GMT
"You know I love you."
"Yeah, you better."
"I have to, your like the big brother I never had."
"Wow...you shouldn't have said that...I have now adopted you as my second little sister. Feel special."
"Yes it was...I...I could have...done something...protected him." I feel the tears start up again.
You kill Ian or I kill Gideon.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 18:23:50 GMT
"You weren't the only one trying to protect him, Maddie." I say quietly, "Lot's of people were."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 18:25:25 GMT
"But I knew...I knew Gin was going after him...I could have..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 18:26:35 GMT
"Could have...what? Warned him? He already knew. Tried to help him? You would have been killed as well. There was nothing you could do."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 18:29:26 GMT
I nod resting my head on my knees wiping my tears away.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 18:35:25 GMT
He's what? What is he, is he alright? Ian what's happened?...No...no, he can't...he promised...Oh God no...
I don't say anything, finding it hard to say anything at all.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 18:37:59 GMT
"Oh god...I feel sick." I mutter rising to my feet rushing to the bathroom.
I couldn't get his face out of my head. Not Gideon. Not him, anyone but him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 18:49:50 GMT
I stay where I am for a minute, then get up and walk through to the bathroom, crouching down next to her, trying to stop my hands from shaking enough to try and comfort her at all, "Come on, Maddie..." I say quietly, then hit the same blank I'd hit when trying to explain to Izzy what had happened.
I wished I could say it had been painless, but it hadn't.
Or that it'd been dignified, but it hadn't been that either.
Or that he'd gone out fighting, how he'd wanted to go, but he hadn't wanted to go at all.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:04:38 GMT
I lean over the toilet, my stomach giving an unpleasant lurch.
"Oh god." I mutter again.
He couldn't be gone, he couldn't....My whole life he had been there, ever since I started at Hogwarts Gid had been there and in an instant he was gone.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:09:59 GMT
I hold her hair back for her, still unable to think of anything to say, running through everything about him in my head.
Right back to the first time I met him.
My throat dries up uncomfortably.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:17:17 GMT
My hands girp the side of toilet, my knuckles turning white.
"Why him? Why not me..." I whisper quietly.
His face was as clear as day in my head.
I still remember when I had met him, when I was 12.
He had been in my life for more then six years and now...
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:20:47 GMT
I don't say anything.
I knew exactly why him, but no point in bringing it up now.
Not when it was too late and he was already dead.
You never even got to say goodbye. The last thing he said to you was 'Get out of here you fucking murderer'.
At this thought I let go of her, sinking back against the wall opposite.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:24:09 GMT
I slowly rise to my feet, washing my mouth out and washing my face. I push my hair back off my face looking into the mirrior. Instead of seeing my own relfection I see Gideon's.
You know I love you.
Yeah, you better.
The tears start again. I slam my fist into the mirror, sending glass everywhere.
I drop down to the ground sobbing ingoring the cuts on my face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:26:34 GMT
"Maddie, please stop it." I say quietly, leaning my head back against the wall, not having the will to get up.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:38:43 GMT
That's a shame. I love you Maddie. Yeah, I like the blonde. It's all...blonde.
Don't let Ian hear you say that, Of course it's blonde what were you expecting, purple?
Ian can go to hell. He doesn't understand my love for you. And yes, I was indeed expecting purple. I think it would suit you.
I wipe the blood of my cheek."I"m scared Ian." I say quietly. "I'm really scared."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:41:21 GMT
I draw my knees up to my chest, shoes crunching slightly on the broken glass.
"Me too." I admit at barely above a whisper.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:43:08 GMT
I move over next to him."What if we are next? I don't...I don't want to die, not yet. There's...there's still so much I want to do."I say quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:44:45 GMT
"I don't know what happens if we're next. Then we're just next and that's it. We're just...dead." I say quietly, feeling something stick in my throat, With Rowan. With Erin. With...Gid.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:46:47 GMT
"Paris...I still want to see Paris, I want to see the world. I still can't swim, that's just sad dying without learning how to swim. I..." I pause a lump rising in my throat."I never even got a chance to start a family..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:48:30 GMT
I look at the floor a minute, then back at her, "Then let's do all those things. Let's see Paris, and the world, and I'll teach you how to swim and-...maybe, I don't know. Maybe the last one too."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:53:11 GMT
I look up at him."Ian...the first two sure but.."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:54:31 GMT
"Whatever you want, okay. Gid said something about...kids. But whatever you want."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 19:56:06 GMT
I look down,"Kids is a big step Ian. You really think...you think we're ready?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:57:36 GMT
"Sometimes, I think we are."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 20:02:17 GMT
I take his hand."Let's just...focus on the first two, Paris and swimming, and see....and see where we end up?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 20:07:09 GMT
I smile, "Yeah, that's what we'll do. We'll get out of here, and see Paris and forget about-...whether it's us next or not."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 20:10:02 GMT
I lean my head on his shoulder,"That sounds good."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 20:18:47 GMT
I put my arm round her, pulling her closer, And forget about Gid.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jul 12, 2007 20:21:26 GMT
"We're running aren't we?" I whisper quietly burying my head into the crook of his neck.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 20:23:17 GMT
"Yes." I say quietly, honestly. "For a little bit anyway."
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