Breaking Fate

My breathing catches in my throat and I have just barely croaked out, “run,” when Troy comes leaping between the people disembarking the plane and he comes crashing through the waiting room, headed towards me. Harry leaps into action, grabbing the kid closest to him, which turns out to be Aiden. “He can’t go after you and Aiden,” he shouts as he dashes off down the right hallway, headed back towards customs. I sweep Nicholas off the ground and take off down the left hallway, elbowing people out of the way. I twist around for a split second and see that Troy is hot on my heels. ‘He thinks this is his kid,’ I think as I see him smirk as I whip back around. ‘He must not have heard what Harry said.’ I keep elbowing people out of the way as I spot an escalator. I use my free hand and start knocking down racks of merchandise that line the hallway. I hear troy let out a shout of pain and I know I must have hit him with one. I keep sprinting towards the escalator and as soon as my feet touch the moving metal, I am hopping up it two at a time, shoving people to the side. Right now is no time for manners. As I whiz around the corner at the top of the escalator, someone’s arm gets attached to my arm that is carrying Nicholas. “Nicholas,” I shout as he falls out of my arms and hits the floor hard. He starts wailing and I turn on my heel, just about to run back to get him when Troy comes crashing up the escalator. When he sees Nicholas sitting on the ground wailing, he smirks and scoops him up. As I open my mouth to scream, Troy slams me to the ground and I hit my head, hard, on the tile floor. I scramble to my feet, but almost instantly fall back down. I let out a pure scream of agony as my vision blurs and I look up to see Troy, holding a wailing, deathly pail Nicholas who is screaming my name. I can’t move though, I feel dizzy, disoriented, and paralyzed. I am lying in a pool of my own blood. Then a gunshot sounds and I hear a man scream out. Then a loud thump sounds and the pure agonized cry of a young boy is heard. Nicholas. I somehow scoot across the floor and pull a bloodied, bruised, and deathly pale Nicholas into my arms where he curls up and wails with agony. I just lay there, in too much pain to scream, in too much shock to speak, and too much guilt to move. Then I hear a shout. A familiar voice is shouting, “Call 911.” Another unfamiliar voice is shouting, “Get him out before someone sees.” I lift my head to look up and I only see Harry holding a bloody Nicholas and a flock of security guards surrounding something off to my left. Something’s missing from this scene. Then at that very moment, the pain finally gets to me, I black out.

I wake with a start and shoot up from the bed. ‘I feel perfectly fine, why am I in a hospital bed then?’ I think. “Oh shit,” I mutter as everything comes flooding back, “shit, shit, shit.” As I lay back down on the hospital bed, the door bursts open and Harry comes crashing in. “Are you ok? You just woke up? Do you need anything? I can get the doctor. Aiden will be fine, don’t worry. Can I-,” he says but I interrupt him saying, “What the hell happened to Aiden?” He shifts nervously on his feet and then says, “We got ambushed by Troy,” he murmurs. I sit straight up in the bed and say, “But Troy was right behind us.” Harry’s brows furrows for a second and then he says, “Troy only ambushed us when we made it into the hallway leading to customs.” I give him a funny look like he’s crazy and then something hits me. “Harry, what eye color did your attacker have?” I ask cautiously. He looks down at the ground for a moment then replies, “Blue. But now that you mention it, he didn’t have exactly icy blue eyes like the guy that looked at you. The color was more a transparent blue, but he looked exactly like Troy otherwise.” I just nod and say, “That’s Troy’s twin brother, Emmett.” Harry stares at me in a shocked state. “You mean that wasn’t Troy?” he asks. “No, that wasn’t,” I state. “Then Troy’s dead,” Harry says. “What,” I reply. “I thought the guys the security guards were surrounding was Emmett, but now that I think about it, the guys eyes were icy blue,” he replies. “Troy’s dead,” I murmur. I cant breath, this is too much.

Notes

short update, but I updated. Hopefully this somewhat make up for my long absence.