Winds Of The Apocalypse (16 page)

Jon looked down the hall, the place was full of people, and the first thing he heard as he watched the humans go through him and past him was his mother's loud and clear crying, Jon frowned, that couldn't be a good sign.

"And are you sure that there is nothing more we can do to help him?" Jon heard his mother desperately ask as he glided over to her, standing by Morgan’s bedroom door with her husband, Greg, supporting her and an old looking doctor wearing all white standing beside them, looking rather grim.

“No, I’m afraid not.” The doctor shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Tepes. We can give him a couple more days to be sure if you really want us to do that, but there is no brain activity and his heart already gave out twice in the last hour. He is only suffering, his body can't handle it, and it will be just a matter of time until it crashes completely…"

“So there is really no cha
nce?”

“I’m sorry,” The doctor repeated, sounding anything but that. "But, in my professional opinion it is just a matter of time.”

He paused, looking at the woman in front of him, trying to seem as gentle and sympathetic as he could be but Jon, in contrast to his mother could see the glimpse of the uncaring bustard this doctor really was. He saw right through him, that old prick was eager to see Morgan die. Jon bit his lip, something about him didn't sit right, and why was he so eager to put Morgan 'Out of his misery?' He was supposed to be the one fighting for Morgan’s life.

"Look, Mrs.
Tepes, even if he does wake up, and it is a big ‘if’ it won't be Morgan anymore, not in the way that you knew him. The brain damage that he had suffered from…He will be just a shell, a plant with no fillings or emotions, he will be completely blank, do you really want to witness that?” The doctor asked and Lilith gave out a heart wrenching cry, Greg pulled her closer, sending unsympathetic glares to the old man in front of them.

Jon smirked; at least his ste
p father was reacting properly.

“It would be cruel to leave him it that state.” The doctor continued his merciless drilling. “But it is up to you, Lilith. He is your son so we will do whatever you decide.” He said, completely ignoring Greg’s presence.

Lilith shook her head, too upset to answer and Greg took a breath, nodding in despair.

"Just a couple more days,” He said his voice low and cracking. “Just a couple more days, doctor. And then, if he won’t wake up…” And unlike the doctor it was clear that h
e was hoping that Morgan would.

“We will let him die in peace."

Jon gasped. This conversation contained all he was dreading. He could not let this happen! If Morgan dies, the fate of them all and the world will be at stake, not to mention that he was not planning to lose his brother so soon after he had just found him again.

"I have to go back!" Jon said to himself as he closed his eyes, willing his spirit away, so powerful was his agony that as he faded to nothing Greg raised his head to the place where he was standing, catching a glimpse of the horrified features but telling himself that it
was all just another day dream.

 
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"Casey! Morgan!!"

Jon screamed seconds later as he emerged back in their room, his siblings staring at him from the same place they were when he left, it seemed that they did not moved at all, waiting for him, it was kind of creepy.

“Jon?” Casey looked at him, moving to the edge of the bed. “Jon? What’s wrong? You are all pale…More pale then you were before…” She gulped. “I d
idn't think that was possible.”

“We have a big problem!” Jon exclaimed. “It’s worst then anything
that could have ever happened!”

“Jon! Calm down!” Morgan jumped up from the bed and strode over to him.

"What is it? What happened? It can’t be that bad."

Jon looked at Morgan, his face distorted in fear. "They are going to unplug you Mor
gan!” “What…?” Morgan blinked. 

“I heard it myself! The doctor said that there is no way for you to wake up anymore and that they should let yo
u die in peace and mom agreed!”

“Yes….That’s bad.” Colin shook his head;
he had a sudden urge to vomit.

“What a bitch!” Casey screamed but Morgan remained as calm as he could, processing
the situation.

“When…? When are they going to d
o it?” Jon took a sharp breath.

”In a couple of days.”
He dropped down on the wooden chair that stood by Din’s desk.

“In a couple of days they will get you off life support and don’t think that your body will make i
t, it won’t, and you will die.”

“Well, fucking thank you for stati
ng the obvious!” Casey snapped.

Morgan didn't respond, he was too shocked to do it, and Casey was in no better state. She was flat out outraged to even hear that nonsense that her mother had thought about.

"Mom would never actually do it!" Casey growled. “She wouldn't dare!”

"She will!" Jon stated. "I heard her and Greg agreeing myself!"

”Then you heard wrong!” Casey shook her head, jumping up from the bed as well and hurrying to cling to Morgan's arm. "I won't let her! Morgan, you can't leave me! I can't be alone! Not again! Doesn't she realize that I will die too?!" She looked at Jon.

“She won’t re
st until she will bury us all!”

“Oh Casey…” Jon got up and reached his arm to his baby sister which she took gladly, looking at her two siblings.
 

“Morgan can’t die, we need you.” Casey said, holding Jon’s hand an
d looking at her older brother.

Morgan nodded. "I won't leave you, any of you.” He glanced at Jon. “Not now, I don’t want to…But what can we do? She won't listen to you, Casey. You are just a hysteric kid in her eyes and I won’t be able to talk to her, I guess her not seeing me is not going to our advantage after all…"

“Oh, but it will.” Casey whispered as a spark lit up in her brown orbs at that moment, her face taking on an expression that Morgan had never seen before.

“What are you thinking you little devil?” Din asked, he and his friends were up until then sitting quiet but now when it was time for action he was eager to jo
in in.

“Well.” Casey looked back at Jon and Morgan. "If mom won’t listen to me, and Morgan can’t do anything t
o prove to that arrogant slut…”

“Casey!”
Jon looked at her, astonished.

“Can’t prove to her that he is still with us,” Casey ignored Jon’s outb
urst.

“Then w
e don’t have a choice, Morgan."

Morgan looked at his sister, watching her, eager to know what she was thinking about.

"Then we don’t have a choice." She repeated, her voice taking on its own shade of malice. “We will have to take your body away from mom and her evil doing."

"Take it away?" Morgan wasn't sure that he had heard Casey correctly but Casey nodded, completely serious, supporting what she had just whispered.

"We are going to kidnap you, Morgan. Kidnap your body. I am not letting mom have her way with you, not as long as I am still alive."

Chapter eight: Staying alive

'Casey's diary.'

"The second the words left my mouth I regretted them but I knew for sure that we really didn't have any choice. I couldn't take it back and I was not going to, suddenly, I was dead set on doing this. I mean I couldn't lose Morgan, not like this, not now, it wasn't his time yet, I'm positive. And besides…This whole experience might actually be kind of fun… god, I can't believe I am thinking that, I really do sound just like Morgan… Well, we are twins after all, sorry, triplets (I will have to get used to that)…Well, aren't we?
 

All of us together again, this is how it was supposed to be…"

"Oh my god!"

Morgan exclaimed.

"You make it sound so very easy!" He exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelieve.

Casey smiled bitterly, letting go of her brothers and taking a step back from them.

"Well, do you have a better idea Morgan? Or do you just want us to leave you there to die? Cuss I can totally do that, just expect me to join you in the afterlife, ok?"

Morgan sighed, he was so not ready for this but Casey was right, if he wanted to survive they just
didn't have any other options.

"Ok, wait, before we become criminals before we even hit our legal drinking age, what if we just try to tell them?" Morgan asked, not really sur
e about what he had just said. 

"What if we tell mom and Greg about me?" He sugg
ested but Casey shook her head.

“Try to show them like I showed you.” Morgan pressed but his sister wasn't going for it.

“Yes, ok, we will just knock out mom and drag her back here.” Casey smiled sarcastically, winking at Toby who had gone red with shame.

“Sorry…” Toby mumbled, knowing that from now on he was an open target for Case
y's teasing.

"They would never believe us, you know that, Morgan." Casey continued, ignoring Toby's lack of comfort.

"Well…" Morgan shrugged. “Maybe we are judging them too badly, maybe if we will give them the chance…”

Casey sighed as she sat herself on the nearest bed, looking at Morgan and with her stare ruining any hope her brother had for his unworkable plan.

“Let’s think of it like that.” Casey suggested. "Picture this: I come to tell them about you, first I say that I saw your ghost, and then I’ll say that my long lost missing declared dead brother,” Casey took a breath. Try saying that tree times without passing out.

“Had come back from the dead to assist us in bringing you back and then I will tell her that some mythological monsters from another dimension are out to get us and it is up to me to save the world because of some prophesy no one has ever heard about.” She concl
uded looking up at her brother.

“How does that sound up until now?” Morgan opened his mouth but then closed it again, letting hi
s head drop, this was hopeless.

“Right.”
Casey agreed as if she had read his thoughts.

“And then after I finish my story they will nicely have me committed in the loony bin and if in the off chance that we will actually make them see you, don’t think that you are going to survive it. They will have themselves committed cuss they will think that they had lost their minds.” She took another short breath,
Starting to pace the room impatiently.

"And let us not forget that then, as they happily take a vacation in the mental hospital, they will most certainly 'let you die in peace', to get rid of their guilt for keeping you in the state that you are in right now cuss your ghost had come back to torment them for not doing it sooner. So what do you think now?"

Casey finished sarcastically turning to Morgan, waiting for Morgan's objection with fresh new come backs that she was already working on but Morgan didn't indulge her, and the protest that Casey was so expecting never actually came.

”Ok.” Morgan said, shaking his head and raising his hands up as he set back down on the bed as if to say, 'I surrender.'

”I know. I know all this.” Morgan admitted. "Wish they weren't so god damn logical."

He smiled, looking at his friends who were still shell shocked by the gri
ll Casey had put him through.

"I have to say that I agree with you.” Morgan let out a sigh. “But if we are going to make this work we will need a mighty good plan if we are really going to do this; we can't just go in there half coked, we, or rather you will get caught and then I will come back as a vengeful spirit to torment your ass as you rot in juvenile hall.
After they ‘let me die in peace.’"

Colin, Toby and Jon laughed and Din got up from his sit, ste
pping up to the Tepes siblings.

"Look guys don't worry about it; Casey may have had the good suggestion but just leave the plan d
etails to my sick little mind."

Morgan smirked. "
Your sick little mind is what got me into this mess in the first place."

Din shook his head,
looking at him as if offended.

"No." He protested, laying his right
hand on his chest dramatically.

"You made it happen yourself…”

“Gah?” Morgan’s mouth dropped and Din shrugged.

“Well in a way you did.”

“You might want to clarify on this one.” Morgan growled, preparing his fists.

"Before I summon up
my ghostly anger to punch you."

“Look.” Din stepped back defensively. “You know as well as I do that everything happens for a reason, so it's your own damn fault that you were born into t
he prophesy of the apocalypse…"

He suddenly laughed. “Wow, that’s a catchy title. I
am so totally claiming rights."