Winds Of The Apocalypse (39 page)

"Didn't I lock the door?!" Jon heard Casey ask in horror as he followed his siblings, noticing immediately that the door to Casey's and
Morgan's room was half opened.

"NO!” Casey screamed as she kicked the door
and it swung all the way open.

“Not again!" She cried out. “I can’t…” She laid her brother on the now empty bed,
his body wasn't there anymore.

“We were only gone for a few minutes…” The others heard Casey whispered as they hurried to catch up to the triplets, entering the room and seeing with their own eyes the t
ragedy that happened yet again.

"I knew it was a trap!" Jon muttered. "Lisa lured
us away so she could get him!"

He looked around them in the filled up room.

"And where is she now?!"

"She stayed behind to cover for us so we coul
d escape.” Toby shook his head.

"It couldn't have been her; it doesn't make any sense. She helped us take him back from Utopia .What reason could she possibly have to give him back? And she was with us when the body was stolen so she couldn't
do it, she couldn't take him."

“Who then?”
Jon questioned. “Who knew about him being here except for us?!” "Morgan…" Casey laid her head on her brother’s belly. ”Morgan…Please…"

She whispered.

Morgan was fading further, they could all see it, and as Jon was about to come closer and comfort his sister a loud bang on the door made them all jump, their hearts almost tearing out in fright from their chests.

"Casey! Open the door!” It was Greg, her step
father. Casey looked up terrified at her friends.

‘What do
es he want?’ She asked herself.

"Into the bathroom!
Quickly! All of you!" She urged them panicked, she couldn't explain why they were all there and she didn't want to risk Greg seeing Jon either,

’Shit, his timing just sucks!’

"Casey! I know you are in there! Open up right now!"

Greg shouted again and Casey, taking a shuddering breath and after she had made sure that it was only her and Morgan in the bed room Casey stood up from the floor. She dried her tears with the sleeve of her t-shirt and
then she walked up to the door

"I'm coming!" Casey swung the door open, facing her step father who stood in
front of her in a visible rage.

"What do you want?” Casey growled, her voice breaking As Greg’s mad expression softened, it was clear to him that Casey had been c
rying, no doubt about her twin.

"It's not what I want." Greg said, walking into the room past Casey uninvited, shutting the door
behind him as he passed her by.

"It was a really stupid stunt, Casey. You are lucky we don't press charges against you for doing that." Greg said dryly as he tu
rned to face his step daughter.

"Morgan could have died a really painful death because of your stupid tricks, you are not a child anymore, and you shoul
d have known better than that."

Casey's eyes watered, she suddenly realiz
ed what Greg was talking about.

"You…” Casey stuttered. ”Did you take him
?" Casey shuddered, breathless.

Greg nodded, crossing his arms over his
chest in a serious expression.

"The janitor was searching the rooms for rats and found a little more than he bargained for.” Greg said lowly,
attempting to control his rage.

"So you just took him?!" Casey screamed, finding her voice again, fre
sh tears staining her features.

"What did you think? That we were going to leave him here?!" Greg scr
eamed back at the enraged teen.

"Did you ever think of anyone but yourself Casey?! What about your mother?! Imagine our shock when the police told us that they had found Morgan here! In your room and above all without his life support sys
tem! Did you try to kill him?!”

“No! I was trying to save him!” Casey yelled. “You were the ones that were planning to murder my brother!” Gre
g fumed at her upsetting words.

“This is not a game Casey! And you are not a child to think that! Yes, we took him, and a good thing we did. Morgan was dying and in pain when the paramedics found him. Is that wh
at you wanted for him?! Is it?"

"You…You are ruining everything! You had no right…" Casey tried to collect hersel
f, she was seeing double.

"We had every right! We are his parents! And yours!" Greg interrupted her, looking as enraged as before. Casey glared at him, breathing hard, her ey
es practically red from crying.

"You are not ou
r father, you never were! And…"

Casey suddenly lost the ability to speak as a sudden pain that spread across her face told her that Greg had slapped her,
his arm still raised in shock.

Casey gulped; she was shaken, to traumatize to react, Greg never raised a hand on either of them in hi
s life.

“I’m…” Greg stared at his
own hand, ashamed. ”I'm sorry…"

"Get out.” Casey whispered, raisi
ng a hand to her burning cheek.

"Casey
…"Greg reached his hand to her.

“Get the fuck out!!!" Casey screamed, startling the older man and collapsing to her knees, crying her heart out. G
reg looked at her with remorse.

"Casey… Your mother and I…We have decid
ed to let Morgan die in peace…"

Casey's breathe
caught in her throat. "Wha…t?"

"He is back at the hospital and the doctors told us it's just a matter of time. We signed a 'do not revive' form. We won't stop you if you want to go say goodbye to him before he…" G
reg's voice broke. “I'm sorry.”

Casey remained silent, her eyes firmly locked with the floor as Greg gave Casey one final glance before he opened the door and walked out,
leaving Casey seemingly alone.

It only took a second for Casey to connect all the dots in her mind and then she opened her mouth, breathing deep and screaming her lungs out, making her startled friends rush out of their hiding pl
ace to her aid.

"Morgan…Morgan…" Casey tried to speak but words escaped
her as she choked on her tears.

”Oh god…It’s over…”

"Not yet!” Jon fell to his knees in front of his twin and forced Casey’s eyes to focus on his. “We still have time to save him! Don't give up on him now, ok?"

Casey opened her mouth, once, twice and then she eagerly nodded, getting to her feet with Jon’s help and hurrying to Morgan's almost faded soul, lifting him off of
the bed, looking back at Colin.

"You're dad's truck?" Colin
smiled.

"After you.”
He opened the door, allowing them all to clear out.

 
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Colin was driving like a mad man and probably broke about a dozen rode laws, it was amazing that no cop had stopped them so it took them only about seven minutes to get to the hospital in a way that would to a
normal person take twenty five.

All of that time when they were
sited in the back of the truck Casey had tried numerous times to wake her brother’s soul up. She whispered secrets in his ear, telling him things that she had never told him, apologizing for every stupid thing that she ever did to him.

She tried to use any way she could possibly think of to keep the faded soul with them but it di
dn't make Morgan wake up.

They had finally arrived at the hospital. Colin parked the car at the front entrance and Casey practically jumped out with Morgan in her arms, running towards the door with her friends two feet behind her, trying to keep up with
her erratic pace.

The elevator was too slow in her opinion and Casey had burst out of it, nearly knocking her own mother of her feet in her hurry t
o reach Morgan’s hospital room.

Casey halted in shock, staring at her equally shocked mother for what seemed like a long time but lasted only a moment and then her mother
let out a heart wrenching sob.

"Casey!" She reached her hands to hug her but Casey backed away from her as if she was infected by
some contagious fatal decease.

"Did you do it?" she asked quietly, not caring that her mother had pro
bably cried as hard as she did.

"Casey…"

"Did you kill him?!" Casey screamed.

Her mother shook he
r head, sobbing uncontrollably.

"No, Casey. I would never kill my baby!
Morgan passed away on his own…”

Casey didn't hear the rest of it. She pushed past her mother and ran down the hall, reaching Morgan's room jus
t as Greg was coming out of it.

Greg looked at her for a moment and then he just shook his head and walked away to deal with Morgan's papers and funeral a
rrangement.

Casey huffed and hurried into the room, follo
wed by her friends and brother.

She stopped, staring at the covered body that l
ay on the bed in front of them.

"W
e are too late…" May whispered.

"You wish!" Casey snapped. At that point even the fact May wa
s breathing was irritating her.

Casey carried Morgan’s soul to the bed, kneeling beside it and laying his spirit next to his body as Jon removed the white cloth from
Morgan’s just as whitened face.

Casey took a deep breath and got the crystal out of her pocket, carefully placing it on Morgan's forehead and holding her
breath, waiting for it to work.

The crystal gave out its blue soft light and then Morgan's soul shimmered and disappeared and everything in the room went dark and silent, none of them dared to move, they all s
tood there waiting, breathless.

Casey looked at her brother. There was no change in his features. His lips remained dead grey, his skin white and his e
yes closed, he was really gone.

"No…" Ca
sey whispered. "No!" She cried.

Casey held on to Morgan
's hand, begging him to return.

"Please come back! Please Morgan! I need you
!” She shook his hand, frantic.

Casey felt Jon wrap his arms around her and allowed Jon to pull her back fro
m Morgan and into his own arms.

"I failed him." Casey whispered. "He trusted me
to save him and I let him die."

Casey looked up at her friends. There was an equal amount of sadness and a
nger in their faces as her own.

Toby turned around and ki
cked the door with frustration.

“You should really focus your anger on the apocalypses, not the door." Jon said lowly, still h
olding Casey, closer than ever.

He felt Casey slightly push him away as she pulled herself up to her feet, looki
ng back at Morgan’s still body.

"They will pay for this; I will make Utopia pay f
or taking Morgan away from me."

She swore in a dark voice.

"I won't rest until each and one of them are rotting in hell." She hissed as Jon gave her a little smile, getting to his feet as well.

"We will avenge our brother, Casey, I swear." He whispered as they both turned to the door, ready to go e
xecute their pending vengeance.

Chapter eighteen: The final battle. 

"Mmm…Casey…Jon… I think you should see that…" They heard Colin suddenly whisper.

Casey didn't dare hope but as she turned around she gasped in surprise, hearing Jon do the same beside her. They both stared at their brothers' body, only it didn't look
as dead as it was a moment ago.

Morgan's lips were slowly turning a pale shade of pink and his s
kin regained its natural color.

Morgan breathed in deeply and opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling for a moment and then turned to look at his s
iblings, smiling softly at them

"Morgan…" Casey whispered, praying this wasn't a dream as both she and Jon closed the distance between them and wrappe
d Morgan up in a tight embrace.

"Did…Did I die?" Morgan asked lowly after his siblings released him, kipping by his side. Casey nodded, too shocked to speak, she couldn't pretend that just a second ago she wished for nothing else then the end of this retched earth and the death of all those responsible f
or taking Morgan away from her.

"The janitor found you in our room and mom let you die…” The words poured out of her like a river, as if a tap was opened, there was so m
uch she wanted  Morgan to know.