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Brother's Healer

Posted on 2005.07.18 at 04:55
Current Music: Monochrome ~Troy, Yoko Kanno
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Okay, well, it seems the more I write, the more the story evolves on its own and just turns into something much greater than what I had at first planned. The main plot is the same, but things just keep evolving. Step by step. It kinda sucks and I'm sure there's typos, but anyway, here is an excerpt, please feel free to comment:



“Come on Aidan, you have to.”
“I do not.”
“You want to get better, right? So you have to.”
“No.”
“Just get it over with.”
“No.”
“Dammit Aidan.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“I said no!”
“Aidan...”
“I’ve already told you, they’re a waste of your time and they don’t help. And they cost money.”
“Money isn’t the issue–“
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t see and going there won’t make me wake up one day with my sight!” His cheeks were flushed in anger, but she could not keep the tears from her voice, “Aidan, please go. It may work, it may not, but it’s better than sitting here waiting. We have to hold on to whatever hope we can.”

Heavy lids fell on lifeless blue eyes, “And what happens if there is no hope? What then? What if I never regain my sight and all this is for nothing?”
“We can’t think like that!”
“Why not, if it’s true?”
“It’s not true!”
“It is and you know it!”
“It’s not,” her voice terribly quiet, “and we have to hope and we have to try, because otherwise what happened means nothing and we...we’re already dead.”

He sighed and closed his eyes, “you know, I couldn’t even see them when they were buried.” Sometimes she would swear he could see, the way his eyes slowly opened and seemed to fixate on nothing the way he had before. “The only thing I see anymore are nightmares and honestly, I don’t know that that’s worth living for.”
“Don’t say that!”

Then a smirk slide over her features, “I’m the pessimist, not you. You have to be optimistic you know. You were born that way.”
“Yeah, well people change.” But a smile quirked at the corner of his lips.
“Yup, and I’m still all angsty and sad, just like the music I play. So you have to be the happy one still. Otherwise it upsets the balance.”
“Balance?”
“Mmhmm. The sibling balance.”
He barked a laugh and shook his head. “Fine, but this is the last time.”
She smiled knowing she would have the same argument next week, but said nothing. It had been like this since they left the hospital. Every week she took him to the healing center in hopes some way to help him could be found.

***

In all honesty, he probably would have laughed if he could see where she took him. It was a far cry from the healing fountains and white shimmering marble structures one normally thought of. No, this building was here for one purpose, and that was healing. It didn’t need to impress. She led him slowly up the worn steps to the run down shack of a church. The windows that perhaps had been once stained glass were broken, letting the smoke in from the street. There were a lot of factories in this part of town and the pollution made her cringe, but once inside it wasn’t too bad. The fumes even seemed to make the few stray beams of sunlight sparkle.

“Welcome my child. Has there been any change?” A voice thick with an accent she couldn’t place inquired.
“No.”
“Well, in time, his world wasn’t built in a day and it won’t be destroyed in a day either.” She tried to smile at the old man. “Follow me, child.” And he took the boy’s arm to lead him into the center of the building. Gently he guided him down to the familiar cushion and asked him to relax. He sat across from the boy, focusing on him.

She looked around trying to decide what type of building this place used to be. The windows were high up, almost to the roof. Which was only partly there. A good portion of the roof was missing entirely, having fallen in on whatever dias must have been at the back of the church. There were pew like benches, but many of them had been broken almost as if there had been a big explosion at some point throwing them into the air to land and crush the ones still intact. Her gaze returned to the old man and her brother. She knew whatever type of healer he was, it was not one from this old religion. The older religions often spoke out against those who could heal, which she found quite ironic since they professed God could make anything possible. The two sat within a giant circle of some white material. Idly, she wondered what it was.

The man held his hands out in front of the boy, who merely sat there seemingly asleep now. The voice of the man began to chant softly. She didn’t understand the words, but they made her think of a time long before there were buildings like this and yet of a future they had yet to see. She became lost in his song as he knelt, placing his hands on either side of the child’s head. She could hear the wind and the water and the earth in his voice. It felt as if she could stretch out wings and fly up above the sun. Abruptly she squinted as a ray of light shown brightly through the lack of windows. She felt what started as a gentle stir in the air that quickly grew into a swirling tirade of wind. Looking forward she saw the man, still kneeling but his arms were held up to the sky. She had not seen him do this. She ran forward, but was stopped at the edge of the circle by wind so strong it cut her hands as she tried to reach them.

She noticed her brother was sweating, his head tilted downwards, but a light was shining down upon him. It looked just like sunlight, and had it not been for the wind she might have passed it off as coincidence. “What’s happening? What are you doing to him!?” she demanded. The voice continued. She tried again to get through, another slice across the top of her hand was the only result. She fell to her knees in horror, not knowing what to do. “Please stop, he’s my brother. He’s all I have. Please stop!” she cried as she lunged at the invisible barrier.

It was then that she felt it, two warm hands pressing back against her shoulders, her own hands resting against something that was not quite so solid. She opened her eyes to see nothing. Just the sensation of being held. Her eyes widened in fear as tears slid down her cheeks. “Aidan. I’m sorry...I’m so sorry.” There was a stirring of her hair, as if someone was running their fingers through it and then over her cheek. Then she heard the voice in her own mind... “Do not fear, child.” She screamed. What was going on? She didn’t understand and she tried to struggle, but the tingling warmth held her fast. Her frustration grew as it never ceased its comforting motions and yet never released her. Finally she went completely relaxed and gentle fell to the floor. The warmth slowly faded and the wind died to nothing.

He was panting, hands pushed against dirt he could only feel. The old man had collapsed, breaking off the circle in doing so. “K-Kiera?”

“Aidan!” Her head snapped up and every muscle in her body sprung her towards him. She held him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? I’m sorry Aidan, I couldn’t get to you. This is all my fault.” She squeezed her eyes shut on more tears.

“I’m okay. Just a little out of breath is all. What happened to the old man?”
He felt her body go rigid and then force itself to relax. “Stay here.” she whispered. “I will be just a little in front of you.”

She crawled to the old man, just a few feet from her brother. “Are you...alive?” she asked as she slowly reached out her hand to touch him.

His eyes opened part way, “I’m sorry, my child. I did what I could do. Some things cannot be cured, but...the great spirit has its own plan for us and we must not go against it.”

“I don’t understand.”
“There is nothing more to be done, let him rest now. Let him find peace...”
“Wait, don’t go! Don’t die! What was that? What did you do? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” She sobbed. What am I supposed to do now? Just let my brother live his life with no hope for his future? To just let him live with his horrible memories? Somewhere inside, the anger started to surge and she swallowed her sorrow with her fists. Forcing her body to relax, she went to her brother. “Come on Aidan...it’s time to go home.”

© Kalla July 18, 2005


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