Chapter Twelve

After that conversation she stepped out so he could have some time alone with the kid. He seemed like he needed to compose himself after saying what he said. The energy in the room had changed and she was sure it had something to do with his emotions. Walking through the halls she wondered where Mrs. Michels had gone off too. She’s been gone for quite some time. And according to both Kevin and Ry, she was never to far off from her child.
But she was nowhere on this floor. Sensing her energy fading she closes her eyes and picks up on it before it was gone completely. Opening her eyes once more the glow around the iris presents itself and the aura of her energy intensifies like it did when she used it on Ry’s. Following it back to the elevator she falters not knowing whether she went up or down.
“If you’re looking for Kevin’s mother, she more than likely went to the chapel.” The man from before who had given her and Ry the name tags states, watching her.
“The chapel?” She frowns.
“Yeah, it’s on the fourth floor to the left. You can’t really miss it. Just follow the signs if you get lost. It’ll show you the way.” With that he walks off back to his station looking down at a chart that was in his hands.
She hits the down arrow button and waits for it to open. Once it does she becomes fascinated again by its ability to get her to different floors faster. Hitting the number four on the panel that was displaying a bunch of other numbers as Ry had done she braces herself this time when it larches downward.
Again she couldn’t help but smile at the sensation of the moving object. This ride was shorter than the first time but was still pleasant all the same as the doors dinged opened. Coming out to a new hallway that was similar yet different than the others she had been on thus far. It was dimmer, more quiet and less people were around. Following the trail of her energy she saw that less lights were about on this floor.
She came to a room that held huge wooden double doors that were left wide open. Inside it was even dimmer, candles were lit on stands on either side of the room. Benches were splayed in rows facing the back wall that held a giant cross in the center with a painting of a man with long brown hair and a full beard. No one was inside except for one person.
She steps through and was overwhelmed with such strong energies mixed together it was almost suffocating. The only thing that would cause such a phenomenon was a gathering of people who had felt strongly in this room. A strong belief of their God. After gathering her own composure she hears the soft sounds of weeping. Listening closely to the woman who bowed her head lowly, hands intertwined in front of her she begins to whisper brokenly.
“Please, please I beg of you. Don’t let my baby go. Don’t have him leave this earth. Don’t make him leave me. I know I’m selfish, a selfish being asking so much from you, but allow me to be selfish this one last time. I’ll do anything you want of me, but please don’t make me say goodbye.”
Sobs wracks her thin body as she keeps begging, praying for something that wasn’t going to happen. But while she stood there listening, understanding that nothing could be done, she couldn’t help but watch her face, watch how the pain and what Ry said was grief pour out of her. The energy was unstable and fragile. They were all going to die anyways.
But none of them knew that.
She wanted to understand. She wanted to know what it was that drove these humans to such lengths to make them incomplete and not one with the energy that was provided to them. Why did they allow them to feel these emotions that just brings struggles and difficulties? She didn’t get it, didn’t understand.
But she wanted too.
Silently leaving the room she slowly walks back to the elevator. Thinking of what to do next. His words came back to her. “In my world…Life is more precious to us than death. We love and our biggest fear is death. Everyone fears death, especially when it’s a child who doesn’t get a chance to live.”
Doesn’t get a chance to live? Life was more precious to them in this world. But why do they kill one another? Why do they destroy and harm those around them just for the sake of having power over the other then? “That’s her child who is dying in there and death is even harder to deal with when it’s someone you deeply love.”
When it’s someone you deeply love.
Was love the main factor in all this? Was the emotion they call love more felt above all others?
Maybe…she could help them. Death is inevitable, there was no doubt about that. But like he stated. Death wasn’t certain. What is a little more time to spend with those they love when eventually they were all going to die together anyways? Feeling determined and positive she heads back to the sixth floor where she finds both boys sleeping. Ry’s head was laid down on the bed still holding Kevin’s hand.
She carefully walks up and takes the child’s other hand. It was frail, paper thin, and weak. She could see the veins that the human body holds. She learned all she could of the physical body, fascinated by their functions. She understood that much. Holding his small, cold hand in her own, she leans down to his ear and whispers,
“Protect this life to its very end.”
With that a soft bright glow emits from her chest steadily flowing to her shoulder to her elbow, down to her hand and seeps to Kevin’s. His veins glow white, shooting straight to his own chest. He then takes a deep loud inhale and slowly releases it, sleep still undisturbed. She lets him go, looking to the young man who didn’t move from his position. Reaching over, she carefully, tenderly rakes her fingers through his soft short hair. He takes a small deep sigh of his own from the touch but doesn’t wake either.
She looks at the kid’s vitals they begin to change and then leaves the hospital altogether without another word to anyone.