The End of The Beginning

Chapter 28

(A/N: So I'm over my writers block, these next parts might be a little tricky so keep you're eye out for things out of the ordinary. Owen is fifteen now, by the way, making Rose sixteen. David is going to stay out of parrot mode for a while and please don't forget dead characters. Oh and one more thing, Grace is okay, but not important to our story as of right now. Well I think that's it, I'll try and post as many chapters as I can within the next week)

Chapter 28:

            Apparently David has the ability to teleport places with just a thought in mind. David and I have become fairly good friends but I’m fairly sure something is going to happen. I mean it’s the outback and anyone I don’t despise dies. He’s probably going to pet a koala, ger scratched by it, then kicked by a kangaroo and then an ostrich is going to fly and drop a giant egg on his head and send him into the ground where an alligator will eat him. Or maybe a hunter will shoot him with an arrow and he’ll hit his head on a rock. Either is possible.

            Grace is still weak so I end up carrying her wherever we go. She’s pretty small, so it’s not actually a big deal. I just wish I could leave her with my parents. Oh wait, they’re dead. Neither David nor I actually have a plan to do anything. He doesn’t even know who Rose is except the fact that apparently I’ve been muttering her name in my sleep according to Grace.

            I want to hunt the demons down, find out if I did this to them. I’m actually hoping I did, I’d like to think that they aren’t evil. But that might just make me feel worse considering I made pure souls dirty.

I’d probably do that when I got older anyway (wink).

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            I woke up one morning, exceedingly groggy. David was standing over me, putting a cool towel over me. “Dude, you were out for a while. You’ve been muttering her name for a while.” He said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I sat up, gingerly rubbing my head. I couldn’t have been out that long.

“How long has it been since my parents died?” I wondered aloud.
“Sorry mate, I don’t know.”

“Dave, what’s todays date?”

“Um I believe it is July seventh, why?”

“No way, that was last month!” I exclaimed.

“Wot? No it’s today, I saw a newspaper.”

            Did I travel back in time or…

            Is it possible that it’s been nearly a year? I’ve been with David for a while. No trouble has really come our way. Neither Mr. Grey nor Mr. Stone have bothered us. I cover my head in my hands, my eyes feel heavy.

“You look like Hell, dear.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Mate, I need to have a serious talk with you.”

“With that accent, it’s hard to take you seriously.” I remarked.
“Wotcher, kiddo. I’ve been doing some research of me own an I’ve come to a…conclusion, shall we say?”

“Get to the point,” I sighed.

“Chill. Okay, so you know how your power is Hell?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “Well apparently only they heir of Satan has that. So technically, you’re like Satan.”

            This made me bolt upright. I knocked my head on a low hanging light I didn’t realize was there. I actually just realized I’m in a bed in an oddly blue room. I know it’s odd to think about that at this specific moment but what else am I to do?

“Satan?” I gaped.

“You are not Satan, believe me. You are an heir to Satan.” I groan and lean back. “Hey, kiddo, it doesn’t mean you’re bad. I’ve done some other research too. It just means letting go.”
“Of what?”

“Your past.”

            I don’t know what to say at this point. Am I ready to give up all of these memories? What does it even mean?

“Excuse me?”

“Okay, this is a lot to take in. Well those with the Hell power have the opportinuty to change their power. They just have to give up some memories. Your parents, for example, will be erased from your mind. As well as anyone who could have possibly given you that power or anyone you gave part of the power to.”

“Part of…” I trail off. The demons. That would mean I would forget about Brook and…and I would forget about Rose.

            A plump woman comes trudging through the doorway, a bowl of steaming soup in her hands.

“Not now, ma.” David groans. “Gotta go, get some sleep, dream boy.”

            I close my eyes, taking all of this information in.