Dark Side (Completed)

Bonus Chapter 1

*When Lawrence Died*

I barely had time to think about what I was doing before I did it. Johanna was fighting back tears and Daniel was struggling to move.

Maybe it was the true hero inside me finally deciding to make an appearance. Maybe it was just my inner stupidity, but I barely hesitated before I jumped between Johanna and her father.

There was a flash of light and a searing pain in my chest that flared through my spine and up towards my shoulders. It was like throwing myself into a fiery inferno, but I fell unconscious before I could even hit the rooftop again.

My body hit, and suddenly all the pain was gone. My eyes fluttered open and I sat up hesitantly. I patted my arms and chest to find them unharmed. My brows knit together in confusion.

A sudden movement flashed in the corner of my eye. I turned to see Johanna fall to her knees beside a heap of orange. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized it was me.

I scrambled to my feet and rushed to kneel on the other side of myself.

"Shit," I breathed as I looked down at my face. It was scraped on one side from the fall, "Not good, not good."

I reached out to feel for my own pulse, but my hand went right through my body. I pulled it back and stared at it. I then tried to touch Johanna, only for the same thing to happen.

"Shit," I breathed again.

Johanna pulled my head onto her lap.

"Oh no," I muttered as I stared at myself.

"I'm sorry," Johanna whispered, "I'm so sorry."

My eyes widened, "No, no, no! This is not your fault. Don't you dare do that to yourself, Johanna!"

She wiped under her eye as she set me back on the ground. She hovered her hands over my chest and made her hands spark.

I crawled forward to watch as she tried to start my heart again. As her hands made contact, I was surprised to find a small, needle like pain flaring in my heart. It disappeared as quickly as it came.

I knelt down and put my face next to well... my face, "Come on, Lawrence! Wake up!"

Johanna touched down again and this time, the pain lingered longer.

"You can do it. You can't leave her here! You can't leave Johanna. You can't leave Emily, or Mom, or Dad. You just need to open your eyes!"

My body still laid limp and I slammed my fist against the rooftop growling in frustration.

"I'm so sorry, Lawrence," she whispered. I looked up to see her forehead against mine, electrically charged tears falling onto my cheek with a sizzle. It tickled and I tried to wipe the feeling away.

"No, don't cry," I pleaded.

"You never deserved any of this."

I could only stare sadly at her as she battled her inner emotion.

"Wake up," I told myself, "You have to."

I messed up. This shouldn't have happened. This is all my fault.

"Why did you have to be the goddamned hero, Lawrence? Why did you have to die?"

"Shit," I muttered, "Wake up, wake up."

Then Johanna did something that I'll never forget. She kissed me. The air spit and crackled around her, her powers going crazy because of all the emotions whirling around inside her.

I began to feel a tickle in my stomach. It quickly started to burn, inching its way up through my rib cage and into my neck and temples. It grew in intensity and I couldn't help but gasp, doubling over in pain. God, there was nothing but pain. Black spots danced across my vision as I fell onto my back, clutching the area over my heart.

I was engulfed in darkness, but it wasn't long before the pain pulled me back into reality. My eyelids felt like they were glued together. My body felt like it was on fire, and not in the good way.

I groaned, but still found it difficult to move.

"Lawrence?" I heard a distant voice.

Wake up, wake up! I chanted to myself.

Slowly I peeled my eyelids apart and looked up into two orbs of stunning hazel.

The only brilliant thing I could think of to say at that moment was, "Ow."

She let out a short sob before she threw herself onto my chest and hugged me tightly.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Don't say anything. Don't ruin it.

"Don't ever do that again," she said through her tears.

"I'm not planning on it."

She clutched me tighter, letting out another sob.

Pain. Yup that's pain.

"It's okay," I tried to sooth her. I didn't want her to cry. My hand somehow found its way to the back of her head, "I'm here now."

That seemed to make her relax a little. I was trying to stay strong, but damn. Pain.

I tried to distract myself, mainly so I wouldn't throw up or pass out, "Johanna," she looked up at me, "Did you just kiss me?"

She blushed profusely before quickly changing the subject, "We should probably get you out of here."

I smirked triumphantly, but couldn't help but agree. I mentally prepared myself for a whole lot of pain.