Dark Stranger

Scott - Part 2

"Promise.....me....."

"I promise Kris." I looked up at his face and saw the smile before his last breath left his body. I wanted to howl, to rage, to break every stick of furniture in the room. I could do it too. Instead I shrieked inside my mind and felt myself start to fall apart again. The Doctor and Kris's nurse came back into the room at the sounds from the machine monitoring his heartbeat and check for signs of life. I could have told them not to bother. He was gone.

The Doctor put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry son. We'll leave you alone for a moment."

They left and I was alone with my misery.

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Scott's POV

I was awake, and yet I wasn't. I could hear someone crying and yet there was no one else in my room. Don't ask me how I knew that, I just did. I could tell I was in a hospital, there were the usual hospital smells, beeps from machines and the bustle of medical staff performing their duties around me. I knew I was hooked up to machines and that my injuries must be severe for me to still be under. Thing was I felt fine. In fact I felt fabulous. I didn't feel any pain, I was flying when I was aware. I couldn't seem to open my eyes though. There was something holding me back.

When I dreamed, all I could remember was that man... no, not a man. Something else.

My Oma said that my family was touched. I hope that didn't mean I was going crazy. The only thing that seemed to pull me to the surface was a voice. It was melodic and interesting. There was something about that voice that made me want to open my eyes and see who was speaking. Sometimes it was just a sound, other times I could hear words. They didn't always make sense, but I picked out a particular word that I knew I liked. 'Blondie', I liked it. I don't think I'd ever had a pet name before and I wanted to see who was calling me that.

"No don't go, please."

I wanted to say it out loud. Did I speak or not? He left.

A tear slowly trickled down my cheek. Why didn't you stay with me? Why did I want him to? It's not like I knew the owner of that voice. He just made me want to talk, so I could hear his reply. I want to get up out of this bed and look in the mirror. Do I look the same or is my face a mess? I remembered the bullet striking my head, the force of the impact numbing my face and then the second shot that felt like I'd been kicked in the chest by a horse. It made me stagger and then I fell. How could he have done that to me? Robert, why did you shoot me?

I think it was that thing. That not a man. His eyes. I didn't want to see them ever again in my life. They felt like they were sucking my soul out of my body. I'm a pretty decent guy, I mean I don't have too many bad habits. I definitely don't skirt the line as closely as my partner. Robert, he's pretty much a man you don't mess with. I've met a few like him in my time with the Department. He was bad, but he was lately starting to smell sooty. I mean that smell like your soul's been barbequed.

Maybe Oma's right maybe I do have a bit of an edge. I seem to pick up things a bit faster than other people. It's made me a bit quicker than others when it comes to putting two and two together. Sometimes things just click. My last partner requested early retirement because he felt I was showing him up. Robert had seemed cool early on, but I quickly figured out he was either dirty or making something on the side away from the department. His income didn't fit his expenditure. I was pretty sure he was on something too. Maybe speed? Maybe cocaine? Lately he seemed off. Then there was the whole shooting me thing. Why? He hadn't been aiming at me in the beginning. Then that man... thing looked at him and it was as if he was gone and standing where he had been standing was an empty shell. Then he had raised his weapon and shot me.