Please, Don't Break Your Promise

Part I Chapter 6

[A/N] I promise you'll need the Puffs Tissues for real this time. I apologize to you all for making your tear ducts sore, but its a necessary part of the story. So, um, enjoy :D

Ever awaiting fans,

Jinx

Part I Chapter 6

Bright red angry flames licked the walls. The terrifying orange devil brought back horrible memories. No, no, no, not again, I silently willed my mind. Not again. Please don’t let anyone be hurt, I prayed. But I knew it was inevitable, as unlikely as the sun not rising in the morning.

Smoke clogged my lungs and my eyes began watering. I turned to shake Ryan awake and terror seized me when I didn’t see him beside me. I looked at the fire. It had spread along one whole wall, Tara’s wall, and was making its way through the small basement. The place didn’t look as big as it first had when we had found this secret place.

My throat worked. “Ryan! Tara! Christian! Andy!” I yelled into the fire, getting up and running towards it, trying to make out figures in the leaping mass of fire. I coughed as smoke made its way into my lungs. I didn’t care. “Ryan,” I wept. “Please. Please, please, be okay.” 

I looked around the basement one last time, before I ran to the window and pulled myself out. I rolled out into the open space, catching movement from the corner of my eye. I snapped my attention to see a figure disappearing around the corner at the end of the alley. And I knew the fire was a setup.

I turned to run after it but the loud bang behind me had me turning back to the window. I glanced again at the end of the alleyway. There was no one there now. I looked back into the window and my eyes searched, staring deep into the fast spreading flames.

A slight movement caught my eye and I saw him. My brother. My heart leapt up to my collarbone and I yelled his name. Calling for him to come to me. He was leaning on the floor near Christian’s wall. A scorched piece of black mass was beside him and I knew without a doubt it was Christian.

“Ryan!” I yelled again. He raised his eyes to me, the green looking haunted and pain etched deeply into those glowing orbs. I pushed myself halfway through the window. “Come on! Please Ryan! Just stand up and walk! I’ll pull you out! Please!” I called desperately.

My heart thumped loudly as Ryan slowly stood up. He staggered towards the window, his arm grasping mine. I began pulling him out of the basement, uncaring of the pain that lanced through my body. I needed to get him out of there.

Another explosion rang in my ears and I saw red before my eyes. Everything became blurry and my head banged against the ground. Everything swam before my eyes. No, no, I can’t pass out, I thought to myself. I looked for Ryan, standing before the window. He stumbled and I caught him.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes tearing up.

“They’re gone, you know.” I nodded, but he wasn’t looking at me. “They’re gone, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. His hand…his hand was in mine when his coat caught on fire. I couldn’t save him Rayne, I couldn’t.” My brother’s shoulders shook with sobs and I didn’t know what to do, so I just held him.

“Ryan,” I cried. “Ryan.” I hugged him tightly and pulled back as he shook slightly. He had a slight smile on his face now.

“I love you, sis,” he whispered. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “I love you so much,” he repeated. His lips brushed against my forehead, lingering longer than normal.

“I love you too, bro,” I cried. His fingers brushed my cheeks, wiping the tears away.

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” he said. “It’s not your fault. Everything will be okay. You have me, right?” His voice was growing weaker and weaker. I shushed him and tried to pull him away from the window. He stumbled again.

We both fell to the ground, his body on mine, crushing the breath out of me.

“Ryan,” I pushed him off my body and rose to look down at him.

“Ryan?” He didn’t move. His eyes were blank, unblinking. “Ryan? Ryan,” I leaned down over him, shaking him. He didn’t respond. The unnatural warmth on my arms had me looking down at them.

Blood covered my palms, fingers, arms and clothes. I didn’t realize I was hurt. I didn’t care and reached for Ryan again when the thought finally clicked in my head.

No. No, no, no, no, no! “Ryan! Ryan, wake up! Please, wake up!” I screamed, my throat working with held back sobs. I lifted his head onto my lap and looked down at him as tears streamed down my face.

I clutched at his body trying to retain the warmth. Trying to make him come back to life. His cold skin froze me completely, to the soul.

A dark feeling draped over me, making everything disappear into white noise.  And anger surged through me.

Deep, black, menacing, unforgiving, hard boiling hatred. At the world, at my crazy mom, at my runaway dad, at the stupid foster homes, the death, at my whole damned existence. I cried.

I cried and cried and cried.

“You said it wasn’t my fault,” I mouthed.

“You promised,” I whispered.

“You said it would be all right,” I sobbed.

“YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE HERE!!!” I screamed.

“RYAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[A/N] Part I complete. Await Part II in the next couple of days. Please VOMMENT >_< !!!