//------------------------------// // Chapter 7 Part 2 Turnabout 1: A Mother's Desperation // Story: A Hero's Story // by TheBlackPanda //------------------------------// Luna It was heartbreaking to see everyone crying. I looked to the right to see Brandon leaving the room. I know it must have hurt his spirit, as I know his emotions are effected by the people around him. It still shocked me a little. Oh well, I thought to myself, He'll be fine. I couldn't have been more wrong About ten minutes later, he hadn't come back in. This was starting to worry me. I walked outside to check on him. "B?" I called out, "Are you okay?" Then I saw him. He was laying down on his back, in a tiny puddle of blood. He had his iPod in his ears, and a knife in his hand. His eyes were blank. I ran to get him quickly, tears already forming in my eyes. I picked up his body and held it to my chest. I held him in my arms as I ran to the main room. At this point, I was openly crying, the thick tears running down my face. I put him down in front of 'Tia and just stared at her. "What do you expect me to do?" 'Tia asked me. "Bring him back..." "I can't bring back the dead, I can heal the living, but I can't bring the dead back to life." "BULLSHIT!" I screamed. That made me want to vomit. "Excuse me?" I sat down and began to cry even harder. My son just killed himself, months after we were reunited. It wasn't fair. Brian walked over to me. "I have an idea," "Well? Let's hear it." "It's dangerous, but it could work." He ran off, then came back with a jar. He filled it with Brandon's blood. He made a tube and a bag for the blood inside. Placing the tube inside of what I now noticed as Brandon's slit wrist, he squeezed the blood out of the bag. "I'm putting blood in his veins. Now, what you need to do is jump start his heart. That way, the wound will close, and his heart will start pumping." Brian said. It was one hell of idea. I put the electricity in my hands, and slammed it down on his chest. Nothing. "Do you want to see him again?" He asked. "Yes, but I don't wanna hurt him..." "PUT YOUR ALL INTO IT." I did as he asked. When I slammed on his chest, I lost all feeling, and my world went dark. ------------------------------------------------------ I woke up. My surroundings were nothing but white. Finally, after what felt like hours staring at nothing, I decided to do this like a badass. I choose a direction and started walking. It was dumb at first, then I saw it. A ruined city was just ahead. The buildings were toppled, and crying could be heard. Picking up the pace to a jog, then a full sprint, then flight, I went to the city. Then I looked ahead. A mound of bodies was forming. And at the very top, sitting still, was Brandon. I flew to the top and sat next to him. "Hi!" He turned to look at me, "Go away, Mom. You shouldn't be here." "No, not until you come back with me." At least, I hoped this was what it was. "Here, I won't cause others to lose their loved ones. Equestria doesn't need me to ruin their lives." "You haven't ruined anyone's life. You're a savior." "Yeah, a savior that lets others die in his wake." "No. Let me show you something." I pulled something out from behind my back, it was his teddy bear from pre-school. It was a deep brown, with a missing leg. "Hey! How'd you get Teddy?" He asked, almost serious. "I have my ways. Who do you think allowed your caretaker to get this for you?" "You allowed that to happen?" "Yep." I nodded. "What does this have to do with me going back?" "Simple, Teddy is just as lonely as you are. Take him back, and you will understand." I held Teddy out to him. "I don't need Teddy, Mom..." I laughed and held out my hand. He took it and everything around us was washed away by white. I held him to me and whispered "I love you." "I love you too, Mom." The whiteness faded away. ------------------------------------------------------------ We woke up, I did a head count, we were all here. I kissed him on the cheek. He was alive. Barely. Maybe I'll tell him about how bad his condition was over some breakfast after this was over. I'm proud to have a good son.