Ein frisch geschriebener Auszug aus Kapitel 7 für @blitzgeschichten
Feuerrot, orange und lila ging die Sonne auf, während Connor sich die Treppen zu seiner Wohnung hinauf schleppte. Ihm tat alles weh, mehr noch als sonst. Die Jagd war anstrengend gewesen, aber auch notwendig. Er und der Wolf hatten dringend überschüssige Energie abbauen müssen.
Die Nacht war seltsam friedlich gewesen. Etwas, dass er überhaupt nicht erwartet hätte. Nachdem Nisha gestorben und ihr Tor gefallen war, hätten die Auswirkungen längst beginnen müssen. Es hätte Naturkatastrophen geben müssen. Den Beginn einer Seuche oder eines Krieges. Stattdessen war bisher noch gar nichts passiert. Es war, als würde das Universum sie warten lassen, um dann zuzuschlagen, wenn sie es am wenigsten erwarteten.
Vor der Eingangstür ließ er sich auf den Treppen nieder und blickte in den Sonnenaufgang. Er hatte Angst, vor dem, was ihn drinnen erwartete. War Anya inzwischen wieder aufgewacht?
Sie hatte sich gestern zwar wieder einigermaßen zusammengeflickt, nach ihrem Bad war sie allerdings fast wieder zusammengebrochen. Dann hatte sie Fieber bekommen und wieder das Bewusstsein verloren. Solange sie in diesem Zustand war konnten sie hier nicht weg.
Dabei sollten sie das dringend. Sie mussten zurück zu den anderen und sich irgendetwas wegen Marah einfallen lassen. Jede Minute, die sie hier vergeudeten, würde sich nachher rächen.
Connor schloss die Augen und ließ sich die Sonnenstrahlen aufs Gesicht scheinen. Er fühlte sich müde und ausgelaugt und wollte nichts mehr, als sich hinzulegen und sehr lange zu schlafen. Stattdessen hockte er hier und traute sich nicht in seine eigene Wohnung. Was, wenn Anya tot war?
Er schüttelte den Kopf und schob den Gedanken beiseite. Das war lächerlich. Sie hatte schon so viel überlebt, sie würde auch jetzt überleben.
Mit einem Ruck stand er wieder auf und wandte sich der Tür zu. Was auch immer ihn dahinter erwartete, so schlimm konnte es nicht sein. Und wenn doch, dann musste er da eben durch.
“I am aware, we could have handled this more sensitive”, Morrigan admitted, while taking a look around the room.
Anya chuckled. “I don’t blame you, I blame your husband. He knows exactly in what situation this brings me and he did it anyway.”
“He didn’t think about you.”
“Of course not. He never does.” That was just how Garrett was.
“Now that’s just rude”, Garrett answered from the floor, where he had been typing on his phone for the past hour.
“That’s the truth”, Anya replied coldly. “I am the last person you think about. Always. You just do what you think is best for you at the moment. You don’t consider what this does to me.”
“So tell me: What does it do to you?”, he asked.
“I spent the past fifty years trying to convince everyone you’re dead, so you and Morrigan could live your best life”, she reminded him. “I had to lie to everyone.”
He shrugged. “That’s just what you do anyway. Don’t act like anything was different for you during that time.”
“You were gone, Garrett. Of course everything was different. Connor and the rest, they mourned you and I had to act like I was mourning you too.” She had distanced herself from everyone during that time. It seemed like the only logical thing to do, but it had been a lonely time.
“And to be honest, part of me did actually mourn you”, she added. “Because this time you were really gone and you didn’t plan on coming back and I thought I’d be truly alone for the first time.” She chuckled. “I should have known you’d change your mind”
Before the Romanov siblings talk.
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“With all due respect, baba, I am old enough to make my on choices. I did what I had to do and I would do it again.” Morrigan got up.
“You didn’t have to do it”, Ade reminded her. “You wanted to.”
She turned around to him. “Do you think I wanted to go to exile for fifty years? Do you think I didn’t miss you? Do you think I stole the book just because I felt like it? That thing is evil. But imagine what would have happened, if the book had been around during the witch war.”
“That’s not what I meant. Anya could have taken the book and left with it, just like she did all those times before.” Most likely she’d been happy to do so. She didn’t like people anyway. “But you did it, just to be with Garrett.”
“Yes.” Morrigan nodded. “Because, believe it or not, I love him. And I don’t owe you an apology or an explanation for it.”
“Are you okay?” Connor leaned against the doorway.
“Sure.” Anya cleared her throat and wiped her eyes as if she had cried. He couldn’t really remember seeing her cry in all the time they’d known each other. Garrett clearly overstepped a line with what he said earlier.
“Are you really or are you just saying that to make me stop talking?”
She sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
“Garrett can be a real prick, right?” He stepped into the room and sat down on the floor next to her.
“He always is.” Anya leaned back against the wall. “He doesn’t think before speaking. Sometimes I wonder why no one has killed him yet.”
“Yeah, me too.” Connor took her hand.
Silence fell. They could hear Garrett and Jamie fight down the hall about something neither of them understood, but otherwise it was quiet. Not even the old house made any sound.
“Quirin clearly likes you, so don’t listen to Garrett”, Connor said then.
“He was kinda right though.” Anya shrugged. “I don’t do well with children. I just wish he would have left Sasha out of it.”
He looked at her from the side. “I didn’t know you had any children.”
“I don’t.” She paused. “I mean I did. Once. But ...” She stopped and looked away. “It was a long time ago.”
“Do you miss them?”
“Him”, she corrected. “And no, not really. He died right after he was born. I just don’t like to think about him.”
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“You lied to me.” Connor turned around, looking at Anya with the same cold eyes that always made Garrett shiver.
“Yes”, she answered. “I did.”
“Why?” Connor looked hurt, something Garrett wasn’t used to see anymore. Ever since Grace and the children died, Connor had been cold.
“Because I asked her to”, Garrett said. “And she didn’t only lie to you, but also to everyone else, if that makes it any better.”
“It doesn’t.” Connor didn’t even look at him - this was bad. “And I wasn’t talking to you.”
Of course not.
“I trusted you, Anya”, he went on. “ I trusted you and you lied to me.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I lied about Garrett and Morrigan. I’m not proud of it, but I’d do it again.”
Connor turned back to the window and stayed silent for a long time. Neither Anya nor Garrett got up to leave, but Garrett could see, she wanted to. She seemed troubled by the situation and by how angry Connor was. Maybe it had been a bad idea to get back to Connor now.
“When we talked about why you brought me back, were you lying too?”, Connor asked then.
Anya shook her head. “No. I brought you back to lead us. It has to be you. They won’t follow anyone else.”
“Why me? Why not Garrett?”
“Have you met him?” She forced a smile on her face. “He’s impulsive, reckless and insensitive. He’d get us killed in a few weeks.”
“I’m right here”, Garrett complained, but no one seemed to take notice of him.
“I got most of our allies killed at Oklahoma”, Connor reminded her. “And even more in London.”
“Non of those deaths were your fault. I know it’s much, but someone has to make decisions. And you’re a good person, you try to make the right ones.”
“And I appear to be failing miserably.” He turned back around.
“You’re not. For what I know, we’re all failing.”
“Yes, but only I am responsible.”
“You’re not. If anyone is, I am. I was the one to force this upon you after all.”
Where Garrett feels being talked over.
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“Get up, we need you”, Anya said, her voice cold like ice.
Connor couldn’t look up to her, still clutching Andy’s body to his. He couldn’t move, no matter how hard he wanted to. His body refused to function, refused to stop crying, refused to continue to fight. “I can’t.”
She squatted down next to him, not paying attention to the fight going on around them. Only now he realized, there was a long cut drawn across her face. She was covered in blood and her whole body was shaking.
“Get up. I won’t say it again.” Despite bleeding, Anya’s voice remained calm and focused. “You can’t stay here.”
Connor knew he couldn't. There was still fighting and killing to be done, but he was paralyzed. All he could think of, was Andy in his arms.
Anya slapped him hard.
He held his burning cheek in disbelieve, letting go of Andy and staring at her. Did she really just hit him?
“Get. Up.” She picked up his sword and pressed it to his chest. “We don’t have time for any of this. You can mourn when we’re done here.”
She was right. She was totally right, Connor knew it. They were in the middle of combat and they were loosing. But still, he couldn’t move. He didn’t know how she was still in such a clear state of mind.
She hit him again - this time even harder. “Goddammit, Connor! Get it together! Everyone lost something, but it will be nothing compared to what we’re about to loose right now. We need to win this! We need you!”
Connor had no idea, how she could still think straight about winning the battle. They were being overrun by demons. This wasn’t a fight anymore, it was a massacre. Still, she was right.
Anya stood up and held her hand out. “Come”, was all she said.
Where things went downwards.
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