Parallel Universe: Ch 9
#9 of Parallel Universe
Resolution
Note: This chapter is the third part of what happened 13 years ago and will be retold in a 3rd person view.
"You're not taking any victims, Death!" the wolf growled, showing his canine teeth. His eyes burned with hatred as he gazed upon the skeleton's eyes.
Death himself stared the lupine warrior. He was confused of his actions. It shows no fear towards him. Instead, it shows a burning desire to kill him. As death chuckled, the wolf lunged forward and tried to hack him down in such a high velocity. Death, knowing that he couldn't avoid the attack, blocked it with the scythe's pole. The sound of metal hitting metal soon followed the rhythmic attacks between the two. The family stayed on the corners of the room, avoiding all the attacks that could hit them. The wolf ended his flurry of attacks with another vertical hack. The sword imbended itself almost half way of the pole. The wolf then kicked the skeleton murderer, sending him to a wall behind him. The wolf then took another defensive position againts him.
"Impressive..." Death grinned. "Your skills are quite interesting..."
The wolf just gazed upon the heartless murderer.
"This is the fourth time I'm surprised today," the skeleton shook it's head. "I must say, today is quite exciting. But now, we must part."
The wolf flinched at the last sentence and quickly dashed forward. He slashed the creature, but he wasn't quick enough. Death easily dodged the attack and flew away through the opened window into the darkness. The ice walls slowly melt away, and the exits are opened again. The wolf sheathed his sword to his back and turned to the family.
"Is everyone okay?" he panted.
"N-no..." Marsha sobbed. Her tears covered her cheeks.
"Who's injured?" the wolf panicked.
"He's not injured! He's dead!" Marsha yelled. The wolf's muzzle were gaping as the mother was comforted by her husband. He then walked towards the small child and bent down.
"Can you tell me where he is?" he whispered. The small boy just sobbed as he point the dining room. "Thanks..." the wolf rubbed his head. He then slowly stood up and walked towards the room. He saw a limp body in the middle of the room. The pool of blood surrounded the small body. He sighed and slowly walk towards him. He then chant some words before the room was filled with light once more. As the light covers the boy, his wounds slowly began to close. The boy soon coughed out loud which gain everyone's attention. The family ran towards the room and found the boy in the wolf's arm. His wounds have closed, only leaving huge scars on his front and back. The family was deeply shocked of the scene.
"Don't just stand there," the wolf spoke out. "We need to take him to a hospital. He suffered a major blood loss."
"Ah, okay," Peter ran out and started his minivan. The family and the wolf followed him and entered the car. The wolf took out a white cloak under his brown jacket and wore it over his body. He wore the hood, covering his lupine features. He wrapped the injured child with the jacket he's been wearing. It's warm now because of his fur and body heat. As they arrive the hospital area, the wolf opened the door and jumped out before it got the chance to stop. He dashed to the receptionist and yelled out loud.
"There's an emergency!" he shouted. "He's experiencing major blood loss!" The nurses nodded and escorted him to the nearest ICU, not paying attention to his lupine figure and tail. The wolf laid the boy to the bed before stepping out of the room. The doctors and nurses rushed in and took care of the rest. The wolf sighed and sat down on one of the seats. His ears perked up and heard heavy footsteps heading his way. Without looking up, he knew it was the child's family.
"How is he?" Peter gasped.
"In there," the wolf kept staring at his arms. They were trembling all the time. Seeing the pool of blood and touching the child's cold body reminded him of that time. He couldn't stop figeting. Those memories returned to him slowly.
"Mom... Dad..." he mumbled. His tears rolled down his muzzle and hit his paws. Marsha took notice of the lupine teen and sat next to him. Slowly, she reached to the teen and rubbed his back.
"Um..." she whispered. "It's okay..."
The wolf continued to cry as they wait for the doctors to exit the room. Finally, after waiting for an hour, the doctors stepped out.
"How is he, doc?" Peter desparately asked.
"He's stable now," the doctor read his notepad. "Clearly, the young man carrying him was right. He suffered a major loss of blood. Other than that, he seems fine, except for the scars on his front and back. According to me, they're still fresh. How did he get those anyways?"
"Oh, um..." Peter scratched his head.
"It's his birthmark," Violet lied. "Yeah! It always looked like that!"
"Um... Okay..." the doctor scratched his head. "Well, truthfully, something still bothers me... How did he lose so much blood? I don't see any wounds or anything."
"Um..." Violet started to lose her ideas.
"Well, that aside, he's still asleep. So if you want to visit him, try not to wake him up," the doctor walked away. Everyone entered the room to see a sleeping child with a blood infusion attatched to him. The heart meter shows a steady heart rate. Almost everyone was relaxed. The wolf immedietly stepped outside and sat down on the same spot.
"Hey," a man's voice was heard. He looked up and saw the family gazing at him.
"Thanks for saving him," Peter smiled. The wolf stood up and wiped his eyes. "Can you tell us your name?"
"Louis..." the wolf mumbled.
"Thanks, Louis," Mark pulled him into a tight hug. "You saved my grandkid."
Louis, who wasn't expecting a hug, was shocked. His muzzle was almost exposed to everyone in the hall.
"How can we ever repay you?" Violet's smile gleamed.
"J-just keep him safe," Louis stammered. "That's all there is."
"Oh, something bothered me," Marsha said. "When you cried earlier, you said mom and dad. Does that mean..."
Louis felt pain in his heart. He was constantly reminded of the tragic event at Christmas. His ears flattened and he began to cry again. Marsha felt awful and comforted the 19 year old.
"I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay..." Louis sniffed. "What happens in the past, stays in the past. The only thing I could do is move forward."
"I see..." Marsha sighed in relief.
"But..." Louis sighed, "at least I could tell you about their deaths."
The family listened closely to Louis' past as they wait for the time to pass.
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The next morning...
Louis found himself asleep in the hospital room. He hasn't change his appearance from yesterday. Slowly, he reverted back to his human self. As he looked around, he was jumped by a boy.
"Shhh..." the boy in the mage costume whispered. "Don't wake them up."
Louis' eyes were shot open by the rude awakening. He smiled and placed the child on the ground. He slowly walked towards the door and exited. There, he was confronted by Mark and Peter.
"You're leaving?" Mark said.
"Yeah..." Louis replied. "I still have school and work."
"Can you do us another favour?" Peter stared at him seriously.
"Um... Yes, sir... What is it?" Louis raised an eyebrow.
"Can you take Alex with you?"
This really shocked Louis. As he was about to shout, Peter and Mark quickly silenced him.
"Shhh!" Peter paniced. "We don't want our wives to hear us." The both of them released him at the same time.
"Wh-why?" Louis looked at them questioningly. "I mean, why do you want me to bring him?"
"I was my decision," a little boy's voice appeared. Louis looked down and saw the kid. "I want to know how to use magic too!"
"Why would you want that?"
"I don't wanna see Michael got hurt because of me. I wanna become as strong as you so I can protect me and Michael."
Louis looked at the fathers.
"We're as surprised as you are," Peter sighed. "But we couldn't talk him out of it. Since you seem reliable, can you?"
"What about your wives?" Louis gave them a worried look.
"Don't worry, we'll think of something," Mark chuckled softly. Louis looked at the child's eyes. He was dead serious. He sighed in defeat.
"Alright, I'll do it," Louis replied the favour.
"Thanks," Peter smiled. "Well, we're counting on you."
"Let's go mister Louis!" Alex tugged the teen's cloak.
Louis chuckled at the child's enthusiasm. "Don't call me that. Just call me Louis."
"Okay Louis!" Alex smiled happily as the both of them walked towards the exit.
"Till we meet again..." Louis smiled back at the men once again. The fathers nodded as they watch the both of them leave.
"Well son," Mark patted Peter on the back, "let's try and find a reason."
"You're right, dad." Peter smiled back. He took one last look of his son's back.
'They grew up so fast...' the father of two smiled sadly. He followed his dad inside the room, waiting for the other one to wake up.
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For those of you who wanted to know, Michael woke up a few days after that. If you want to know about Louis' past, please, let me know. I'll try to fill it in somewhere.