Whisper

Author’s Note: *sighs* Well, this is it, people. It’s been great, and I really appreciate the comments and the reviews that I’ve received. This has to be the first series of stories that I’ve written, and people were almost screaming for more. Thank you, one and all, for your support. Hmm . . . I think that it’s almost time to publish another story . . . yes, I believe that it is . . .

Beast Wars belongs to Mainframe and Hasbro, and Evanescence own their songs. Oh, and I’ve adopted Dinobot as a headcharacter. I think. Either that, or the Realm does exist, and one of my Dinobots have escaped . . . =^_^=

Catch me as I fall

Say you’re here and it’s all over now

Sinead was tossing slightly. Rhinox sighed, and put his hand upon her shoulder, holding her slightly more still. Her mother looked to him, and sighed. “I never knew . . .”

He shook his head, and picked Sinead up, looking to the mirror. “I’m not going to tell you not to worry about it. I have the feeling that those two were close, and that she will recover slowly. The worst wound that she has, is her heart, Ma’am.”

“What?!”

Rhinox smiled sadly. “As the Greeks once said, ‘She was pierced by Cupid’s arrow.’” He paused. “I don’t know if she’ll ever recover fully.” He walked through, the mother behind him. Once Sinead was settled upon her bed, Rhinox turned to the older human, and said, “Try to get her to talk about it.”

Speaking to the atmosphere

No one’s here and I fall into myself

Rhinox was gone. The mirror was now only that, and nothing more. Sinead stared up at the ceiling, hearing the wind blow outside her window mournfully. Her mother was sitting there, she knew, and she whispered, “Can you get something for me, please?”

“Yes . . . tell me where it is.”

“In the closet . . . the corner, behind the prom dress.”

This truth drives me into madness

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away

Sinead’s mother placed the hilt of the sword within her daughter’s hand, helping her close her fingers around it. “Is this it?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“It was his, wasn’t it.”

“Yeah.”

The mother sighed, stood, and said, “If you need anything, call me. I’m going to make you some tea.”

Don’t turn away

Don’t give into the pain

Sinead’s eyes closed, as her mind flickered through fragments of memory. Their first meeting . . . then when they always needed each other the most. She opened her eyes, to look slowly over at her calender, seeing the small blue dots that represented the days that she and Dinobot had met upon. She located the date after an effort, knowing that it was a school day . . . April 28, 2003.

Dinobot died two days ago.

Don’t try to hide

Though they’re screaming your name

Her mother arrived with the tea, and helped her sit up. She knew that Sinead wouldn’t let go of the sword, and she didn’t expect her to. They sat in silence, broken only by the small sounds whenever Sinead took a sip from her tea. Finally her mother broke the silence, telling her of how she had woken up, to hear voices. She didn’t know who they were, and had grabbed a staff, preparing to beat the living daylights out of the intruders. Only . . . they turned out to tell her about the secret that she had been wondering about, that her daughter had been keeping from her.

Sinead looked at her. “One sounds like Rhinox was.”

“He still lives, Sinead.”

Don’t close your eyes

God knows what lies behind them

The girl bowed her head, willing herself not to cry anymore. Dinobot’s last words to her . . . what were they? Was it, “Don’t cry. You . . . you knew that it would come”? No . . . that didn’t seem right.

The doorbell rang, and Sinead looked to her mom, saying, “You know I’ll be fine.”

“Try to stay off of your feet.”

“I will.”

Don’t turn out the light

Never sleep never die

No . . . the words were different . . . more substantial . . .

She reached carefully into her back pocket, and pulled free a piece of paper, folded. Carefully, she placed the sword across her knees, and then opened the paper, revealing a scrawled note . . . but she knew that it was written carefully.

I’m frightened by what I see

But somehow I know that there’s much more to come

The words were revealed, and she brushed her hand across the writing, feeling tears well up once more from behind her eyes. Before they could fall to the paper below her face. The words were from a well-known song, from a well-known movie. They were simple, yet could hold many meanings.

They were . . .

“Bring me to life.”

Another tear fell, missing the paper, but barely. She felt someone watching her, but paid it no heed. Dinobot had said something different . . . slightly different.

Immobilized by my fear

And soon to be blinded by tears

I can stop the pain if I will it all away

“No . . . he said, ‘You brought me to life,’” she whispered, sighing painfully. She had bruised some ribs, she knew, and had many more cuts and scratches. A staff lay by her bedside, and she recognized it as the one that she had leaned upon, while following Dinobot. As she looked over the scorched bark, she saw that the wood was a rich color beneath. “How did that get here?”

Don’t turn away

Don’t give into the pain

The girl sat back again, rubbing at her eyes. “I had told him that I knew that he would want me to live my life. I knew that he would want me to do so, and . . . and I knew that it would hurt.” She steeled herself, feeling the want to see him again, and then rubbed at her face. There were bandages upon her hands. Where had she scraped her palms again?

Oh yes.

She had been scaling down the cliff.

Don’t try to hide

Though they’re screaming your name

She heard her mother’s call, but didn’t open her eyes. “Sinead, there’s someone here to see you!”

After a deep breath, she called back hoarsely, “Who?”

There was no answer. Sinead stood shakily, holding onto the bed for stability, then collapsed upon her floor, but managed to make it barely more then the sound of a foot falling lazily out of bed on a Saturday morning.

Don’t close your eyes

God knows what lies behind them

Before she could try to stand again, hands took hers gently, and she saw herself looking into the face of a young man, almost twenty-one, by looks alone. His eyes were an odd bright blue, while his hair was a jet black. His voice was husky, laden with worry. “Are you all right?”

Don’t turn out the light

Never sleep never die

She whipped her hands out of his, grasping the staff, and standing quickly. She ignored the screaming and protesting of her overused muscles, while she took up a fighting stance, glaring at the man before her. How had he gotten in?! Who was he?! And most of all . . . why did he look at her as if he knew her from somewhere?

Fallen angels by my feet

Whispered voices by my ear

He stood as well, slowly, non-threatening. “Sinead, please hear me out–”

“Who are you. What are you doing in my room. Get out.”

“Sinead, please. I . . . I forgot to tell you something, on . . . what was it . . . it was on April twentieth, right here.”

“What are you?”

Death before my eyes

Lying next to me I fear

He advanced one step, but stopped, seeing her back one step up. “I was someone who you knew.”

“No!” Sinead whispered, falling to the floor again, betrayed by her knees. Hands caught her carefully, and lowered her softly. She looked up into the eyes of . . . “Who are you?”

“You know who I am. Please, Sinead . . . please give me a chance. I was deceived by time, Sinead, by time and . . . and that who or which decides our fates. I was never meant to be there in the first place. It wasn’t my time, my place. That’s why I was sent back, here, for you . . . to you, and you alone.”

The teenager looked up at him, and he wiped a single tear away carefully, not wanting to push her to come to her decision of who he really was.

She beckons me shall I give in

Upon my end shall I begin

Forsaking all I’ve fallen for I rise to meet the end

Sinead looked up at him slowly, his name forming upon her lips mutely, as she was unable to even hope that it was . . .

“Yes, Sinead . . . yes. I’m him.”

She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder in happiness, as well as grief that she had to go through his pseudo-death. The pain would heal slowly, he knew, but it would be more than enough to just be there when she called . . . even when she didn’t call. Little did he know, that she was wishing just that.

But one more sentence was said by Sinead, before her mother walked in to see the pair in each other’s arms.

“I love you, Dinobot.”