Fading[OPEN]

[Craven Grimley]

One year. He had spent one whole year being a member of the brotherhood. One whole year by Lorilli’s side. Protecting her, Caring for her, Adoring her. Pretending in company that she was still strong. They knew that were both dying and seems to have sunk in. The brain tumour had made it difficult for Craven to walk most of the time. He felt like he had cancer all over again. The tingling in his arms and legs were annoying as hell not to mention the fact that he was constantly nausea or throwing up. Sometimes his words were slurred and on the odd occasion he had trouble seeing or hearing.

The worst part of it all was that he was forgetting important things. His memory was fading and fast. He really didn’t wanna forget things that were important to him. The other day Aden mentioned John and he had to stop and think trying to remember who his best friend was. It was irking him not end that this was happening to him and he was fading fast he knew it. So did the rest of the Brotherhood mind you. They were all swarming around him like flies, fearful that he would fall over or something. It was annoying the hell out of him. Craven was not in the mood to have a full time carer constantly coming to his aid.

He frowned deeply as he sat on the front porch staring out into the yard with a far away look on his face. He had sent Jamie and Fairen back to the Elite in Seattle to settle his affairs. Mainly to get Alec out the way and Null in charge. Craven closed his eyes when another bout of nausea hit him and he whimpered softly covering his face. A hand settled on his shoulder and he slowly lifted his eyes to who was standing behind him.
”Just taking a little breather.”
Craven gave a weak smile.

[Jaxton Riley]

The was almost a silence to the house now. For as long as Jaxt could remember the Brotherhood had been a loud rambunctious place, a place were you would never be able to get some sleep cause there was always someone fighting or blasting their music through the walls. Life had seemed to fill the place, but now... Now the life was leaving it. The whole entire population of the Brotherhood knew it, even the ones that weren’t that high on the intelligence scale. It was as if everyone was starting to prepare for what was about to come.

Craven was on his way out. It was just common knowledge. Of course not everyone knew what the exact cause of his... present condition, but the signs of his passage were enough to let anyone know what was happening. It was almost always one of the hardest things to watch Craven walk around and try and go about his day in a normal manner. But he couldn’t really fit in the normal categories now. Sometimes he would just stand there, blinking or shaking, or you talk to him and nothing would reply to you, his eyes just empty and staring as he tried to remember who you were or where he was. Most people were frightened and tried to help him to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself or someone else, but most of the time they ended up doing everything for him, making him useless.

That was the fact that made Jaxt want to help Craven the most. The fact that the people who thought they were helping him were actually doing the worst they could do. They were taking away his purpose, his whole reason to try and hold on. That thought alone made Jaxt sick to his stomach. To become completely useless, to have no purpose what so ever. Sitting in his chair, Jaxt shivered. He knew where Craven was at this point. He always knew where Craven was. Even though he may not directly help Craven out, he would often do things to make Craven’s life a little less hard. He didn’t know why he was helping Craven out, maybe because he felt sorry for him, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Was it to be there just incase Craven wanted a release from this hell? Maybe that was it.

All life gave off a certain energy, and the energy varied on the strength of the person. Cravens was low and he could just sense it out of the corner of his mind. It was driving him crazy seeing the energy level flicker and wave. Just like it was now. Getting up out of his chair, he made his way to the front porch, hearing Cravens effort of trying to heave up his stomach. Gently Jaxt placed a hand on his shoulder, his thick gloves adding enough space between them for Jaxt’s powers not to do anything to the already weak man. Hearing his small voice and seeing the weak smile spun Jaxts heart in a circle. He shrugged back in reponse. ”Ya sure? Cause ya need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” It was just a curtosy to tell him that, but Jaxt was sure that Craven wouldn’t ask for anything.

[Craven Grimley]

Jaxton. Craven mentally breathed a sigh of relief at the realization of who it was. Jaxt wasn’t like the others. Somehow he understood what Craven wanted. Not a pesky fly hanging around him as if he was a piece of rotting meat. Not that he wasn’t but still. He preferred being around Jaxt more then the other. They were too protective and worried way too much. Sometimes he got the impression that they were afraid of him as well. And he hated feeling feared by people that he was supposed to be caring for and leading himself. No that was basically Trade’s department. Fear and respect that came with that emotion.

He smiles when Jaxt spoke then shook his head and glanced out across the yard to the distance again. He hadn’t been out much. He’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be out like this in the sun and fresh air. He frowned at the sudden memory that came to him. Of being in the forest with Flow. The little cabin where he kept Tyson and where he had been kept then lifted his eyes to Jaxt.
”I actually have a favour to ask you. Are you busy?”
Craven sighed softly as he gathered up the energy to actually stand.

He wanted to go back to the cabin before he forgot it completely. There wasn’t much time left. He needed to go see it. He needed to feel the woods around him again. See the lake. Craven grabbed onto the banister beside him and heaved himself up groaning slightly. His legs were shaky again and for a moment he thought they would crumble underneath him but his grip on the porch banister aided him in standing more or less straight.
”I was wondering if we could take a trip to the woods. Please. I’d really appreciate some help getting there. I’m sure if I rest every now and then we’ll be fine.”