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After about five minutes of silence I said, “I’m scared too.”
“I know. I don’t want you to be scared,” he chuckled, “but in the present circumstances I guess it’s unavoidable.”
“Sometimes I wonder if it will ever be over,” I sighed.
“We will kill her, Kylie, don’t doubt that. I will make sure of it even if it means I die in the process. I will risk anything to make sure you’re safe,” he said playing with a strand of my hair. He started walking again.
I cut in front of him forcing him to stop. With my hands on my hips I stared him down. “Don’t even think about going and getting yourself killed for me. Don’t. Just please don’t talk about that. I have had to deal with too much death and murder already the last thing I need is for you to go and get yourself killed. The last death I want to see is Selena’s,” I said pointing my finger at him to further my point.
He put his hands on my arms, “Kylie, I will try my hardest not to get myself killed but you have to be realistic. Selena won’t rest until she takes down as many as she can. There will be casualties. I can assure you. It’s unavoidable. Can you imagine a war with no deaths?” He asked me.
“Just please don’t do anything stupid,” I sighed.
“Do I ever?” he asked grinning trying to lighten the now dark mood.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
He laughed, “No, I guess not. I probably wouldn’t like what I heard.”
“Probably not,” I agreed.
Jonathon looked up into the sky. “It’s getting dark. We should fly,” He remarked.
“Fly?”
“Yes,” He said looking at me like I was the crazy one.
“Like with wings?” I asked in disbelief.
“No, silly girl. I guess the term you would understand better is gliding. But essentially it’s flying,” he said.
I gulped. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m afraid of heights.”
He threw his back and laughed one of the hardest laughs I’ve ever seen him have. After our serious conversation it was nice to see him so carefree.
“So, you’d rather risk Selena getting you than fly?” he asked.
“Basically,” I replied, my stomach rolling around inside.
“Come on,” he said and pulled my legs out from under me.
“Oohmpf,” I said as the air gushed out of my lungs.
“You better get on my back. I’ll need my hands,” he said putting me back down.
I didn’t see any point in protesting because he’d just force me anyway so I climbed on his back piggy back style.
“Hold on.”
“Believe me, I will,” I said.
And with that the ground suddenly disappeared.
I looked down and the ground was suddenly ten or fifteen feet below me.
Jonathon held out his hands like he was on a skateboard.
An invisible one.
