Life and Death//Jurrell & John

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell sighed contently. The sun neering the horizon. The bright colours refelcting in his emerald eyes but that was the only beauty seen in them tonight. The ground was so far down. A looong way down. He had fallen once befor but that was falling to save someone. He gripped the thin flag pole on the bridges cone roof. A ring of missletoe was wrapped around his arm and a roses throns pricked at his palm in the other. He breathed in the delightful scent.

He was up here to prove something. To prove that he wouldn't. To prove he could resist. His dad was gone.. His mum died in his arms. If that wasn't enough the consience of all the men he killed. All of the bloody battles. All of the prairs. He had put hundreds of people through this same trial. "Does anyone realy need me.."

Red wine was delicous, His love beautiful, His sister strong, His familly gone. Who needed him? Who did he think ever did. Jurrell always felt like the peice that hung in there. Not really a part of it.. he really didn't need to be there.

Jurrell closed his eyes and wandered he opened his mouth. Talking to someone who wasn't there

Death asked "are you sure"
The man looked up confused
"tis more fun if I know your choice"
He held the strand of life the man had used

"I made my choice
and thats why you stand befor me"
Grim smiled at the arogence
"or here to give you choice maybe?"

"do not remeber the world
that you do not soe"
"remember the world
that you mean to those you know"

The mans defiance
turned to regret
"you're not as bad
as the world does bet"

The white skull smiled
A black heart quickined with in
As the hollow eyes
Followed Him

The man turned to walk
but his feet where shackled
His sould tried to sour
but the chains tackled

"so know you know
why you fear my scythe"
"time to meet
the joke of life"

"You should of known by preachers voice
That in death you have no choice"

Looking down at the beautiful plain below he was comfident no one was here to watch him decide. "In life we can't always choose to live, In life we can't always choose to do.. it seems the only thing in life we can decide.. is to die" He closed his eyes dropping the rose. Fate would decide now or never whether he is live or die.

[John Ford]

John was walking down the bridge. Some force had driven him here, something told him, he was needed. Today of all days. Staring down the bridge he realized a person and read his thoughts. John gasped and rushed forward, tackling him to the ground, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? DON'T ANSWER THAT! I KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? WAIT SCRATCH THAT! I KNOW WHAT YOUR THINKING JURRELL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF!?"

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell stayyed atop the roof. He turned his head slightly. His eyes glittered apearing without pupils. Hering someone get tackled to the ground on the flat bridge below his cruved tilted floor. So far fate wasn't interveining to much. It was after all... his choice.

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? DON'T ANSWER THAT! I KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? WAIT SCRATCH THAT! I KNOW WHAT YOUR THINKING JURRELL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF!? The boy tackled to the ground had a look of utter schock and awe Jurrell lcosed his eyes and clearly thought. "Up here...." He took a step forward one of the til;es he had stepped on shifting loose and falling down. His fingers barely gripped the pole now.

[John Ford]

John raced forward, concern in his eyes. John was desperately trying to see the future, he didn't want this man to die. John reached out, leaning as far out as possible, "JURRELL! TAKE MY HAND!" John said extending his, "PLEASE! REACH UP AND GRAB IT!"

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

(hes On the roof? why reach Up? lol)

Jurrell took another step. He was starting to loose confidence. They said you saw a bright light and you're life flash befor you just befor it ends. He closed his eyes searching for a reason not to jump. Searching for a part of his life. ..Jurrell.. The voice was so eerie and he was begining to know who's it was. "I'll be with you soon mum" He said sadly. He looked to the other boy. ~"If I'm truly not ment to die I'm sure you will find a way"~ He thought taking another soft but confident step the grass and weeds on the roof all turning sadly even the missletoe tried to pull his had back to the pole that he had now let go of.

[John Ford]

Jurrell leapt into space. John could see his sorrow, his pain, his guilt. Everything. Everything that he was.

John whipped out his wand, he moved quickly to follow, just before Jurrell hit the ground, John said panicking, "Levicorpus!"

Jurrell was inches away from the ground as his corpse hovered a few inches. John exhaled.

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

(O.O) (Jurrell jumped?)

Jurrell let the step now slip off the edge. The sunset fading in his eyes. He dropped with the sun into darkness watching the ground come closer and closer. He closed his eyes now. He wiggled his bare toes. The missletoe raveled tighter around his hand. Would it realy kill him. Jurrell always fell from great highs he had never managed to actually kill himself. A combination of curses in his body. Levicorpus Jurrell opened his eyes as the ground stopped beneath him breifly befor he drifted softly through magic resting his knees and hands on the ground.

He bit his lip and cursed. ~WHY!~ He growled baring sharp magically thick teath. "WHY!" He was glad no one else was there to see him. Just John's frightened eyes. Why was it his choice... why was it up to him if he could die.. "we realy have no choice" He growled to the ground the grass and plants all turning away.

[John Ford]

John came over, panting.

"Why?" John glared, "I don't know. You tell me." John was eavesdroping in his way.

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell turned to face John. He gripped the ground again. "you know nothing about me" He looked up his emerald eyes gaining a large pupil and the green extending out to the rims of his eyes like dogs."why was it you're decision that I should live" He growled.

He stepped up his finger nails hardening and sharpening. The grass all turning laying completly flat radiating away from Jurrell. The pattern continued for as far as the eye could see. To a bird it would of been a real sight.

[John Ford]

John glowered at him, "DOn't you think of it Jurrell Kennedy." he growled, "I know what you are, I am not stupid. You are meant to live, even if you did jump. You would have died. You and me both know this. I know your sad and depressed. Well, that's okay. I'm here you know?" John said leaning against the side, "So, should I just go through your mind and figure things out for myself? Or are you going to tell me?"

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell's green eyes returned to normal with a small blink the grass cautiosuly rising back up. Jurrell smiled baring his canines. ~lets see~. He closed his eyes and tried to make his thoughrs stronger. He decided to start from the begining. His first kill in the golden grace of his mind the blood dripping from his blade and a little from his lips. The faces that haunted mind from that day forward. He sent images of his love and another man her beautiful face acusing him of being nothing more than a killer. He showed images of his sister holding his neice.. the neice he was too far away too witness the small child that Jurrell promised to be by. Last of all he showed his fathers tragic death the letter clutche din his hands his godmothers tears.

He thought of all this a spunishment. He clenched his sharp fingernails hard into his palms. Punishment for the monster he was.

[John Ford]

John fell to his knees besides Jurrell and embraced him. John closed his eyes, bringing him closer. He stroked the boys hair, "Shhh... Shhh.." John said soothingly, he knew that this boy needed affection, and reasurance. "Your not a monster." John said calmly, "What makes you not a monster, is the fact your trying so hard to be good." John said holding him ever more, "You want to know something?" John whispers, "I know what its like to be a monster."

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell eyes opened wide. His knees on the ground as he felt the boys arms around him. It was so strange. It was something so simple but it was so warm. His anger was melting into sorrow. What makes you not a monster, is the fact your trying so hard to be good Jurrell bit his lip. He felt weeker in the boys arms. His finger nails went softly. His teath sank back into his gums and his eyes became softer. He nuzled his shoulders together and bowed his head. The boy was now over him tentivly soothing him. I know what its like to be a monster Jurrell had a confused look on his face. His body was shaking he was.. frightened.. "how so.." He asked with a stutter the boys body overpowering him his soft voice soothing him.

[John Ford]

John smiled kindly at him, knowing he was doing a good boy, even if he had frightened him. "I am nothing to fear," John whispered into his ears, "Its just people preseve me as a monster. I am, as I am. I cannot change that fact, no matter how much I hide it. SOmetimes however, it is best to just accept what we are, and learn how to live with it." John told him, brushing back his hair, before kissing the boy's cheek.

"I am what you call an Oracle." John said, "Someone of the True Sight. A Seer that always sees, a Seer that always knows. One that always sees the past, the present and future. Can see the threads of life that connects all things. An intuition that is so powerful, its rare I can be ever surprised. And finally, a legimen and an occulmen, someone that can peer into the hearts and minds of man, and because of this I have other abilities. Manipulation. Influence. Telepathy. Memory workings. Aura sight." John whispered, his voice going grave with each word, "People view me as this..." John chewed over his words, "A freak. One they cannot understand, even among the wizarding world. Instead, they use me. The Ministry of Magic. The school. The people that claim to love me, but do not. Instead I know what runs through their heads." John tapped his temple, "I can hear it after all. They see me as this monster, and are unsure of what to even do with me. Some say kill me, the others say use me. All's I am to them is... A science experiment."

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell smiled under the boys touch. He was still feeling small but he was growing use to the boys arms wrapping him. Growing used to the idea of a little corner of the world just for him. His tears had stopped.. His body was overcome by a strange warm sensation. Then he felt the boys soft lips touch his cheek. It was kind and gentle and probably ment to be nothing more but Jurrell couldn't help his lips quiver and his eyes bow down with a small inflatuated blush.

Jurrell looked at the boy as he told his story. He could smell that maic on him. He could taste the auror of wine and apples. Jurrell then looked deeply into his eyes. "I-I knew what you where as soon as you walked on that bridge..." He said shakilly explaining one of his abillities in his head. "but I never thought of you as a monster.." "I didn't think of you as any different from other people.. I didn't tihnk of you as more fortunate or less fortunate" He bit his lip. Thats why I asked how it could be you're choice A little lost in his explanation he didn;t realise he had been starring dreamilly with a blush on his cheeks.