A twisted tale from a broken heart (COMPLETED)

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Here´s chapter 10.

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Chapter 10 (Europe)

Neither knew what time it was. 

They made themselves comfortable on the bed and started to talk about everything while the storm outside kept on raging. They especially talked about the political situation in Europe. Of course, there was a lot of stuff going on in Gotham to worry about, but at least to Alexandra, those things had receded into a distant memory.

There had been an altercation within the European Union and now it looked like the union was about to break in two. Alexandra’s father had tried a lot of times to explain what was going on to her, but she didn’t understand everything - she even didn’t want to. The only thing she knew was that Germany and France had made an agreement, that the United States had stepped into the whole conflict and that Germany and France weren’t willing to fulfil the US’ demands nor support them in their `intervention into Inner European matters’. 

Now for a few weeks, the whole situation had been very tense. Alexandra’s father tried not to show concern and to play the whole thing down, but his facial expressions often spoke another language. Of course, he was a diplomat and due to his role he had some special privileges and diplomatic immunity, and as did his wife and his two children – but what would happen in case of a war? What would happen to them?

Alexandra didn’t know how to behave. She tried to live her life as she usually did: she went to school, she hung out with her friends, she hung out with Jonathan – but the political situation had left its mark on her. Jonathan could sense how worried she was about it and tried to help her, to console her and to support her as much as possible.

“Don’t worry.”, he always said. “I’m sure everything will be okay soon.“ 

But he had to confess to himself that he could be wrong and that he just said this to calm himself down. Every time he thought about being separated from Alexandra, he shuddered – especially now, after having discovered feelings for her, so new and exciting. He had never felt so strongly about another person. He knew he loved her and he knew he didn’t want to lose her.

`Could this thing in Europe pass by, just like this storm? Could they just stay in this cabin and wait until everything was over!’

Jonathan imagined the cabin like a fortress, him and Alexandra against the rest of the world.

`They couldn’t find us here, they couldn’t harm us here.’

Alexandra pressed Jonathan’s hand and cuddled into his arms. They closed their eyes… and fell asleep. 
	 

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Chapter 11 (The secret wish)

Alexandra started awake as Jonathan rubbed his eyes.

Was it still Saturday? How long had they been here now? Jonathan rose up to gaze out through one of the shutters. It was still stormy outside and Jonathan couldn’t see a lot. The sun had already set and nightfall was about to come.

Jonathan knelt next to the books he had placed down to dry - he had also put his watch and Alexandra’s cell- phone there. In this, they fit perfectly: Alexandra didn’t use a watch, Jonathan had no cell-phone. Though right now, both items didn’t seem to be serving anything.

“My watch has stopped“, said Jonathan. “It’s stuck at 3:30 p.m. but who knows, how long ago that was! It’s getting dark outside now.“

“And my cell-phone?“, Alexandra asked.

Jonathan put the watch aside and grabbed Alexandra’s cell-phone. There wasn’t anything on the display.

“Maybe the phone is switched off?“, Alexandra asked and Jonathan tried to switch it on.

“Hmm.. either the battery’s too weak or the cell-phone is just broken..“, Jonathan said in a dry voice and put the phone aside.

“Oh great!“, Alexandra hissed with anger, although she didn’t know why she was angry.

There was no reason for it. No doubt her parents and Jonathan’s mother would be worried about the two of them, but it was safer to stay here in the cabin than brave the storm outside. Secretly she hoped that her parents would have the same thought and wouldn’t worry that much.

Jonathan had returned to the rest and took a seat next to her. Both leaned with their upper bodies against the cabin’s wall, the blankets still around their shoulders, although it was very warm in the cabin now and they were starting to sweat. Jonathan's hair was dry now, and was falling into his face - just as Alexandra knew it did, and loved. Jonathan placed his arm around her again. The blanket around his shoulders slipped a bit and his naked chest came to light. Alexandra was expecting Jonathan to put the blanket back where it had been, but he didn’t move. Alexandra noticed now that a big towel was wrapped around his hips. She hadn’t noticed it before because of the blanket.

Jonathan’s skin was impeccable. Jonathan was as Alexandra had imagined: he was skinny, but at the same time he seemed very wiry and to her, even athletic in a way. Alexandra noticed the contours of his muscles. She liked Jonathan, how he was built. It just suited him and she couldn’t imagine him being any another way.

Alexandra noticed a light sprinkling of fluff on Jonathan’s chest. It was very fine `but’ Alexandra believed `this is just the beginning’. The thought of Jonathan having a ‘well-haired’ chest when he was older pleased her and even excited her.

Alexandra took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply again and inhaled the scent of Jonathan’s body. His scent was bewitching, even intoxicating and suddenly Alexandra was overcome by the need to crush Jonathan, to bend down, to touch him and to cover him with kisses, start with his face, then over his throat, his chest, his hard nipples, his abdomen, down to his loins, there, where she would loosen his towel, and his manhood would stretch out to her, waiting desirously to be caressed by her with her mouth and hand.

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Chapter 12 (The ankle)

“How is your ankle?“, she heard asking Jonathan and Alexandra snapped out of her thoughts.

Again he had caught her in the act. Was it just pure chance or did Jonathan suspect what she had been thinking about the whole time? Or was he also thinking about the same thing?

“What?“, Alexandra responded, lifting her head off Jonathan’s chest, slightly disoriented by her position - she'd been somewhere else entirely…

“Your ankle. I’d like to check your ankle“, said Jonathan and leaned forward to stand up.

Alexandra sat up, her upper body leaning against the wall again. She also removed the blanket and her arms and shoulders came into light. Her skin was gleaming. Jonathan was standing in front of her, waiting for her to get comfortable.

He noticed she wore a big towel too, which covered her body from her breast down to her knees. Jonathan knelt down slowly, keeping an eye on Alexandra all the time. His eyes looked at her covered body and right this moment he was longing to open the knot of her towel so that her beautiful body, her firm breasts could come to light.

Alexandra felt Jonathan’s gaze on her, his piercing blue eyes, almost hypnotizing her. To her it was as if he was undressing her with his gaze and she felt herself getting hot down there, down in her `magical triangle’. Alexandra stretched out her legs and pressed them together, hoping Jonathan wouldn’t notice what was happening to her.

He touched her right knee and started to move his hand over her lower leg down to her ankle. He felt Alexandra’s body tense under his touch and her breath getting faster.

“Don’t worry“, he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.“ Jonathan smiled lightly.

“I know..“, Alexandra said softly and relaxed again but she noticed her nervousness.

Jonathan raised her leg a bit and started to examine her ankle. He tried to stay calm, but his hands were trembling. He touched her ankle very carefully and started to move the joint into different directions.

“Does this hurt?“, Jonathan asked as he flexed her ankle, observing Alexandra’s facial expression.

He stopped when he saw her grimace of pain and lowered her leg very carefully.

“You have sprained your ankle“, Jonathan said, trying to gently place Alexandra’s leg in its former position, on the floor. “I don’t think anything’s broken, though.“

Alexandra heaved a sigh of relief, but not for the reason Jonathan was assuming. The pain had dazed her out of her sexual agitation for a short spell, but it hadn’t gone away.

“You would make a good doctor.“, Alexandra said with a light smile. Jonathan responded with a smile, too.

But then his smile disappeared. His steel-blue eyes gazed at her and Alexandra felt a shiver running down her back.
It wasn’t a disgruntled gaze – it was more a look of sadness, of longing, it was a look of desire.

Then Alexandra felt Jonathan touching her ankles with his hands, starting to caress them very gently. His fingertips barely touched her skin, but his every touch was electrifying. She felt his hands rising in circular movements, starting from her ankles over her shinbones up to her knees. The whole time Jonathan gazed into Alexandra’s eyes, expecting her to stop him, but she didn’t – she even didn’t try to.

She could hear his heavy breathing. She couldn’t see it but she knew how agitated Jonathan was and how they both were fighting hard to not lose control.
But she wanted to lose control, she wanted Jonathan with every fibre of her body, her heart and her soul.

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Chapter 13 (The agitation)

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Jonathan’s body trembled.

His hands were still on Alexandra’s knees and he was about to pull them away again.

“Don’t !“, Alexandra whispered and Jonathan paused in his movement.

Without saying anything he watched Alexandra draw up her legs and open her thighs. A wave of agitation ran through his body. He didn’t know if this was really happening or if he was just dreaming. His ñ*n!$ hardened and he could feel the blood pulsing from shaft to tip. Jonathan felt it so strongly it almost hurt. His whole body hurt and he was trembling – and he knew the reason was Alexandra.

Every pore, every muscle, every fibre of his body yearned for her. Jonathan didn’t know what was happening – it was all so intoxicating and there was nothing else – just this moment. There were only them – her hearts, her bodies, her souls – and their desire to become one.
Jonathan didn’t take off his hands of Alexandra’s legs as he knelt down between them.

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How did he know all this, how did he know what to do, if he had never done it before?

`What are you doing to me?’, she wanted to ask him, but he gazed into her eyes as if to say `I know all this from books - only’. Jonathan was a good student – and obviously not only at School.

He took her hand, leading it to his towel around his hips. Alexandra’s hand started to tremble as she loosened the knot and pulled the towel away. She was really surprised by his manhood. She hadn’t expected a thin skinny guy like Jonathan to be this well equipped.

He noticed her pleased expression on her face – Yes, she was surprised and she seemed to like the view.

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Chapter 14 (Love)

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Jonathan’s body trembled.

It was very warm in the cabin now; the fire in the oven and the fire between the two lovers were doing their part.

Beads of perspiration were running down Jonathan’s chest to his abdomen, gleaming in the light. Alexandra started to kiss him again and caressed his chest and his nipples, first with her hands, then with her lips and her tongue. Jonathan answered with a deep moan. Her hand passed down over his abdomen to his ñ*n!$ and slowly, she began to massage it.
Jonathan groaned out loud and closed his eyes. Alexandra felt his embrace get tighter, he was really clinging to her now.

”Alex..“, Jonathan whispered, his voice trembling, “I don’t know what to do. I can’t stand this for much longer...“

Alexandra took her hand away from Jonathan’s ñ*n!$, placing it on his hips. She started to kiss him again.

”I want you, I want you so much .. “, he whispered between the kisses, “.. but you gotta help me, I don’t know how to...”

”Shhhh ..“, Alexandra said softly, putting a finger to his lips “..everything’s okay..”

Alexandra pulled Jonathan onto the pillows of their rest and he held her tight as they both lay down gently. They were kissing each other over and over again.

Jonathan was lying between Alexandra’s thighs, not really sure how to go any further. Of course he knew what would happen next, but he didn’t quite know how to “do” it.

Jonathan was getting nervous. Up until now everything had been going so well, he believed he knew how to do it all right, and now he was afraid he was going to fail! Alexandra could feel his fear and she kissed him.


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”You’re trembling .. Jonathan Thomas Crane.“, she whispered.

Jonathan smiled. It was the first time Alexandra had called him by his middle name.

“Don’t worry.. I’m okay...“, he said in a soft voice and kissed Alexandra.

Jonathan placed his head on her breast, making that he wasn’t crushing her with his weight. She caressed his hair and kissed his forehead, soaked in sweat.

Both closed their eyes and for a moment they remembered what they had just been through together.


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chapters 15+16

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Chapter 15 (The confession)

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The storm was still raging outside, but now, it had started to weaken.

The night was dark and the wood in the oven crackled lightly. Alexandra and Jonathan had fallen into a deep sleep, still holding each other, exhausted by their act of love. Now Jonathan got up to put more wood into the oven and to prepare some tea.

Alexandra had turned onto her side and when she noticed Jonathan was awake, she raised her head and for a while, gazed at Jonathan without saying anything, supporting her head with her hand. She was observing him, preparing the tea and looking for something in the shelf.

He was still naked, his skin gleaming in the soft light of the oil lamp. How beautiful he was! Alexandra felt a shiver run down her back. By now, Jonathan had noticed Alexandra gazing at him and he smiled lightly. He pulled a small package off a shelf, poured water on the tea, placed it all aside and walked back towards Alexandra. He lay down next to her and bent over her. She embraced Jonathan and he kissed her softly.

“I’ve found some cookies in the shelf.“, he said in a low voice. He was hungry and so was Alexandra. “I’m sorry, but it was the only thing I could find here…”

“Don’t worry...“, she responded softly and ran her hand through Jonathan’s thick black hair.

They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“It was so wonderful with you, Alex.. I still can’t believe all this really happened..”

“I feel the same way..“, Alexandra whispered and smiled. So did Jonathan. She could feel her heart beating faster.

“I love you, Jonathan. I want you to know that.. whatever happens.. I love you.“

Alexandra’s words burned themselves into Jonathan’s soul and into his heart. At this moment, there wasn’t anything more wonderful in this world but to hear this from her. And he wanted her to know how he felt, too.

He was fighting his tears as he confessed his love.

Jonathan had once heard the words `Having the good fortune of loving someone so much as you only have once in your life’. He had always thought he’d been at a disadvantage - he had never felt loved, like this and he hadn’t believed he would ever be. Jonathan also didn’t think he himself was capable of feeling this way, of loving another person, a girl, a woman – until now…

`Having the good fortune of loving someone so much as you only have once in your life’ - to Jonathan, this good fortune was now his and the person he loved so much was Alexandra.


Chapter 16 (The way home)

A new day dawned. Jonathan and Alexandra got up and got dressed.

Last night they had made love again, even more passionate and more intense than their first time and early this morning after waking up, they had made love again. With each time, the familiarity and passion between them had grown, and their fears and insecurities made no difference anymore.

Both realized that from this day on, everything would change for them; nothing would ever be the same: not the lake, not the forest, not this cabin, Gotham, the light … NOTHING would ever be the same. Jonathan and Alexandra didn’t know what the future held for them, but they promised each other that they would only be together now.

The sun was shining bright when Jonathan and Alexandra finally opened the cabin door. The storm had passed by. Leaves and bushes were lying all over around, some boughs were bent over, a tree near the cabin had toppled over. What a miracle that the cabin hadn’t been damaged!

They put everything back in order, leaving everything in the cabin as it had been before and packed up their books, the blankets and the towels into a sea-bag they had found in the cabin. They agreed to launder the used stuff and bring it back.

As their watch and cell-phone weren’t working anymore, Jonathan and Alexandra only could guess what the time was. It was possibly noon already and their parents had to be sick worrying about them. Jonathan closed the door, kissed Alexandra and then they started to head home to the Wentzler’s house, to Alexandra’s house.

On their way home Jonathan and Alexandra wondered how to tell their parents they were a couple now. How would they react? Probably they would not understand how serious the two of them were. They were both very young, no doubt, but `Having the good fortune of loving someone as much as you only have once in your life’ was Jonathan’s comment – their age wouldn’t make a difference.

They passed by a small glade and then crossed the small footbridge leading to Alexandra’s home. From there, they could already see her house. Both stopped and Alexandra gazed at Jonathan. She was nervous now. Jonathan touched her hand and held it firmly.

“We will make it..“, he whispered.

Alexandra sighed and kissed him. She looked again towards the house, gripped Jonathan’s hand and said in a firm voice:
“Well then.. attack!“

Jonathan smiled and they started moving again.

“You know,“, Jonathan said, “maybe it won’t get so bad at all, I mean…”

Suddenly he noticed that Alexandra wasn’t listening to him. She had stopped and was staring at the house. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?“, Jonathan asked, annoyed, but Alexandra didn’t respond.

Then he looked over at the house too and saw Alexandra’s family at the entrance. He noticed two black cars and three men and a woman. From their outfits they seemed to be Government officials. Alexandra’s father was arguing with the woman and gesticulating wildly. Jonathan heard him talking in German. Two of the men went into the house, returning with suitcases, bags and other items. They put them in the trunks of the waiting cars and returned to the house to come out again with things to pack. Alexandra’s little brother Martin was sitting on the veranda with a teddy bear in his hand. His eyes were red and he seemed to have been crying. The third man was standing next to him, Alexandra’s mother between them, arguing with the man. She was trying to get him away from Martin. He looked like he was about to grab the boy and put him in the car.

Jonathan and Alexandra glanced at each other and then walked over to the house. At first, nobody noticed them approaching.

“Papa, Mama!“, Alexandra shouted in German. “What’s going on here?”

The adults stopped arguing immediately and turned to look at them.

“My God, Alexandra! Jonathan!“, her father yelled and ran towards them. “Where, in heavens name, have you been?! We have been going crazy worrying about you!“

He was talking in English, because he knew Jonathan wouldn’t understand German. Alexandra’s mother was walking down from the veranda with Martin.

“Jonathan’s mom has been calling for hours! Where have you two been?“, she shouted and touched Alexandra on the shoulder.

She noticed her daughter was holding Jonathan’s hand, but she didn’t say anything.

“We were in the small cabin at the edge of the forest, near the lake“, Jonathan explained. “The storm got very bad and Alexandra’s cellular phone wasn’t working. We had no choice but to wait until the storm was over.”

“I’m sorry, we didn’t want to worry you, but it would have been too dangerous..“, Alexandra started but her father interrupted her.

“It’s okay, dear. You both did the right thing.“

His worried, even disgruntled, look disappeared and everybody sighed in relief, but then her parents’ faces darkened again.



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Chapter 17 (War!)

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“Mama, Papa, something serious has happened...“, Alexandra said, looking nervously first at Jonathan then at her parents.

“Alexandra, my child.. “, her father interrupted her, touching her arm.

He knew what their daughter was about to tell them, but this, what he had to tell her now, would be so horrible for her and Jonathan, that he felt like his heart was being ripped to pieces.

“Alexandra, Jonathan ...“, her father said in a sad, heavy voice. “Last night, the USA declared war on France and Germany.“

“What?“, Alexandra whispered in a trembling voice, as she felt her knees gave way.

Tears were filling up her eyes. Jonathan, holding the sea-bag in his other hand, let it fall abruptly, to put his arm around and support Alexandra, because she swayed and looked as if she was about to lose her balance. He was completely shocked, unsure if he had really understood Alexandra’s father even though he was speaking English.

“These people are from the German embassy and the US Government“, her mother added softly, pointing to the strangers standing next to the cars, watching the whole scene silently.

The woman stepped forward, to face the family.

“My name is Tania Müller-O’Brian“, she said. “I work for the German embassy. We will first escort you to the embassy and from there you will be taken to Gotham airport to catch the next flight back to Frankfurt.”

“No, no!“, Alexandra shouted, shaking her head in bewilderment.

Tears were now running down her face and she grabbed her father’s sleeve.

“Tell me, that’s not true! Please tell me, that’s not true!“

“My child, I’m so sorry...“, he said, his own voice choking with tears, looking at Alexandra and Jonathan. “..for you both“.

One of the men approached.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Wentzler, but we have to leave now.“

With these words, he took her elbow and started to escort her in the direction of the first car. She didn’t resist and followed him, holding little Martin’s hand. The boy had started to cry again and his mother picked him up in her arms, trying to calm and console him.

Now Mrs. Müller-O’Brian approached Alexandra’s father: “Mr. Wentzler, please follow me.“

She guided him to the car and he too, followed her without resistance. Alexandra couldn’t let go of Jonathan’s hand. Now one of the two men, a tall, beefy guy, approached Alexandra and Jonathan. Both were standing there, holding each other in their arms, motionless, apathetic and unable to understand what was going on, unable to react. Tears were pouring down Jonathan’s face too, as he tried to hold on to Alexandra as firmly as he could.

“Jonathan..“, Alexandra whispered, gazing at him, when the man broke their embrace, pulling Alexandra to the car.

For a short moment, Jonathan looked at them without moving.

“Hey! What are you doing?“, he suddenly yelled, running after Alexandra and the man as they had almost reached the car. “Let the girl go!”

He grabbed the beefy guy from behind and tried to pull him away from Alexandra. Suddenly, he was struggling with the beefy guy as Alexandra tried to break them up. The other man ran quickly towards them, trying to pull Jonathan off his colleague who was pulling and punching Beefy like a madman, trying, with all his strength, to pull him away from Alexandra.

“You are not allowed to do this! She was born here, you don’t have the right to exile her!“

“Boy, calm down now, there is nothing you can do about it!“, the man shouted, grabbing Jonathan by his shoulders.

“Damn it! Leave me alone!“, Jonathan yelled, his voice choked with tears.

Now the beefy man grabbed Jonathan firmly and his colleague grabbed Alexandra. Then Beefy pushed Jonathan back. Jonathan tried to run towards Alexandra, but Beefy grabbed him again and gave him a blow on his stomach. Jonathan groaned out loud, doubled over and collapsed to the ground. Tania Müller-O’Brian screamed.

“Stop it, God damn you, he’s still a child!“, Mr. Wentzler yelled at the bully, watching in bewilderment.

Jonathan gasped and still didn’t move, holding his stomach. Then he looked at the man who had punched him, his eyes full of rage. He wanted to stand up again, to punch back, but Beefy grabbed Jonathan again and twisted his arm. Jonathan cried out in pain.

“Leave him alone, you’re hurting him!!“, Alexandra yelled and broke away from the other man.

Before he could even react, Alexandra had already rushed to Jonathan and Beefy. She threw herself between them, trying to separate them.

“Please!“, she shouted looking at the man. “Give me just a few moments with him, I am begging you!”

Beefy let off them and straightened up.

“I beg you! I will go with you, but please, first give my boyfriend and me a few minutes! Please!“

He nodded.

“All right.“, he said, adjusted his suit and went back to the rear car.


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Jonathan was lying on the ground, curled up, coughing and panting, holding his aching arm.

“Jonathan, Jonathan!“, Alexandra shouted, knelt down next to him, trying to help him up.

Jonathan straightened up slowly. His face was flushed and was wet from his tears. Despairingly, he gazed at Alexandra, but as he noticed the two men in the background, his eyes blazed with anger and Jonathan tried to push her away and attack the men again. The beefy man stepped forward.

“No, Jonathan, please, don’t!“, Alexandra yelled, holding him back with all her strength.

He fell back on to his knees, struggling as Alexandra gently touched his face.

“Jonathan, please, listen to me!“, she shouted. “You have to calm down! You are not helping me like this!”

Jonathan stopped struggling.

“Alexandra!“, he sobbed and she started to cry again. “We have to do something. We can’t just let this happen…”

“My love, now will you just listen to me, very carefully, okay?“, Alexandra said in a trembling voice, looking into Jonathan’s eyes.

“Now you need to be brave, okay? You need to be strong for the both of us, do you hear me?”

“No, no I don’t!“, Jonathan cried, shaking his head, but Alexandra held him firmly.

“Yes, you will! You will fight and you will brave! Just as I will be brave and strong for the both of us. Just as I will fight. We’ll do this together, do you hear me, Jonathan?“

Alexandra was expecting his answer, but he hesitated.
She looked into his eyes, now hissing:
“Did you HEAR me?“

“Yes.. yes..“, he whispered.

Alexandra’s heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds when she looked at him, looking so broken. She didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to leave Jonathan, but she knew that her fate was now sealed.

Alexandra opened the clasp of the chain around her neck, holding an amulet. It had been a gift from her grandma. The necklace was very precious to Alexandra and she had worn it everyday, day and night, and last night too, as Jonathan and she had made love. Alexandra opened Jonathan’s hand, placed the necklace into his palm and closed his hand again.

“Keep this for me...“, she said softly.

“Alex ..“, Jonathan whispered, then he pulled her towards him.

They embraced and kissed, one last time, clutching each other desperately.

“I love you..“, Jonathan sobbed, kissing Alexandra’s hand. “Don’t forget this...“

The beefy man was approaching them again and now touched Alexandra at her shoulder.

“Having the good fortune of loving someone as much as you only have once in your life”, she whispered and with these words she slipped out of Jonathan’s arms, straightened up and followed Beefy without resistance to the last car, looking back at Jonathan all the time.

Alexandra’s family was in the front car already; her mother and her brother crying, not in any condition to watch what was happening outside. Alexandra’s father was sitting on his seat, crying and broken that he couldn’t help his daughter.

Beefy opened the door and Alexandra got into the car, without once taking away her eyes off Jonathan. Beefy now slammed the door and got into the front of the car. Jonathan was still on his knees and cried out, looking at the last car. The engines started and the cars started to move. Alexandra turned around to look at Jonathan, pressing her hand against the rear window. For a moment Jonathan just stared at her.

“Alex! ...Alex!!!“, he yelled, awakening out of his lethargy, struggled to his feet and started running after the cars.

The cars kept speeding up and as he suddenly realized he would never catch up, Jonathan stopped. In a few moments, the cars disappeared on the horizon.

“Nooooo!!!“ Jonathan screamed, fell on to his knees and cried bitterly, Alexandra’s gift of love in his hands.


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Chapter 19 (Dispair)

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It took a while for Jonathan to stop crying and start thinking straight.

He had been crouching on the stony ground in front of the Wentzler’s house all along, crying and screaming. He was clutching Alexandra’s necklace so firmly in his hands that his knuckles had gone white. He couldn’t move at all. But he knew he had to do something, he couldn’t stay here forever!

Jonathan managed to get on to his feet and ran to the Wentzler’s house. The entrance door was locked, but Alexandra had shown him a few weeks ago where to find the hidden, spare key. With shaking hands, he opened the door, rushed in and picked up the phone to call his mother. In a voice still choked with tears, he told her what had happened.

“We got to go to the embassy!“, he almost yelled into the phone.

“Jonathan...“, his mother said, but Jonathan interrupted her with the words “I’ll run up to you. We need to hurry!“ and hung up the phone.

He rushed back to the main door and banged it shut behind him. Jonathan knew the route his mother would take to get to the Wentzler’s house. Still holding Alexandra’s necklace in her hand, he started running. He ran as fast as he could.

His body was trembling and his lungs burned, but for nothing in the world could he have stopped or even slowed down. Then he noticed the old Ford, his mother’s car, coming round the corner, its wheels squeaking. Jonathan shouted out to his mother. She saw him and stopped the car. Jonathan ran over to her and jumped into the car.

“Go, Mom!“, he shouted, panting, even before she could say anything.

It took about 20 minutes to drive to the embassy. On the way, Jonathan described to his mother what had happened, but his mother only could understand half of what he was telling her. She noticed his death grip on something in his hand. It looked like a necklace with an amulet. His hands were shaking as Jonathan opened the lock of the necklace to place it around his neck. Mrs. Crane talked incessantly, trying to calm him down, but Jonathan wasn’t listening. He just stared out the window, watching the passing traffic.

The closer they got to the district where the embassy was, the heavier the traffic got. Jonathan was starting to get impatient and cursed out loud. Mrs. Crane looked at him, annoyed - she didn’t like him cursing. Jonathan barked at her to driver faster even though he knew she couldn’t because the traffic was so bad.

Now the traffic had almost come to a standstill. Jonathan cranked down the window and gazed out. He noticed a crowd of people standing in front of a building. It was the German embassy. He heard the honking of the cars around them; some of the drivers were cursing over the din of the traffic.

“Damn it!“, Jonathan shouted and opened the door.

“Jonathan, where are you going?!“, Mrs. Crane yelled – even though she knew where he wanted to go. “No, wait!“

But Jonathan wasn’t listening as he slammed the door shut behind him and ran off, heading towards the embassy. He forced his way through the stopped cars, he even climbed up on the hoods, he bumped into people getting out of their cars, ignoring them as they yelled things like “Hey boy, are you crazy?“ or “Get outta here!“ at him. He just wanted to get to the embassy building as fast as he could.

Mrs. Crane parked her car in the middle of the lane, to follow Jonathan. She knew she would be obstructing the traffic, but she just wanted to find her son.


Chapter 20 (The Embassy)[/u]

Jonathan finally reached the embassy.

The crowd of people in front of the embassy had grown. Some people were carrying placards and banners, other people were shouting things Jonathan didn’t understand. A crowd of people was pushing against the gate, trying to force it open. A chain of police officers, standing in front of the gateway, tried to barricade the pushing crowds.

Jonathan noticed patrol cars standing around and he started to force his way through the crowd, toward the gate. He heard the voices of the out-of-control crowd around him; he heard the police officers yelling at them, trying to push them back.

“Wentzler!“, Jonathan yelled over and over again while forcing his way forward.

He yelled as loud as he could to drown out the crowd. Jonathan managed to reach the chain of the police officers.

”Wentzler!“, he shouted again “I’ve got to see the Wentzler family!“

“No trespassing!“, shouted one of the police officers. “Nobody comes in here!“

“Let me in! I’ve got to see them!“

“Boy, get outta here!“, the officer yelled and right then, Jonathan was suddenly pushed by the crowd, right into the police officers.

The voices got louder and now a riot was breaking out. The policemen were fighting to hold the crowd back. Jonathan was pushed back and forth and after a few seconds, he was hurled forcefully against the tall steel fence encircling the embassy building. Jonathan was dazed for a moment. He touched his temple and felt something warm and wet on his fingers.

He was bleeding. Someone had punched him in the head before he got hurled against the fence. Jonathan gripped it, the upset crowd around him.

`Oh my God! The necklace! Where is the necklace?!’

In a panic, Jonathan put his hand on his throat and his chest. But the necklace was in its place. In relief Jonathan gripped the amulet and looked out, at the main gate the entrance door of the embassy. Nobody was there.

Jonathan was about to turn around and try to force his way through the crowd again, heading towards the gate, when he noticed the entrance door had just opened and some people came out. He gripped the thick bars of the fence and just stared at the door. He saw men in dark suits coming out, policemen, then Mr. and Mrs. Wentzler, little Martin – and then it was her, Alexandra. Her face was pale, her eyes red from crying.

Jonathan gripped the fence as tight as he could and shouted Alexandra’s name. At first she didn’t seem to hear him. Again he shouted her name as loud as he could. Alexandra gazed in the direction of his voice this time – and there he was, Jonathan.

He couldn’t hear her, but from her lips he realized she was saying his name. They just looked at each other. It was probably no more than a split second, but to them it was eternity. Jonathan started to try and climb up the fence. He tried several times, but the bars of the fence were too slippery and Jonathan just slid down. Alexandra tried to move towards him, but someone grabbed her shoulder.

Again, two black cars drove up and the suited men and Alexandra and her family got in. She looked over at Jonathan, shouting his name over and over again.

“Alex... no!!“, he yelled, still gripping the bars and still trying to climb up.

“I love you..“, he could hear Alexandra saying before getting into the car without resisting.

Jonathan saw the tears running down her face. For a moment he just watched the cars moving slowly, towards the gates, then he released his grip to force his way through the crowd again. He and the crowd had just been pushed back, when the gates opened and the policemen tried to clear a path. A riot broke out again, but Jonathan managed to get directly to the front of the gate. He hadn’t realized his mother had found him in the crowd and was calling his name.

Jonathan was right at the front, as the cars passed through the doorway. The riot was getting uncontrollable and some people started to block the driveway, other people were hitting against the cars’ windows. The policemen were trying to push the upset crowd away from the cars.

The first car managed to get pass through, but the second one with Alexandra had come to a stop. Jonathan looked at her and forced his way up to the rear window. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. The crowd was slamming wildly against the car, the policemen had pulled out their truncheons and had started to beat up the crowd, trying to push the people back. Jonathan ducked, trying to avoid being hit. He looked Alexandra in the eye, still rattling on the door.

`If only I could rip out this goddamn door!’.

Alexandra gave Jonathan a sad look, watching him struggle with the car door and punching the window. She pressed her hand against the window. Jonathan paused, looking at her, then he did the same with his hand and for a moment, their hands touched, although with the window glass between…

Both gazed into each others eyes.

“I love you..“, Jonathan whispered, tears running down his face.

He knew Alexandra couldn’t hear him, but she knew what he was saying.

“I love you..“, she whispered back.

Suddenly Jonathan was grabbed by a policeman, his hand yanked from the window as he was pushed back. The car’s engine roared and the car started to move. The police officer let Jonathan go when he realized he didn’t resist. Again Jonathan tried to force his way out through the crowd as far as he could. Almost stumbling, he watched the car turn into a side street, which had been blocked by 2 patrol cars.

“Jonathan!“, he heard a voice shouting.

It was his mother. Jonathan, still crying, turned around, watching his mother running to him.

“My God, Jonathan!“, she shouted, taking his face into her hands.

She saw his bleeding forehead and his tears.

“Mom! The airport! We’ve got to get to the airport! Right now!“, Jonathan shouted, his voice choked.

“Jon..“, said his mother in a soft voice, while Jonathan was frantically looking around.

The traffic was still stopped - it wasn’t possible to move forward or backwards. The upset crowd was still protesting, and there were policemen and patrol cars everywhere.

“I’m so sorry, Jon...“

“Mom!“, Jonathan started, but he couldn’t go any further.

His tears poured as he cried bitterly. He knew his mother was right there was nothing more he could do.
Jonathan cried bitterly in his mother’s arms.

Mrs. Crane hugged him tight, knowing that her son’s heart was broken.


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[scotsrockgod]

I can't remember what I'm up to on your website (ch. 26 I think?).

In any case, after the cabin consummation scene, I was really surprised to see the turn the story took. I was not expecting it at all, and rather than melodramatic, I thought it was unexpected and very interesting.

The scene in which Alex and Jon see each other for the last time is run through with some real and saddening emotion. It was sad.

I think special mention should be given to ch. 22. This was really intense. I loved bringing the crows into it, stroke of genius! It's creepy and sad to see a character unable to control himself. I thought this chapter was well-done.

If you want more specific comments I can go back and look at the chapters individually, but as I'm pressed for time ...

[fosforito]

Hey SRG!

thank you for your review!

I´m happy to hear you like it so far!!

I´ll post the other chapters as far as I can.

If you want to, just feel to comment the other chapters.

I´m always curious about your opinion.

scotsrockgod said:

I can't remember what I'm up to on your website (ch. 26 I think?).

In any case, after the cabin consummation scene, I was really surprised to see the turn the story took. I was not expecting it at all, and rather than melodramatic, I thought it was unexpected and very interesting.

The scene in which Alex and Jon see each other for the last time is run through with some real and saddening emotion. It was sad.

I think special mention should be given to ch. 22. This was really intense. I loved bringing the crows into it, stroke of genius! It's creepy and sad to see a character unable to control himself. I thought this chapter was well-done.

If you want more specific comments I can go back and look at the chapters individually, but as I'm pressed for time ...

[fosforito]

chapter 21+22

Chapter 21 (Sorrow + anger)

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The next few days, weeks were a mental anguish for Jonathan.

In Gotham itself, things were “business as usual“, but it was hard for Jonathan to concentrate on everyday life.
Mrs. Donovan, the headmistress of Gotham High School, had called Jonathan into her office, days after the beginning of war between the USA, Germany and France to inquire after his condition. Mrs. Donovan had asked Jonathan if there was anything she could do for him. She tried to support him, tried to explain to him, that this war would undoubtedly be over soon and Alexandra and her family would return to Gotham. But Jonathan couldn’t, and didn’t even want to believe that that would ever happen.

He pored over all newspapers in Gotham, every day and listened to the news on the radio, because he and his mother didn’t have a TV. The only news he ever heard were bad. There had been fights in cities all over, in Germany and France. Berlin was half-destroyed, Köln and Wiesbaden had been cut off from outer world, Paris had just been bombed last night.

Wiesbaden? Wiesbaden was the town Alexandra was from. Had she and her family returned there? Was she okay? Was she safe?

`If I only could contact her!’

But where to start? All telephone lines were broken, there was a complete system breakdown in both countries in Europe. Even so – how could he possibly look for her from here? Without an address, without a phone number? Jonathan was despaired of ever knowing what had happened….

At Gotham High, everything went on as always – with the only difference that Jonathan was alone now. To him it was like wandering about in a fog, which was reflected in Jonathan’s lost expression. He noticed the confused gazes of some of his class-mates when he entered a room. It was as if they were sorry for him, for him having lost his girlfriend. Elizabeth Perkins, one of his class-mates once said to him:

“I’m so sorry for you, for what happened, Jonathan.“

Oh, she was sorry? As if she was so innocent! She was one of those, whispering behind his back and Alexandra’s, teasing them, together with her friends all along and now she was sorry? Goddamn hypocrite! All of them, the whole lot – they all were goddamn hypocrites! As if they had really cared about anything! They could just go to hell, all of them!

He began to hate them. His class-mates, his teachers, Gotham High, the German embassy, the US government – they all had taken the most important person out of his life and now they were sorry?!

`Go to hell all of you! You all will repent of what you have done to me!´

It was dark outside when Jonathan got home. Mrs. Crane was sitting in the kitchen. She had prepared dinner and the food was starting to get cold already. During the meal she tried to cheer her son up, chattering away about everything, but Jonathan wasn’t listening, picking listlessly at his food.

“Mom, I’m not hungry.“, he finally said looking at her “Can I leave? I’d like to go to my room.“

“Jonathan, dear...“, she said with a soft voice “I really do know, how you’re feeling, but...life has to go on...“

“Oh, you really do, Mom? Do you really know, really, how I feel?“, Jonathan interrupted her with a hiss and stood up.

“So life goes on, you say? You all act as if nothing has happened! My girlfriend is gone, I don’t even know if she’s still alive and you’re all saying life goes on?!“

“Jonathan, I didn’t meant it like that..“, she said, but he interrupted her again.

“Yes you did! You meant it exactly as you said it! Just say it, you are happy that she’s gone! You all are happy that she’s gone!“, Jonathan shouted, his voice filled with rage, anger.

“Jonathan, you don’t know what you’re saying“, Mrs. Crane said finally, in a firm voice and stood up, too. “You’re angry, you’re sad, I know that and I understand it, please believe me. I do really know how it feels to be abandoned...“

This sentence cut Jonathan to the quick. He knew she could only be talking about his father now. He gazed into her eyes, still furious.

“There is a difference. Alexandra didn’t abandon me, just because she couldn’t stand being with me anymore!“

Jonathan’s mother slapped him hard across his cheek. It turned red and was burning. Mrs. Crane’s eyes were filled up with tears now.

“You will never ever say anything like this to me again, Jonathan Thomas Crane!“, she hissed.

Jonathan didn’t say anything, kicked his chair aside and left the kitchen. He heard his mother shouting, “Come back here, Jonathan!“ when he got upstairs, to his room. He heard her again shouting something from the kitchen, but he couldn’t understand what she was saying, and neither did he want to.

Jonathan slammed the door to his room behind him and locked it.



Chapter 22 (Scarecrow)[/u]


It was very late, but Jonathan couldn’t sleep.

It was very warm tonight and the moon was shining bright, through his room window directly on his bed. Jonathan hadn’t drawn the curtains shut and had left the window opened. A light breeze stirred the room. Jonathan was lying on the bed, staring out of the window up at the dark, starry sky.

The pain in his cheek was almost gone, but his mother’s slap had left red welts on it and his cheek was still burning. Or was it the heat of the night?

It was too warm for Jonathan to keep his pyjama on, so he got undressed and now he was lying naked on his bed. He had never done that before. He never went to sleep naked nor did he walk around in his room like this. The only time he had done that was about four weeks ago – when he was with Alexandra in the cabin.

`Alexandra, where are you? Where, for Heaven’s sake, are you?...I miss you so much... I wish you were here.. I want to feel you again.. please come back to me...’

Jonathan closed his eyes and fell into light sleep.

Jonathan felt something touch his skin, but he was neither able to move nor open his eyes. It felt warm and soft. It felt like a hand, placed softly on his chest. It felt good. The hand started moving across his chest - he could feel the fingers caressing his nipples, in circles. Jonathan sighed. Suddenly he felt a light breeze, as if something had lifted up his blanket. The hand crossed over his chest and slipped under his blanket.

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“No, that’s not true! That’s not Alexandra! I know she loves me and I know she will come back to me!“

* “She is dead, you little f*cker! And if she’s not, you should kill her. Her and all the others!“ *

“Shut up! Leave me alone!“, Jonathan yelled.

* “You little freak! You little useless freak!“ *

“Who are you?!“

* “You know exactly who I am!“ *

Jonathan could hear the flapping of wings, he could hear a horrible noise, a scream..... a screeching noise ... made by birds...like it was ravens...no, not ravens...
.. it was crows, yes .. crows!

Jonathan buried his face into the pillow and cried bitterly.

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chapter 23+24

Chapter 23 (Mrs.Crane)

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Now three months had passed, since Alexandra was torn from Jonathan´s life.

Three months without her, without a message from her, without knowing, where she was, if she was okay – if she was alive at all!

Jonathan still pursued all news coming from Europe. Many cities in Germany and France had been destroyed and lots of people had lost their homes, but it looked like the end of the war was near to come. But to Jonathan it was hard to believe it and to hope, that it´ll happen soon. But he neither could nor even wanted to lose hope! Being full of hope, that Alexandra was still alive and that he would see her again, was now the only thing remaining to him
- the only thing giving him enough strength to suffer his current life.

Mrs. Crane and Jonathan didn´t talked to each other almost a week now. She heard him groaning and screaming the night after their dispute, but she neither knocked at the door of his room to ask what happened nor she asked him about it the following days . It wouldn´t be the only night she heard him groaning and screaming when he was in his room.

Mrs. Crane noticed that after a night like this, Jonathan always took his used sheets to launder them by himself. On the day after their dispute she found a towel, obviously forgotten by Jonathan, to launder it too. The towel was smeared all over with his semen. Mrs. Crane knew what this meant. Her son wasn´t a child anymore with his 17 years!

And although Jonathan never told her, she knew that he has lost his virginity to Alexandra the night they´ve spent together in the cabin. Or had they slept together for a longer time already and Mrs. Crane just didn´t know about it?

She now was aware of the fact that at least physically Jonathan wasn´t a little boy anymore - and it was up to her now to treat him accordingly.

Maybe she hadn´t been aware enough of his condition when they had their dispute. On the one hand, he recently had discovered his sexuality, on the other hand, the person, who discovered and shared his sexuality with him, was suddenly torn from his life without any early warning. It was obvious, that these nights where she heard him groaning and screaming were nights where he worked off his rage in a sexual way – maybe his one and only way to work off his sorrow for Alexandra. How could she blame him at all?

`I was too hard on him.´, Mrs. Crane thought by herself.

She called him into the living-room this afternoon when Jonathan got home back from school again. Without saying anything he heard her apologizing to him for slapping him that day. Mrs. Crane promised him to listen better to her son, to be there for him and to help him, whenever he would need her help. Jonathan´s dark expression on his face started to bright up. He also apologized to his mother for his comment made on their dispute and both embraced each other. Jonathan was relieved to have resolved with her – he has enough problems already, he even didn´t need anymore, especially not with his mother.

Mrs. Crane embraced Jonathan. She was happy, that all was cleared up now
– but she could feel, that her son wasn´t the same as before...


Chapter 24 (4th of July)[/u]


It was 3rd of july and in Gotham all preparation for the upcoming Independence Day celebrations were at their full swing now.

Jonathan just had finished his homework, when he heard the front door was opened and his mother stepped in carrying two big shopping bags. He jumped to the door to take the bags from her.

„Thank you, dear.“, she sighed in relief “This is so nice from you..“

“You´re welcome.“, Jonathan said and smiled lightly, then carried the bags into the kitchen.

Mrs. Crane gazed after him. She didn´t hear him groaning and screaming in the night for two days now. Obviously he finally could calm down and above all he could sleep through the whole night without waking up over and over again. His skin had been so pale over the last weeks and today he looked rested, fresh and relaxed for the first time.

`Maybe it was just because of the sorrow and Jonathan was still the same as he had been before.´, Mrs. Crane thought and went into the kitchen.

Jonathan started to unpack the shopping bags and placed the groceries into the cupboards. Mrs. Crane helped him.

„All the town had turned out.“, she said, while putting some cans into the cupboard next to her „It´ll be great tomorrow, I´m sure!“

„Hmmm..“, Jonathan made with a dry voice.

He didn´t like parades and fanfare like this at all, but he knew, his mother was talking about this right now. Mrs. Crane turned around towards him.

„Hey, what do you think about going to Central Park tomorrow to watch the parade?“, she asked in a cheerful voice.

´Oh no, I knew this would come!´, Jonathan thought.

„Ahh, I don´t know...“, he said, with a puffing tone in his voice and gazed at his mother.

`Only Mom can take pleasure in such trivial things like that!´

„Come on, do me the favor!“, Mrs. Crane said, then giggled „It´s gonna be fun for sure!”

Jonathan pouted.

* „Stupid boy, you aren´t serious now, are you?! We aren´t here at kindergarten! Tell this biatch, you won´t go anywhere!“ *

* „Shut up! This woman is my mother and I´ll do her a favor. End of discussion!“ *

„Come on!“, Mrs. Crane said, gazing at Jonathan „Just say `Yes´!”

Jonathan sighed; he couldn´t refuse her.

„Okay, Mom. If you really want to go, then we´ll go.“

Mrs. Crane chuckled, pressed Jonathan against her and gave him a big kiss on to his cheek.

„I knew you wouldn´t be a killjoy!“, she said happily and left the kitchen, starting to sing aloud.

Jonathan gazed after her.

`Yes.´, he thought by himself `Maybe it was now time to play.´

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[fosforito]

chapter 25+26

Chapter 25 (The vision)

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It was a bright beautiful day - perfect for Independence Day´s celebrations.

Gotham Central Park was already crowded when Jonathan and his mother arrived. Mrs. Crane looked relaxed and satisfied. She was happy. Yes, she was happy because to her it looked like Jonathan was doing fine again.

~ „Blue skieees smiling on meee, nothing but blue skieees do I seeee” ~ ,Mrs. Crane sang out aloud, pressing Jonathan against her.

“Mom..”, Jonathan shouted and made a pouty face.

`You´re singing out of tune!´, he wanted to say, but he kept it to himself.

This was so embarrassing! His mother was acting like a teenager! But when he realized how happy she was, he didn´t want to put her out of temper.

`Come on, so what? Enjoy the day! At least, give it a try!´, Jonathan thought by himself.

He could hear the cheering people. He watched children laughing and playing and could see the marching bands and the show-cars, preparing themselves and forming up for their performance. Jonathan sighed – and he thought of Alexandra. She was in war zone and he was here joining this trivial play!

`No, don´t do this.. Don´t think of her now!´, Jonathan thought.

He didn´t come further, because the first marching band started to play and Jonathan was torn from his thoughts.

„Whoa, this is loud!“, Jonathan yelled and covered his ears.

His mother gazed at him. No wonder, they were standing right next to the marching band!

„Come on, let´s go over there!“, Mrs. Crane shouted and they walked away on the other side.

The people standing next to the parade route laughed cheerfully and applauded when the parade started to move. Mrs. Crane looked happily at Jonathan; he forced himself to smile. The crowd started to move with the rhythm of the music and clapped their hands. Jonathan looked into happy and smiling faces all around him.

`What exactly am I doing here?´

As if she could read his mind, she nudged him in his side. Mrs. Crane laughed and clapped her hands to the music. Jonathan smiled lightly, but his smile still looked agonized. Mrs. Crane started to move, as she was dancing and tried to animate Jonathan to join her to dance. He followed her and started to clap his hands and to move too.

* „Stupid boy, are we here at kindergarten?!“ *

* „Just shut up!“ *

Jonathan danced and clapped and for the first time he was laughing aloud and happiness covered his face.

Suddenly in a split second a stabbing pain flashed through Jonathan´s body and tore him out of his good mood. The music got apruptly loud and the laughter and the voices around him went into his head like a thunderstroke.

Jonathan writhed with pain and gripped the area around his abdomen and his hips. Mrs. Crane first continued dancing, because she thought that Jonathan was joking around, but then she realized that something was wrong with him.

„Good Lord, Jonathan!“, she shouted and touched her son „What happened?!“

His body winced under her touch. Jonathan staggered and bumped into the people standing around him, who either didn´t react at all or were just looking at him in bewilderment. Jonathan screamed in pain.

„My God, Jon, what is it?!“, his mother cried in panic, touched his arm and tried to pull him out of the crowd.

Jonathan whimpered, still writhing in pain. Both stumbled out of the crowd and rested at a big tree nearby the passing parade. Jonathan pressed himself against the tree, becuase he could feel his legs giving way. He panted. Mrs. Crane caressed his back, her eyes filling up with tears.

„ Jonathan! What the matter with you? Please Lord, tell me!“

Jonathan still could hear the jumble of music, the laughing voices, his laughing mother. He could see a storm of pictures in front of his eyes: the park, the parade, the laughing people
- and suddenly he could see bombs. He saw tanks and rifles. He saw destroyed homes, soldiers, strange faces. He could see Mr. and Mrs. Wentzler. He saw Martin. He saw Alexandra. He watched her screaming and whimpering. He could hear the cry of a baby. He could hear the screaming of birds, he could hear the Scarecrow…

„Noo!“, Jonathan yelled and tears were running down his face.

„Oh God, Jon!!“

„Mom!“, he sobbed and panted „Please take me home!“



~ Irving Berlin: “Blue Skies” ~



Chapter 26 (The desease)[/u]

Mrs. Crane has taken Jonathan to the car as fast as she could and drove off, wheels squealing.

She was seized with a wild panic. She drove as far as she could, but she still had to take a circutious route because a lot of streets being had been cordoned off, for the parade.

The pain hadn´t died down or subsided at all. Jonathan crouched in his seat, still clutching his abdomen and his hips, whimpering in pain. Mrs. Crane was shouting his name over and over again, trying to figure out, what had happened, what was happening to him, but Jonathan kept on saying „Bring me home! Bring me home!“ over and over again.

When they finally reached home, Mrs. Crane had to support Jonathan, so that he could walk slowly into the house, up the stairs, up into his room. Mrs. Crane helped him lie down on the bed, then she rushed downstairs to call up their family doctor, Dr. Luis Burton.

Dr. Burton had known Jonathan all his life, since his childhood.. Mrs. Crane owed him a lot, because he had always given them medical treatment without charging for anything. Dr. Burton was aware that the Crane family wasn´t able to pay expensive doctor´s bills.

A quarter of an hour after her call, Dr. Burton arrived at the Crane´s house. Jonathan was still lying on his bed, still whimpering and crying in pain. The doctor gave him an injection immediately to stop Jonathan´s convulsions and to lessen his pain. The injection started to have an effect and little by little Jonathan´s body relaxed, so Dr. Burton could examine him. His mother was standing outside in the hallway, waiting for the door to open and for Dr. Burton to come out. The whimpers coming out of Jonathan´s room, got softer. Mrs. Crane could hear a ratteling noise, something metallic, from the room. Then she heard steps, the doorknob turned and the doctor came out.

„Jonathan is sleeping for now. I gave him a sedative.“, said Dr. Burton, keeping the door ajar so Mrs. Crane could take a peek at Jonathan.

He still was whimpering a bit, but it seemed like he finally calmed down. Dr. Burton closed the door quietly and touched Mrs. Crane´s arm. Both went downstairs into the living room.

„Luis, what is the matter with him?“, Mrs. Crane asked.

Both had known each other for many years now and sometimes, they just started to call each other by their first names.

„Well firstly.. Jonathan is running a high temperature.“, Dr. Burton explained. „ I gave him a pain-killer and it will also help bring down his temperature. Jonathan told me, he was feeling a severe pain in his abdomen and his hips, going down to his loins..“

The doctor gazed at Mrs. Crane.

“And what does it mean?”, she asked.

„I´m not sure..“, Dr. Burton said. „I would like to examine him more and to do some more tests, but he should be in hospital for that... now, I know how difficult this would be for you, without proper health insurance, Sheila. So first I´ll try to help you as best as I can.“

He gazed into Sheila´s eyes.

„I´ve taken a blood sample and I´ll take it to my lab today. Maybe we´ll have some more information then. For now, it´s important for Jonathan to rest and allow the medicine to act.“

Mrs. Crane nodded.

„This is the pain-killer. I´ve written the dosage on the package. If Jonathan should have a seizure again, the other one is the sedative.“

Dr. Burton passed the two packages over to Mrs. Crane. Their finger tips touched for a moment and Luis and Sheila looked at each other, blushing.

„Has Jonathan been under any kind of unusual stress, these past few days?“, Dr. Burton asked to break up their awkwardness.

„He lost his girlfriend a few weeks ago, because of the war in Europe.“, Mrs. Craine explained „The girl is German and was sent back when the war broke out. I was at the German embassy with Jonathan, when the rioting and chaos broke out . There he saw the girl for the last time and since then, we haven´t heard anything about her. All this has taken its toll on Jonathan, I think.“

Dr. Burton took a deep breath.

„But the worst thing is:“, Sheila said and touched Luis´ arm, as with every word she got more upset and her voice got louder. „Jonathan groans and screams almost every night, he doesn´t eat, he speaks to himself and as if that were not enough, he also masturbates every night! Today he was more or less normal for the first time and now this... this breakdown! I don´t understand it! Jonathan is not the same as before..“

„Sheila!“, Luis said and held her hand, which was still resting on his arm. „The boy has lost his girlfriend! He can´t be the same as always, he is in mourning right now. Everybody has their own way of dealing with sorrow. There are people who just ignore it, others go crazy...“

„So, is that what you think, that Jonathan is crazy?!“, Sheila shouted in anger.

„No.“, Luis said in a soft voice. „I didn´t mean it like that. I just believe that this has been all too much for Jonathan to handle. Today he simply got a message from his body, that he can´t go on like this. Give him time and support his as best as you can. Don´t put so much pressure on him. He´ll need time, until his life starts to become normal again.“

„Yes, but..“

„Listen, let´s do this: first we´ll treat Jonathan´s physical problems. It is important to get him stabilized. If his condition worsens, I´ll take him to hospital. I´ll handle this. Now I´ll do some blood-work to check if there is anything specifically wrong. And I´ll call up some people to get psycological help for Jonathan. It´s possible that he´s simply suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. I´m not an expert on it, but if so, he´ll need a special treatment.“

„But, Luis, I can´t pay for all this..!“

„Don´t worry. I´ll handle that. For now, Jonathan should rest and you should do the same. And you should help him by doing what´s the best for him. Just think about it and give him what he wants the most.“

Sheila nodded.

„Okay...“ she said softly.

„I`ll come back later to see Jonathan and to after you. Call me up if his condition gets worse..call me up at anytime.“, Dr. Burton whispered and let go Mrs. Crane´s hand.

Both walked to the main door. Dr. Burton said good-bye to Mrs. Crane, got into his car and drove off. Mrs. Crane watched him drive away and closed the door.

`Just think about it and give him, what he wants the most .´ she remembered Dr. Butron´s words..

`Could she really give him, or let him do, what Jonathan wanted most?´, she thought even if she realized that her son had grown up and that she would have to let him go.


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[fosforito]

okay, here are chapters 27+28 for you.

Chapter 27 (Awakening)

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Jonathan opened his eyes.

The curtains of his room were drawn, but a ray of light entered into the room through a small slit. Jonathan touched his forehead. He could feel cold sweat on it. Then he touched his throat; it felt cold. His fever was gone.

Jonathan folded back his blanket and got up slowly. His body felt as heavy as a stone, but the convulsions had decreased. He could feel a stretching pain in his right shoulder and touched it after sitting down on the edge of the bed.

`Must come from lyíng in bed all the time. Who knows, how long I was unconscious. ´, Jonathan thought.

He moaned softly when he got up and walked to the window. He ripped open the curtains and the sun shone brightly through the window. Jonathan had to put his hand in front of his eyes because the light dazzled him. Jonathan started to stretch his body.

`Oh man, I´m feeling like a truck ran over me.´, Jonathan thought when he realized how tense his body was.

`What day was today? What time was it?´

Jonathan didn´t have any idea and lost in his toughts, he passed his hand over his face. He could feel a light tickle on his throat; it was beard stubble.

But how long he has been asleep?

Jonathan decided to first take a shower and to shave. He turned around to go to his wardrobe, when he heard a knock at his door and his mother entered the room.

„Oh, Jonathan. You are awake!“ She was surprised to see Jonathan standing in front of her.

„Hello Mom.“, he said softly.

Mrs. Crane embraced him and placed her hand across his forehead.

„Ahh, your fever´s gone, that´s good.“, she said, relieved „How do you feel?“
„Better.“, Jonathan said, looking at his mother. „How long was I asleep?”

„Four days.“, she responded „You had a very high temperature and were restless. Dr. Burton was here to look after you. Oh, I´m so happy, you´re getting better again.“

Mrs. Crane didn´t mention, that Jonathan has shouted Alexandra´s name over and over again in his delirium.

“ Do you still have pain?“, she asked.

„I still feel groggy and my body hurts, but I think, I´ll feel better after a shower.”, Jonathan said.

Mrs. Crane caressed his hair, which was wet because of the sweat.

„Then go ahead, my dear. This will be good for you.”

Jonathan nodded.

„Can I leave you alone for one or two hours?“, Mrs. Crane asked. „I have to buy some food for us.“

„Of course.“, Jonathan said. „Don´t worry. I´m doing fine.“

Mrs. Crane kissed him on his cheek.

„I´ll be right back.“ Then she left the room and closed the door.

Jonathan sighed softly. He could barely remember what happened
- but this he could remember burned into his mind and he knew what to do.

Jonathan took his clothes out of the wardobe and went into the bathroom.



Chapter 28 (The fight)[/u]

Jonathan still was in the bathroom.

He had taken a long shower. He just stood under the shower, feeling how the water running down his body. He looked down at himself – and his memories came back into his mind, the ones of Alexandra and the night they spent together. He remembered what they have done. He could remember her embraces, her kisses, her touches. He wanted to feel her again.

`I can´t stay here anymore! I gotta look for her and I gotta find her!´, Jonathan thought, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

He was standing in front of the wash basin, looking into the mirror right in front of him. Because of the shower the mirror fogged and Jonathan wiped off the glass with his hand.

He had placed a towel around his hips – and he thought of Alexandra again. He was thinking of leading her hand to the towel to losen the knot. He was thinking of her pulling the towel away and how she would start to kiss him. She would caress his nipples and please them with her tongue. She would kiss his chest, kiss his abdomen and then move further, move down…

„Jonathan, concentrate! You have work to do!“, he said to himself before splashing his face with ice cold water.

* „So, you have work to do, stupid boy?!“ *

Jonathan looked up and gazed into the mirror, which was starting to fog again.

„I don´t remember to have called you.“, Jonathan said with a firm voice.

* „Who are you, that you think you could contradict me?!!“ *

„I don´t listen to you at all.“, Jonathan said and gripped the bottle of shaving foam.

He spread the foam over his face, then started to shave. Scarecrow kept on talking insistently to Jonathan, but he didn´t answer him at all. He kept on shaving with all easiness, pretending he wouldn´t hear Scarecrow at all. Scarecrow boiled with rage.

* „I don´t like it at all being ignored!!“ *

Suddenly Jonathan could feel a pain at his throat.
He touched himself under his chin and felt something warm and wet at his fingertips. It was blood. Jonathan had cut himself with the razor. He looked into the mirror, his eyes full of anger.

„And I don´t like it at all getting hurt!“ he hissed.

He grabbed the packet with the replacement blades for his razor. He could hear Scarecrow saying
* „You freak, what are you doing there?!!“ * , when Jonathan put a blade out of the packet and placed it with shaking hands on his left arm, next to his artery.

„Now do you want to take the risk?!“, Jonathan yelled, looking into the mirror. „If I fall, then you´ll fall with me! So stop hurting me!“

* „You little freak, you god damn..!“ *

„Don´t call me `Freak´ and don´t call me `Boy´!“, Jonathan shouted, pressing the blade against his arm so hard it now started to hurt. „My name is Jonathan! Jonathan Crane! And now you will do, what I say!“

For the first time Scarecrow kept silent.

Jonathan smiled softly. For the first time in all these weeks he could hold his own and make head way against Scarecrow! Jonathan bent forward and gazed into the mirror.

„And I´ll tell you something else!“, Jonathan said with a firm voice. „I will go! I will go and seek her. I´ll seek her because I know that I love her and because I know she loves me. And you – you won´t stop me!“

* „Jonathan...!“ *

„You won´t stop me! Did you hear me? No one will stop me now!“, Jonathan yelled and punched with his fist against the mirror. It shattered loudly.

And again Scarecrow kept silent.



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