Screw Rah’bel and his dad. Clay would just have to hope Apollo believes him when he says they’ll be burned to a crisp…
He didn’t at first.
“How the hell would you know that?!”
God damn Apollo’s annoying when he gets loud. Clay swallowed his annoyance and said, “I was there when it happened.”
“There’s no way… You can’t just come back from the dead.”
“Yeah well I did. We can’t go by logic anymore, Apollo. You’ll just have to believe me.”
“How can you possibly expect me to believe-”
Clay grabbed Apollo by his collar. The other man let out a startled cry. “Do you want to get me and my Dad killed?!”
Apollo’s eyes were filled with fear. He was dangling a couple inches off the ground.
“Answer the question!”
“No!” Apollo yelled back. His fear had given way to anger. “Now put me down!”
Clay released him and sat down on his bed.
“Alright, so you’ve intimidated me into doing what you want me to do. What now smartass?” Apollo was glaring at Clay. He was the very definition of pissed.
“We stay put.”
Apollo’s eye twitched. “You’re holding me captive just so we stay here?”
“Technically, I’m not. You can leave if you want.”
“And what will you do if I leave?”
There was no point in hiding the truth. “I’d kill myself.”
Apollo’s face went slack. He didn’t seem able to comprehend what his friend had just said. “What the hell.”
“I’m just being honest.”
“Do you have to be so blunt?”
Clay sighed. “What am I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know…” Apollo just seemed drained now. “Anything except that.”
“If I had said anything else, you would’ve left anyway, and that’s not what I want.”
Apollo knit his eyebrows together. “Why are you dragging me along? I don’t have anything to do with any of this.”
“If I don’t, you’ll die.”
“Then why didn’t you take Rah’bel with you? She wouldn’t be dead right now if you had.” Apollo’s face was a blank mask, but Clay could hear the angry undertones in his friend’s voice.
“I tried that, and we all died.”
“So you sacrifice Rah’bel’s life.”
Clay rubbed his shoulder. “I-I mean, I guess… technically. But I wouldn’t really classify it as that.”
“Since you have all the answers, what would you classify it as?”
“Keeping the rest of us alive.” Clay spat back. “You talk about what I’m doing as if it doesn’t affect your life. Would you like to die?! If so, I’d be happy to direct you to the top of this building. You could probably reach terminal velocity at that height.”
There was a knock on their door. “Excuse me?” It was the receptionist. “Could you quiet down. We’re getting complaints.”
Clay and Apollo looked at each other. Apollo called out, “yeah. Sorry about that.”
The receptionist walked away, and the two men continued their argument.
“It’s not only about me Clay. From what I’m hearing, the only reason anyone is dying is because you want to avoid the launch.”
Clay narrowed his eyes. “So you’re saying I have to die so someone else can live.”
Apollo opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The second time around he said, “well…” He had nothing to say.
Apollo’s right. Prosecutor Blackquill, Rah’bel, Apollo, even my own Dad have all died because of me.
Clay opened the door to their room.
“Clay, where are you going?” Apollo followed him up to the roof. His eyes widened when Clay stood at the edge of the building. “What the hell are you doing? Get down!”
“I know what I have to do Apollo!” Clay was smiling. “I’m going to make it right.”
“Clay, don’t take what I said to heart. I didn’t mean any of that shit! You don’t have to do this.” Tears were forming in Apollo’s eyes. “Please.”
“Don’t be such a downer!” Clay called back. “Everything’s gonna go back to normal. I promise.” He leaned back.
“No!” Apollo ran forward, but missed his friend’s shirt by a few inches. Clay went falling into the darkness, his body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.