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Chapter 47
"I heard the voice of the Lord, saying,
Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Then said I,
Here am I; send me."
-Book of Isaiah, Chapter six, verse eight.
'It still meant more to him than it did to me,’ Bryan thought disparagingly. He turned his head to Selene,
“Can you help me for a second, babe?” he asked as he saw Renamon glance towards him, “I’ve got to move over.”
“Of course,” she said readily as she took her arm off his back, Bryan handing his left-hand crutch to her as he put his arm over her back for support. With her assistance he carried himself over towards the head of Damien’s grave. Renamon stood and watched him silently, reading in his eyes what Selene did not. As they stood to the side of the head of the grave, Bryan’s stomach already pained at the thought of kneeling down, but he knew it was what he needed to do.
“Selene,” he told her softly, “In my left front pocket there’s...”
Bryan’s voice trailed off as he heard the soft thud of a car door closing followed by another as he looked up and saw a red minivan that had just parked on the edge of the junction. He saw two people emerge from the front, a human woman from the driver’s seat with short blonde hair and a light blue blouse and long grey skirt. From the passenger seat an Anthromorph white tailed buck, his antlers trimmed short as was common to avoid clashing with low doorways or car interiors. He wore a bright red shirt and light brown slacks similar to his fur. The whole group had by now noticed them as the woman opened the back door of the car and unfastened her child.
“What was in your pocket, Bryan?” Selene asked.
“Hold on a second,” he assured her gently as he watched the new arrivals curiously. A blue balloon held on a string was in the hand of the child as he was helped from the car. He looked about five or six years old and evidently was not related by blood to either of his guardians as he was neither human nor deer, but African wild dog. The boy was wearing a bright blue shirt and black shorts with Spiderman themed shoes. Presumably being his foster or adoptive parents, the woman took the boy’s hand as her husband joined her and they walked towards the site. The husband carried a bundle of roses as they approached, Eugene walking out towards them.
“Hello, there,” the buck said in a friendly but reserved manner, “I hope we aren’t disturbing you but we just wanted to pay our respects.”
“Not at all, sir. You’re welcome to,” Eugene greeted him warmly, extending his hand which the buck took.
“Thank you, Officer...”
“My names Eugene,” he stated informally.
"Eugene. Thank you. My name’s Jake and this is my wife Jenny and our son, Reymont.”
Bryan watched as Eugene greeted the family, Kristina, Sasha and Elis all walking down towards the new arrivals. He, Selene and Renamon remained as they were as the greetings were exchanged. Bryan’s attention was focused mostly on the kid, his bright eyes noticeably lacking the starry eyed wonder that was usually associated with children of innocence. It was a look that had haunted him in the eyes of children who were victims of neglect or abuse.
He presumed it was why he wasn’t with his biological family. There was something familiar about him, but it escaped him. He couldn’t recall where he had seen this boy, but at the very least he was sure he had met somebody like him.
Renamon turned towards the family as they walked over towards the site, having been welcomed warmly by everyone except for herself, Bryan and Selene. The young boy stared up at the blue balloon he held, watching it sway gently in the breeze. The couple walked up to her, Renamon seeing their eyes quickly dart down to the flag in her hands before meeting her at eye level.
“We’re so sorry for your loss,” Jenny said, gently held out her hand.
“Thank you,” she replied softly as she shook both their hands gratefully. She peered down to Reymont, who by now was staring up in fascination at the tall Kitsune woman peering down at him. To her right, Bryan and Selene started coming over to them as she squatted down to meet Reymont at his level.
“Hello, Reymont,” she said with a smile, “It’s very nice of you to come here.” The boy seemed captivated by her, blushing as he smiled back and nodded excitedly. Jenny reached down and picked him up, holding him in her arms as Renamon stood up again.
“It’s such a tragedy,” lamented Jake, “We just felt we had to show our support. But especially for Reymont we knew we had to.”
“Why is that?” asked Bryan as he shuffled up to a short distance from them, forcing on a smile for the kid.
"Because we realised that one of the officer’s names was the same as the one who saved him four years ago,” Jake explained. At once, Bryan felt that his crutches were about to give way as Renamon’s eyes expanded as large as monster truck tyres.
“Wait a minute,” Bryan stammered, “Reymont... Reymont Clark?” he blurted out. The couple looked at each other with near concern before Jenny answered,
“Yes, Clark was his last name before we adopted him.”
Bryan let out an odd chuckle, the incredulity of it making him unsteady. Renamon peered closer to the child who looked back and forth between the two strangers who he couldn’t understand the fuss they were making over him. She found herself trying to imagine what the six year old boy before her looked like when he was only two; the boy carried from a burning meth lab by Damien. The event that she’d read the citation of; the event that saw him awarded the Medal of Valour that she had seen in his room on that morning. That wonderful morning.
“Damien Holt,” she said whimsically to young Reymont. Jake and Jenny both nodded.
“Yes, that was his name, wasn’t it Reymont?”
“Yes,” he said shyly, “He saved me from the fire,” he said in a voice that may have been adorable if it weren’t such a heavy topic.
“That must have been so scary,” Renamon said on the verge of tears.
Uh-huh,” he nodded with a straight face, his attention being drawn away to the balloon again. Right then Renamon felt never more envious of any person in her life; that a near death experience and the loss of his parents, as neglectful as they were, could be so quickly erased in the mesmeration of a blue party balloon. If only adults could so easily forget their fear and pain.
“Where... where is he?” Jake asked softly. Renamon and Bryan both beckoned to the grave beside them, the family shifting their stance until they were facing the foot of the grave. Reymont took his eyes off the balloon and stared down at the mass of flowers. Renamon and Bryan both wondered if the boy understood the concept of death, not wanting to ask and potentially open that bottomless can of worms. But they both saw the look in his eyes that was abnormal for someone his age, someone exposed to the real dangers of the world at such an early stage of life. Jake stepped forward with the bundle of roses, carefully drawing just one from the rest and placing it carefully at the foot of the grave, presumably keeping the rest for the others. Reymont looked over at Bryan, seeing the shine in his eyes bought on from the cascade of emotions.
“Was Officer Holt your friend?” he asked innocently. Bryan swallowed hard as he forced the smile back in place.
“Yeah, he was my friend. My best friend. You know, he told me all about you, said how brave you were, little man,” he said as his smile wavered like static on a television. With innate childhood obviousness, Reymont looked over to Renamon, who smiled weakly at him.
“He and I were very close,” she told him with a gentle nod.
“Did he save you too?” he asked back. Renamon felt her heart tear like it had driven a knife into itself, her first impulse being to wail in agony at the loss of the one she loved. She swallowed a mouthful of air as her hands dug hard into the flag in her grasp. She took a step nearer, now in arms reach of the little boy.
“Yes,” she replied without a hint of the agony ripping through her, “He saved me too.” Renamon saw Eugene behind them wipe a tear from his eye as Reymont’s parents did their best to bottle their own emotions. Jenny let her son down on the ground again, Reymont still looking at Renamon as he shuffled the few steps between, his ears lowering mournfully as his arms opened up and hugged her around her legs. She stood frozen as if she’d seen a ghost, looking across to his parents for salvation, but Jenny merely covered her mouth as Jake held her close to his side.
The agony that she had suppressed suddenly felt like it has been exorcised, driven up and away like evaporated moisture by the little boys embrace. She looked around at all the envious eyes watching her, unable to stand their gaze as she turned back her attention to Reymont. He stood with the side of his head pressed against her legs, Elis’s feet appeared to her left as his hands reached over and took a gentle hold of the flag for her, freeing up her hands. She reached down and carefully held Reymont behind the head, her heart fluttering at his compassion as the balloon bumped gently against her arm. A smile brightened her face as she closed her eyes contently, not caring if she remained like that forever.
Bryan watched the pair as they shared in their grief and shared debt to his partner, Selene holding her head lovingly against him as he pulled her closer. His eyes perused the expressions of Jake and Jenny, Kristina and Sasha, Eugene and Elis as they all watched the scene admirably. He looked down at his chest, eyeing the pocket just beneath his badge. Bryan realised that there was one other option.
He nudged Selene gently, beckoning to his other crutch. She passed it over to him as he uneasily carried his own weight, crawling forward the last few steps to Reymont and Renamon. The Kitsune’s eyes opened at the sound of Bryan heaving himself forward, locking onto him as Reymont turned his head to look at him.
“Uh...” Bryan started, his feet turning cold as they locked into his golden brown eyes, his ears perking up curiously. As Selene stepped up to him, he looked to Renamon, “Can I get a hand, please?” She nodded and gently patted Reymont on the head, scooting him back over to his parents. She took to Bryan’s side as Selene took his arm again.
“Help me kneel down,” he told them.
“But Bryan’s you’re not...” they began.
"It’ll be fine, I’ll be okay,” he assured them firmly. Despite a nervous look between them, Renamon and Selene took Bryan’s arms and carefully shouldered his weight. He cringed as they lowered him to his knees, his other colleagues taking a quick step towards him, but he waved them off as he settled on the ground, Reymont stepping back cautiously, unsettled by his pained look. With an effort, Bryan smiled,
“Hey, there. It’s okay. Will you come here for a second, Reymont?” With quick assurance from his parents, he stepped up close to Bryan, both hands holding the string of his balloon.
“I like your balloon, Reymont. I wish I had one like that,” Bryan said kindly, the young canine smiling with pride that he owned something somebody else wanted.
“I’ve got something that belonged to Officer Holt,” continued Bryan, “Something that he’d only want to belong to someone very brave, like he was.”
His left hand reached into his pocket, the silver medallion dangling from his fingers as he drew it from its sheath. Renamon gasped softly as he held it up for Reymont to see, the chain jingling as it rocked in front of his eyes. Bryan dropped it into his palm as held it out towards the boy.
“My friend Damien was the bravest man I ever knew. He was the best cop I ever knew. You were the first person he ever saved, he was proud of that. I think... I think that he would want you to have this,” Bryan told him earnestly. Reymont leaned in closer to the object in his palm, his eyes tracing the engraved image of Saint Michael spearing a serpent, bordered by the words ‘Saint Michael Pray For Us.’
“You want me to keep it?” Reymont asked anxiously.
“That’s right,” Bryan nodded warmly, “Will you promise to take good care of it?” Reymont nodded his head quickly, his face lighting up as Bryan smiled widely.
“Ok. Hold out your hand,” he instructed. Reymont held out his small, furred hand in which Bryan carefully placed the medallion in. As his hand slipped away, Reymont held the medallion up to his face, his eyes wide with wonder, like a child’s should be. Renamon leaned down and clenched Bryan’s shoulder proudly, as did Selene as the group all smiled at the exchange. Reymont then looked up from his new acquisition, his eyes going back to his balloon and then to the policeman in front of him
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. After a few moments thought, the boy held his balloon out towards Bryan. “You can have this,” he said with some obvious strain, happy and sad at the thought of giving up his balloon.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that...” Bryan declined, trying to smother his embarrassment.
“Please?” Reymont begged in a voice impossible to rebuke. Consequently, Bryan accepted a humble defeat. He nodded gently and reached out carefully with his right hand and took the balloon string between his fingers. Renamon and Selene shared a poignant glance with each other as the trade took place.
“Thank you, Reymont,” Bryan nodded with a gladdening smile. Reymont nodded excitedly as he turned around to show his parents his new trinket. Jake and Jenny were beaming from mouth to mouth as they gave a thankful nod to Bryan, bending down to their son as he held up the medallion to them. Renamon and Selene knelt down beside Bryan and took his arms, helping him back to his feet as he barely noticed the pain that was caused. He kept watching the family as they bonded, the balloon swaying in front of his eyes and finally drawing his attention to it. He chuckled in an almost childish fashion; the two women endured his state of mental paralysis as they assisted his hands to grip onto his crutches. Selene gently plucked the balloon from his grasp as he pulled the crutch under his right armpit. When he looked at her, she smiled playfully as she tied the string above the handgrip of his right crutch. After that she kissed his lips, her eyes full of prize.
“So, Bryan” Renamon began coyly as he turned to her, “Who else have you told about your plan to resign?”
“What plan?” he asked innocently, giving a knowing smirk. Renamon smirked back at him.
End of Chapter 47
This is is a bit short because it was meant to be part of the previous chapter, but due to size limitations on deviantart, I had to split it into a smaller one.
Chapter 47
"I heard the voice of the Lord, saying,
Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Then said I,
Here am I; send me."
-Book of Isaiah, Chapter six, verse eight.
'It still meant more to him than it did to me,’ Bryan thought disparagingly. He turned his head to Selene,
“Can you help me for a second, babe?” he asked as he saw Renamon glance towards him, “I’ve got to move over.”
“Of course,” she said readily as she took her arm off his back, Bryan handing his left-hand crutch to her as he put his arm over her back for support. With her assistance he carried himself over towards the head of Damien’s grave. Renamon stood and watched him silently, reading in his eyes what Selene did not. As they stood to the side of the head of the grave, Bryan’s stomach already pained at the thought of kneeling down, but he knew it was what he needed to do.
“Selene,” he told her softly, “In my left front pocket there’s...”
Bryan’s voice trailed off as he heard the soft thud of a car door closing followed by another as he looked up and saw a red minivan that had just parked on the edge of the junction. He saw two people emerge from the front, a human woman from the driver’s seat with short blonde hair and a light blue blouse and long grey skirt. From the passenger seat an Anthromorph white tailed buck, his antlers trimmed short as was common to avoid clashing with low doorways or car interiors. He wore a bright red shirt and light brown slacks similar to his fur. The whole group had by now noticed them as the woman opened the back door of the car and unfastened her child.
“What was in your pocket, Bryan?” Selene asked.
“Hold on a second,” he assured her gently as he watched the new arrivals curiously. A blue balloon held on a string was in the hand of the child as he was helped from the car. He looked about five or six years old and evidently was not related by blood to either of his guardians as he was neither human nor deer, but African wild dog. The boy was wearing a bright blue shirt and black shorts with Spiderman themed shoes. Presumably being his foster or adoptive parents, the woman took the boy’s hand as her husband joined her and they walked towards the site. The husband carried a bundle of roses as they approached, Eugene walking out towards them.
“Hello, there,” the buck said in a friendly but reserved manner, “I hope we aren’t disturbing you but we just wanted to pay our respects.”
“Not at all, sir. You’re welcome to,” Eugene greeted him warmly, extending his hand which the buck took.
“Thank you, Officer...”
“My names Eugene,” he stated informally.
"Eugene. Thank you. My name’s Jake and this is my wife Jenny and our son, Reymont.”
Bryan watched as Eugene greeted the family, Kristina, Sasha and Elis all walking down towards the new arrivals. He, Selene and Renamon remained as they were as the greetings were exchanged. Bryan’s attention was focused mostly on the kid, his bright eyes noticeably lacking the starry eyed wonder that was usually associated with children of innocence. It was a look that had haunted him in the eyes of children who were victims of neglect or abuse.
He presumed it was why he wasn’t with his biological family. There was something familiar about him, but it escaped him. He couldn’t recall where he had seen this boy, but at the very least he was sure he had met somebody like him.
Renamon turned towards the family as they walked over towards the site, having been welcomed warmly by everyone except for herself, Bryan and Selene. The young boy stared up at the blue balloon he held, watching it sway gently in the breeze. The couple walked up to her, Renamon seeing their eyes quickly dart down to the flag in her hands before meeting her at eye level.
“We’re so sorry for your loss,” Jenny said, gently held out her hand.
“Thank you,” she replied softly as she shook both their hands gratefully. She peered down to Reymont, who by now was staring up in fascination at the tall Kitsune woman peering down at him. To her right, Bryan and Selene started coming over to them as she squatted down to meet Reymont at his level.
“Hello, Reymont,” she said with a smile, “It’s very nice of you to come here.” The boy seemed captivated by her, blushing as he smiled back and nodded excitedly. Jenny reached down and picked him up, holding him in her arms as Renamon stood up again.
“It’s such a tragedy,” lamented Jake, “We just felt we had to show our support. But especially for Reymont we knew we had to.”
“Why is that?” asked Bryan as he shuffled up to a short distance from them, forcing on a smile for the kid.
"Because we realised that one of the officer’s names was the same as the one who saved him four years ago,” Jake explained. At once, Bryan felt that his crutches were about to give way as Renamon’s eyes expanded as large as monster truck tyres.
“Wait a minute,” Bryan stammered, “Reymont... Reymont Clark?” he blurted out. The couple looked at each other with near concern before Jenny answered,
“Yes, Clark was his last name before we adopted him.”
Bryan let out an odd chuckle, the incredulity of it making him unsteady. Renamon peered closer to the child who looked back and forth between the two strangers who he couldn’t understand the fuss they were making over him. She found herself trying to imagine what the six year old boy before her looked like when he was only two; the boy carried from a burning meth lab by Damien. The event that she’d read the citation of; the event that saw him awarded the Medal of Valour that she had seen in his room on that morning. That wonderful morning.
“Damien Holt,” she said whimsically to young Reymont. Jake and Jenny both nodded.
“Yes, that was his name, wasn’t it Reymont?”
“Yes,” he said shyly, “He saved me from the fire,” he said in a voice that may have been adorable if it weren’t such a heavy topic.
“That must have been so scary,” Renamon said on the verge of tears.
Uh-huh,” he nodded with a straight face, his attention being drawn away to the balloon again. Right then Renamon felt never more envious of any person in her life; that a near death experience and the loss of his parents, as neglectful as they were, could be so quickly erased in the mesmeration of a blue party balloon. If only adults could so easily forget their fear and pain.
“Where... where is he?” Jake asked softly. Renamon and Bryan both beckoned to the grave beside them, the family shifting their stance until they were facing the foot of the grave. Reymont took his eyes off the balloon and stared down at the mass of flowers. Renamon and Bryan both wondered if the boy understood the concept of death, not wanting to ask and potentially open that bottomless can of worms. But they both saw the look in his eyes that was abnormal for someone his age, someone exposed to the real dangers of the world at such an early stage of life. Jake stepped forward with the bundle of roses, carefully drawing just one from the rest and placing it carefully at the foot of the grave, presumably keeping the rest for the others. Reymont looked over at Bryan, seeing the shine in his eyes bought on from the cascade of emotions.
“Was Officer Holt your friend?” he asked innocently. Bryan swallowed hard as he forced the smile back in place.
“Yeah, he was my friend. My best friend. You know, he told me all about you, said how brave you were, little man,” he said as his smile wavered like static on a television. With innate childhood obviousness, Reymont looked over to Renamon, who smiled weakly at him.
“He and I were very close,” she told him with a gentle nod.
“Did he save you too?” he asked back. Renamon felt her heart tear like it had driven a knife into itself, her first impulse being to wail in agony at the loss of the one she loved. She swallowed a mouthful of air as her hands dug hard into the flag in her grasp. She took a step nearer, now in arms reach of the little boy.
“Yes,” she replied without a hint of the agony ripping through her, “He saved me too.” Renamon saw Eugene behind them wipe a tear from his eye as Reymont’s parents did their best to bottle their own emotions. Jenny let her son down on the ground again, Reymont still looking at Renamon as he shuffled the few steps between, his ears lowering mournfully as his arms opened up and hugged her around her legs. She stood frozen as if she’d seen a ghost, looking across to his parents for salvation, but Jenny merely covered her mouth as Jake held her close to his side.
The agony that she had suppressed suddenly felt like it has been exorcised, driven up and away like evaporated moisture by the little boys embrace. She looked around at all the envious eyes watching her, unable to stand their gaze as she turned back her attention to Reymont. He stood with the side of his head pressed against her legs, Elis’s feet appeared to her left as his hands reached over and took a gentle hold of the flag for her, freeing up her hands. She reached down and carefully held Reymont behind the head, her heart fluttering at his compassion as the balloon bumped gently against her arm. A smile brightened her face as she closed her eyes contently, not caring if she remained like that forever.
Bryan watched the pair as they shared in their grief and shared debt to his partner, Selene holding her head lovingly against him as he pulled her closer. His eyes perused the expressions of Jake and Jenny, Kristina and Sasha, Eugene and Elis as they all watched the scene admirably. He looked down at his chest, eyeing the pocket just beneath his badge. Bryan realised that there was one other option.
He nudged Selene gently, beckoning to his other crutch. She passed it over to him as he uneasily carried his own weight, crawling forward the last few steps to Reymont and Renamon. The Kitsune’s eyes opened at the sound of Bryan heaving himself forward, locking onto him as Reymont turned his head to look at him.
“Uh...” Bryan started, his feet turning cold as they locked into his golden brown eyes, his ears perking up curiously. As Selene stepped up to him, he looked to Renamon, “Can I get a hand, please?” She nodded and gently patted Reymont on the head, scooting him back over to his parents. She took to Bryan’s side as Selene took his arm again.
“Help me kneel down,” he told them.
“But Bryan’s you’re not...” they began.
"It’ll be fine, I’ll be okay,” he assured them firmly. Despite a nervous look between them, Renamon and Selene took Bryan’s arms and carefully shouldered his weight. He cringed as they lowered him to his knees, his other colleagues taking a quick step towards him, but he waved them off as he settled on the ground, Reymont stepping back cautiously, unsettled by his pained look. With an effort, Bryan smiled,
“Hey, there. It’s okay. Will you come here for a second, Reymont?” With quick assurance from his parents, he stepped up close to Bryan, both hands holding the string of his balloon.
“I like your balloon, Reymont. I wish I had one like that,” Bryan said kindly, the young canine smiling with pride that he owned something somebody else wanted.
“I’ve got something that belonged to Officer Holt,” continued Bryan, “Something that he’d only want to belong to someone very brave, like he was.”
His left hand reached into his pocket, the silver medallion dangling from his fingers as he drew it from its sheath. Renamon gasped softly as he held it up for Reymont to see, the chain jingling as it rocked in front of his eyes. Bryan dropped it into his palm as held it out towards the boy.
“My friend Damien was the bravest man I ever knew. He was the best cop I ever knew. You were the first person he ever saved, he was proud of that. I think... I think that he would want you to have this,” Bryan told him earnestly. Reymont leaned in closer to the object in his palm, his eyes tracing the engraved image of Saint Michael spearing a serpent, bordered by the words ‘Saint Michael Pray For Us.’
“You want me to keep it?” Reymont asked anxiously.
“That’s right,” Bryan nodded warmly, “Will you promise to take good care of it?” Reymont nodded his head quickly, his face lighting up as Bryan smiled widely.
“Ok. Hold out your hand,” he instructed. Reymont held out his small, furred hand in which Bryan carefully placed the medallion in. As his hand slipped away, Reymont held the medallion up to his face, his eyes wide with wonder, like a child’s should be. Renamon leaned down and clenched Bryan’s shoulder proudly, as did Selene as the group all smiled at the exchange. Reymont then looked up from his new acquisition, his eyes going back to his balloon and then to the policeman in front of him
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. After a few moments thought, the boy held his balloon out towards Bryan. “You can have this,” he said with some obvious strain, happy and sad at the thought of giving up his balloon.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that...” Bryan declined, trying to smother his embarrassment.
“Please?” Reymont begged in a voice impossible to rebuke. Consequently, Bryan accepted a humble defeat. He nodded gently and reached out carefully with his right hand and took the balloon string between his fingers. Renamon and Selene shared a poignant glance with each other as the trade took place.
“Thank you, Reymont,” Bryan nodded with a gladdening smile. Reymont nodded excitedly as he turned around to show his parents his new trinket. Jake and Jenny were beaming from mouth to mouth as they gave a thankful nod to Bryan, bending down to their son as he held up the medallion to them. Renamon and Selene knelt down beside Bryan and took his arms, helping him back to his feet as he barely noticed the pain that was caused. He kept watching the family as they bonded, the balloon swaying in front of his eyes and finally drawing his attention to it. He chuckled in an almost childish fashion; the two women endured his state of mental paralysis as they assisted his hands to grip onto his crutches. Selene gently plucked the balloon from his grasp as he pulled the crutch under his right armpit. When he looked at her, she smiled playfully as she tied the string above the handgrip of his right crutch. After that she kissed his lips, her eyes full of prize.
“So, Bryan” Renamon began coyly as he turned to her, “Who else have you told about your plan to resign?”
“What plan?” he asked innocently, giving a knowing smirk. Renamon smirked back at him.
End of Chapter 47
This is is a bit short because it was meant to be part of the previous chapter, but due to size limitations on deviantart, I had to split it into a smaller one.
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