Code Red

"No mom, she's lovely, pretty good, you know; smart, pretty, gracious," I chuckled. "Even blonde." I said with a shaky laugh.

"I really can't believe you colored your hair." She said and playfully slapped my head.

Our eyes bolted again and I could see the sincere care burning up in her lazuline eyes and I wished she could see the admiration burning up in mine.

"You can't come back?" I asked softly, squeezing her palms.

"No darling," She grinned, "I'm buried already but you can go." She smiled. "Tell me more about this Stacey." She said, positioning herself more intently on the floor.

I started with a sigh, "Stacey is my classmate and she's quite beautiful, her dimples just like yours,"

We both chuckled.

"Well her hair is like yours too, except they aren't in curls and she's a good singer too, dad told me you sing like an angel," I stopped as I felt emotions build up in me.

"God! I wish I heard them." I muttered to her.

"Does this Stacey love my besotted little boy?" My mother asked softly with a gentle laugh.

I feigned annoyance at her words before replying, "I'm seventeen mother, seventeen." I said with a joking frown.

"It's been really that long." She said with a twitchy smile.

"You look so pubescent mom, you skin!" I giggled as I rubbed her smooth arms.

"Glory to Elysium." Her face was painted with a wide smile.

"Hmm!" I heaved and folded my arms, "you asked if Stacey likes me too and I think so." I said and cast my eyes down to my arched legs.

"And why do you think so?" Veronica asked with a palpable smile.

I knew that I hadn't enough to create an assumption, but it was just what I thought.

"It's hypothetical though." I laughed. "Stacey is somewhat reserved mother, she hasn't vividly expressed her feelings for me yet but from few occasions and encounters I think she really does like me, like for once she said we could be friends, though it's not enough but it's something at least for starts and I've seen her blush severally when we speak and recently she got pissed when I was challenged to a fight..."

My mother quickly cut in, "You got into a fight?" She asked somberly.

"No, no, no, I didn't get into a fight, not yet," I mumbled my last words, "just some bully that's trying to maintain an over-bloated ego." I chuckled. "But it's settled though, I've got suspension..." I laughed but pursed my lips quickly at the reverberation of my name in the room. And I knew why the sentinel called but I wasn't ready to leave.

"It's time baby." My mother said; pinching my cheeks.

"Time already?" I laughed shakily. "When next do I get to see you mom?" I asked and squeezed her palms.

"When the time is right, now go." She nuzzled my nose before standing me to my feet.

"One last hug?" My arms spread widely and I engulfed my mother tightly; the hug was warm now and I felt hot tears roll down my scarlet cheeks.

"Go, go okay." She said and with that we disembodied.

I quickly wiped away tears, forcing my face with smiles and grins.

I didn't want to go back to my father or to Caroline or Aaron or earth so I turned away from my mother and walked towards the sentinel with a smile; a mischievous smile. When he stretched his hand to receive mine I swatted it away, swiftly dodged him from where he stood in the doorway and ran, scampering away with slight chuckles and laughs, I kept running and dodging ghosts, dashing to nowhere particularly but what I didn't realize that I did now was that I had arrived barely forty-five minutes ago and I hadn't anywhere to run to or hide in so I went back to my mother.

"I don't wanna go mom!" I cried, "Please." Emotions wavered my voice and tears touched my lips.

"Trevor you have to, you need to Trevor, you must be alive and well for me, to fix things, to right wrongs," Her hands touched my cheeks and I shuddered, "Stop Caroline baby, change Greg." Tear streaked down her cheeks.

The cause was given to me now and I felt the urge to wake up in earth and smash Caroline's slender throat, I've been like that since a child, I've always had the innate inclination towards perseverance and success, missions enthralled me and I always completed them.

"I love you mom." I whispered and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too." She muttered and I turned away.

The anger that boiled in me was all I needed to 'right wrongs'- it was exasperation and I could tell from the way my fists clinched tightly and my jaw clenched as I tromped towards the grim-faced sentinel.

"Thinking 'bout staying huh?!" He whisper-shouted as he gripped her wrist.

It irritated me the way he spoke; his condescending annoying tone that irritatingly past me ears.

"And I'm sorry." I brusquely said with an eyebrow shrug without any speck of verisimilitude or sincerity.

"Do you know the risk you took by trying to dodge resurrection?" He asked and shot me a brief glare.

I sighed angrily as I cast him a furious look.

"And you are taking worse by talking." I said curtly as we took hasty steps to what apparently was the gate and honestly I was scared, somehow I felt like I wasn't ready, prepared to resurrect in earth and face my cause.

Albeit everywhere was dark and gloomy but I could catch a glimpse of a cloudy halo light at the outskirts of Elysium, people in coursing garments rounded a dying off corona with desperation and infuriation etched on their faces.

"What's the status Gabby?" The sentinel asked hoarsely and let go of my hand; racing towards the group.

My ventilation got rapid when he left me; I froze, literally, I realized now that it was more than a stupid action to run, it was a risk of course; it was jeopardous to my chances of ever living again, as a human.

I ran towards them in fear and trepidation but stopped when they cast me apoplectic glares; the message was crystal clear, I knew it was doomsday for me and Mrs. Veronica.

"What's the situation?" I timidly asked; looking down at the squatted ghosts

The sentinel turned towards me with a farcical twitchy smile then shook his head before holding my hand.

"It's closed." He muttered and sighed.

I let out a sharp gasp...