Half & Half

Chapter Six: Guidance

"I don't know whose side I'm taking

But I'm not taking things too well…"

—Michelle Branch


A crisp, cool breeze blew through the midsummer evening, allowing the soaring trees to shudder a little in its wake. Under one such large oak located in the city's implausibly large cemetery, Tru Davies wept. Her whole body was continually shaking, swathed in the tears falling without any sign of ceasing from her red eyes. She stared at the granite headstone jutting up from the grass, her mother's body six feet below. Even between sobs, she couldn't speak a single word, but once or twice attempted to. Finally, a single choking sentence escaped her lips, aimed at the gravestone reading 'Elise Laura Davies'.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because last time you saw her, you were a kid. You weren't ready."

It was just a suggestion.

"You bastard." She hissed, staring up at Jack with angry, loathsome eyes.

"You don't get it, don't you Tru?" Jack replied calmly. "Do you actually think I enjoy killing people?"

"Well, you've made it a little bit evident." Tru replied, scorn still lacing her voice.

"I don't question your motives, Tru," Jack continued. "… but did you ever think of the damage of letting someone live does to the world? People die and live who aren't supposed to die and live. It alters the rift. Harrison was supposed to die, Luc was supposed to live… you know why?"

"If Luc was supposed to live," Tru responded, not bothering to answer the question. "Then why did you kill him?"

"You are a bit slow, aren't you? They can't coexist in Death's design. And thanks to you saving your brother, Luc wasn't the only one who had to suffer. The design isn't in black and white, Tru. It's in all shades of gray. One death affects everything."

Tru blinked. "Why are you here?"

"Just to clear the air," Jack shrugged, his voice still a bit hostile. "Just to show there are no bad guys."

"There are bad guys," Tru said thickly. "There are good guys. I'd just like to believe that my morals are more righteous than yours. You say that I'm contributing to more chaos? I'm saving people who weren't meant to die. They ask me to help them for a reason. And I'm not letting you win anytime soon." Her fist, holding a bouquet, unclenched and dropped the flowers to the ground.

"Those two have no idea what they're up against."


Author's Note: I admit, it's a REALLY short chapter, but it's all my muse had up for grabs.