Page 349 of When We Fall: Part Two
“If he dies, you’ll have more time for me.” Her eyes were wild as she moved closer to me.
“I have time for you now,” I choked out. “I’m sorry. Let me fix things?—”
“I’m fixing things,” she snarled as the baby continued to shriek in her arms.
Fuck, he was hurting. I needed to save him.What do I do?
“I wanted E! I wanted him the most! He loves me! He loves me, and you never let me see him because you know he loves me, and I will leave you for him! You know it’s true! He fucks me! He fucks me so good and deep, and you hate that! You hate knowing we made this baby without you!”
“Celeste, please. I’ll call E right now. He’ll see you. Just put the baby down.”
She stared me down as I pulled my phone out and dialed E.
“I need you,” I said in a shaky voice as he answered. “Celeste has the baby. She’s stabbed him. She won’t put him down until she sees you. Please…Your son needs you right now. Celeste needs you. Please. Come, E.”
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I’m on the way.”
I hung up. “See? He’s coming. He’s on the way. Put the baby down. Please. Give him to me.”
“No.” She swiped the knife at me again as I tried to get close. “I’ll kill it if you take another step closer.”
I held my hands up, sending out a prayer for the shrieking baby in her arms. She was covered in his blood. In her blood. In Christian’s blood. We needed an ambulance.
It felt like an eternity until the front door opened, Cole shouting for me.
“I-In here,” I answered back. “Nursery.”
Cole rushed in, the saints behind him.
And E.
He pushed through everyone, his body trembling.
Celeste’s eyes lit up at the sight of him.
“E, baby,” she called out. “You came! I knew you would!”
“Give me the baby,” he said in a soft voice. “I want my son.”
She jerked the baby back and raised her knife again. She let out a snarl as we all shouted for her to stop. The knife came down, and E dashed forward.
She screamed as she stabbed E, but he managed to get the baby away from her.
She rushed forward, swinging the knife. Cole and I grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor as E held the crying baby in his arms.
“Get Christian,” I said to the saints as Celeste tried to bite me. “Get him out of here.”
“Make the fucking call,” Cole snarled, punching Celeste in the face.
The sound of his knuckles cracking bone sounded out around us.
I hit Sylar’s name. “Now. I need you.”
“Already outside, love bug,” Sylar answered. “We’re coming in.”
How? Just fucking how?
It didn’t matter. They were here, and that’s all that mattered.
