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Those Forgotten - Awake

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Notes: Notes: This is the 4th installment of 'Those Forgotten,' it contains no yiff but is very emotional so don't put up the tissues just yet. Umm, this chapter is quite short but I felt it needed to stay that way for some reason. Only 4 more chapters you guys! You will not expect how this is going to end. I now have a wonderful editor and we are combing though my stories. I'm sorry this is short, Chapter 5 is nearly done and will be much longer but there will be no yiff because there's no room. It's already as long as my yiff stories and I can't find a suitable place for it. Anyway, enjoy.

Edit: I re-wrote the series out of first person format as I felt I was being hypocritical. I hate first person stories so I couldn't leave this in first person. When I origionally created this series, Shaun was to esentually be me, but as I kept writing he took on his own life and I am no longer Shaun.

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Edited by Warrior Scribe

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(Chapter Four)

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Oren woke up wrapped in warm arms, pulled tightly and protectively to the body next to him. Opening his eyes, Oren looked up to see Shaun sleeping peacefully next to him. He closed his eyes again and snuggled into his new boyfriends body lovingly. This woke Shaun and he giggled at all of the fur tickling his chest as he tried to push Oren away. Rolling over on top of Shaun and pinning him down, Oren began to tickle his boyfriend and watched him squirm and yell.

This went on for minutes until Shaun slumped in Oren's grasp. Stopping in shock, Oren felt Shaun's chest, he felt cold.

"Shaun? What's happening?" Oren asked.

"Why Oren?" Shaun said, looking up at Oren, his eyes suddenly opaque with death.

Oren felt something warm and wet on his hands and looked down to see them covered in blood. Pulling his hands away, he jumped off the bed, quickly standing and examining his hands in horror. He heard the bed creak and raised his gaze to see Shaun standing by the bed.

Shaun was an ashen grey color and had a raw, ragged hole just below his ribcage. Oren watched in horror as the twisted dead corpse of his lover lumbered slowly towards him, blood now pouring out of the wound faster and faster.

"Why Oren? Why didn't you protect me?"

"Shaun, I--"

"I loved you Oren, you let me die."

"NO!" shouted Oren, crying.

There was the crack of a gunshot as Oren jerked awake and sprung to all four paws, his heart racing. His head whipped around as he looked at his surroundings but his canine ears could only hear Detective Lupo snoring quietly in the corner chair of the tiny hospital room. Sighing, Oren and tried to calm himself. Laying down on the floor again and folding his paws one over the other, he set his head across his paws gently, a tear rolling down his muzzle.

It was the same nightmare every time he went to sleep, ever since that incident that nearly took Shaun away from him. Oren's eyes wandered up the hospital bed to Shaun, he had bandages wrapped all around his middle and I.V. leads still in his arms. All of this was the aftermath of a complicated surgery.

The detective had managed to talk the hospital into allowing Oren to stay at Shaun's side and graciously kept him company . He had also tried to get Oren to at least go home with him, to get a full nights sleep. Oren refused this though, refused to leave. He didn't want sleep, he wanted Shaun. He still couldn't forget the events of last week, he'd never forget them, they were burned deep into his memories like some kind of giant scar.

'Why god, why did this have to happen to me? Please, let me have him back... I love him,' Oren said to himself. He was openly sobbing now, but his tears had run out long ago.

"Why?" he mumbled aloud.

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_All three of them were laughing as the doctor left the room, he didn't have a clue. Christine was healing fast because she was a werewolf, but the doctor would never know that. They were still laughing when someone started yelling, followed then by screaming. Oren watched Shaun rush to the blinds with the detective. There were two sharp cracks as the two guards at the door fell to the floor, then another shot as the glass Shaun was at shattered.

The Detective and Shaun threw themselves to the floor as glass rained down on their backs. Oren ran under Shaun's chair and watched the Detective draw his gun, squatting low by the door. The door suddenly flew in, slamming into the Detective and throwing him against the wall, gun clattering noisily to the floor. Looking up, Oren's blood went cold, it was the hunter and he was there to kill them. In the blink of an eye, he leveled his gun on Christine as she sat there, terrified, and fired._

The crack that issued from the gun made Oren's canine ears ring as he watched the bullet strike Christine. She rolled out of the hospital bed. blood spraying out of the wound and flecking all over the room. The gunman pulled the hammer back and fired at Christine again. This time though, only foam flew into the air as the bullet missed it's target. Christine was on the floor now, backing against the wall slowly. She was screaming and blood was pouring out of her shoulder... she was trapped.

Oren's ears rang with another crack as the gun fired but it wasn't in Christine's direction. Turning, the Akita could see a cloud of blood spray from Shaun as he too pulled the trigger on his gun as fast as possible.

'Oh no...' Oren whispered to himself.

Shaun was screaming, still pulling the trigger when the detective laid his hand across the weapon and silenced him. The detective them tried to help Shaun up but Shaun fell from the Detectives grasp, blood having slicked their hands. The Detective ran from the room and Oren could see the guards getting up and stripping open their uniforms to finger over where their armor had saved them. If only Shaun had been so lucky.

Shaun let out a soft 'oh' of recognition, almost terror as Oren watched all the blood rush out of him. He fell to his side, sliding onto his back just a little bit, gasping in the shock of being shot. Oren padded over to him as quickly as possible, his muzzle a mask of horror as his heart stopped. Shaun was dieing right before him and there was nothing he could do. Shaun reached up and brushed the fur on the side of the frightened Akita's head, smiling and trying to calm him as he accidentally smeared blood in his fur. Shaun cupped Oren's head gently and pulled the dog to him.

"Please don't cry. Just remember... I love you," Shaun whispered, kissing Oren gently on his nose before he fell back to the floor. As this happened, his head turned and he sighed what the dog thought to be his last breath.

'NO! NO! No, no, no, no, no, NO! This can't be happening! Please, no... SHAUN! Come back!' Oren tried to yell, but all that came out were a couple of whimpers. The room was suddenly inundated with people and he was pushed aside as they took his boyfriends lifeless body from the room. He tried to stop them, to keep Shaun with him, to give him the gift that would save him, but the Detective wouldn't let him.

'LET ME GO! I have to give him the mark!' Oren tried to convey in his panic to the Detective, but the man still held him tightly. He was growling and lashing out at him trying to get to Shaun, he had to.

"Oren, stop. You can't help him," The Detective said.

"I can give him the mark! I can save him!" Oren was whining again. "Please, he's going to die!"

"The Doctors here might be able to save him but if you give him the mark, he WILL die," The Detective said " The gift is hard enough on a healthy body, deadly considering how far gone he is. All we can do is wait."

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Oren had paced the waiting room with the detective so long that he had collapsed on the floor. Instantly, the Detective was was right there with him. The Hospital wouldn't let them in to see Shaun, not yet. They said he was in too critical of a condition. It was hard for Oren to wait, he wanted to see his boyfriend. When they finally let us them in to see Shaun, Oren ran to his bed but he wasn't awake. The Detective watched on with a sad face as Ore tried nuzzling his hand, licking the open palm, but nothing.

The Doctor entered just then and told the Detective that Shaun was in a coma. They told him that they had no idea why, but sometimes the mind just couldn't handle things like that. Oren sat at Shaun's side ever since. Every hour, he gets up to go nuzzle his hand, to try and wake him, to get him to pet him, anything... but he hasn't. Oren was so determined not to fall a sleep, he wanted to be awake when Shaun came around, but inevitably sleep over took him in the exhaustion, but it never stayed long. It was always the same nightmare, over and over, he couldn't stop it, just like he couldn't stop the bullet that took Shaun.

So, Oren has spent every waiting hour since, leaving only to take care of business outside, in that hospital room. The Detective had been polite enough to feed him, having asked his Chief if he could take the time off to take care of Oren and wait on Shaun.

The nurses had been nice too, the nicer ones even coming into the room on their lunch breaks to sit by Oren and eat. Their company and loving strokes helped, they were remarkably understanding for humans.

Getting up slowly, Oren jumped into the chair that had been placed close to Shaun's side and turned to face him. First licking Shaun's cheek tenderly, Oren laid himself next to Shaun half in the chair and half on the bed as he maneuvered Shaun's hand onto his head. It was there that he sat, ever faithful, and perpetually in love of the man that rescued him.

"Please God," Oren whispered, "let me have him back. Please... Shaun, wake up... Just wake up Shaun, wake up! I need you! I love you, I don't want to be alone anymore."

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Shaun jerked awake on a warm table, warm air washing comfortably across his face. Sitting up quickly, he looked around to see nothing but vast whiteness in every direction.

'What happened? Where am I?' he asked himself, trying to remember.

Everything came flooding back to him in a huge wave, he had been shot by the hunter. Looking down, Shaun searched for the hole that would have been left by the bullet but there was nothing, not a trace of his injury. That's when he noticed that he was naked as the day he was born.

"Ahem," someone called in front of him.

Shaun's arms moved like lightning, shooting down to cover his groin as his head looked up to see a svelte, blond women clothed in a white robe standing there. She was beautiful, skin like milk and lips the color of rose pedals that were currently curling up into a smile.

"Who... Who are you? Where am I?" Shaun asked embarrassed. "Why am I naked?"

"You are as you were the day you were born," the woman said, walking closer, "as god intended you be."

"God? Oh no, I'm... I'm dead?" Shaun asked shocked.

"One could say that," said the woman. "Come, walk with me."

Shaun looked down to see that his groin had been covered by a loose white loin cloth, but he still felt exposed. He looked up to see the robed woman gliding away and quickly leaped of off the table to follow her. They continued walking aimlessly through the endless whiteness until Shaun spoke up.

"So... If I'm dead... is this..."

"Heaven? No. We angels use this as a middle ground for those who are to go back," said the woman as she stopped to look at Shaun.

"You're an...."

"Angel? Yes. My name is Micheal... your loved one and you are my charges," said the woman.

She started walking again and Shaun motioned to follow but paused when there was a loud crash as she faded for a moment. She stopped and turned to look at Shaun, a worried look playing across her face. Walking back to him, she told him.

"We walk no further, you're time approaches," Micheal said smiling.

"You're not an angel, you can't be, you don't have wings. All of this, this is my mind offering an easy end as I die."

"What need does a non-corporeal being have for wings when he or she can move through dimensions at will."

"I don't believe in you anymore, or God. What God would do this to a person?"

Micheal frowned.

"For years I endured the pain of loneliness as I searched for love and when I finally find someone, I am torn away from him after only days. Even if I were to survive all of this, I am still sentenced to die long before him because of an easy to fight form of cancer that was found far too late, leaving me to wither as I fight for more time and chemo treatments slowly kill me. How can I believe a God loves me after all of this. Is it punishment for worshiping him in the wrong name? If I had called him Buddha or Allah, would I have been treated better? You tell me, why should I believe in this benevolent father that calls himself God?" Shaun was fuming now as he stood defiantly in front of the angel.

"Why!?" Shaun shouted again, crying now.

"You're God, my God... his or her God... Allah... Buddha... they are all the same. There is only one true God, but he accepts all reverence no matter how flawed it or his children may be, like you and your lover. You are all created in his image and follow his plan," Micheal said smiling again.

There was another boom and Micheal's image wavered.

"If you were truly my Guardian, why did you allow me to die?"

"Always questioning the world, that too is one of Gods gifts. Even angels have rules that we must follow, we cannot interfere in your world. We are only allowed to lead by intuition and clues. That doesn't mean that God will not occasionally turn a blind eye to moving a bullet a few inches to miss critical organs," Micheal said.

She then continued.

"We have been here before, and we will be here again. Until then, you will live"

"What do you mean before?" Shaun shouted.

Micheal smiled gently as Shaun's head suddenly filled with memories of his angel, scenes of protection and passion playing in his mind.

One moment it was the words spoken with no source, 'He's the one,' 'That's because you are,' 'you will live,' and the next moment it was of the soft embrace of arms that pulled him clear of the path of a speeding truck. Another was an operation as a child where he lost a lot of blood, but he felt warm when he opened his eyes and saw a face floating above him smiling warmly as his soul felt a tremendous comfort.

Contemplating suicide, again he felt the warmth of an embrace unexplainable to him. Still there was much more. The final memory was of a woman standing behind a bright light, blood covering her hands. Following her arms, Shaun could see that they were being guided by an angel as she removed a metal slug from his stomach and sowed him up. All of these memories ran through Shaun's head as he fell weeping to the floor.

"Your time is here, wake up Shaun... wake up, please," Micheal's voice was changing, it was no longer hers. She brushed her hand across his cheek and it felt almost like a lick. She pulled his hand up, running a finger across his left palm, it felt warm and furry. Her hand faded away as did the rest of her, but Shaun still heard the voice as a large boom carried him away from this realm and back to his body.

"Just wake up Shaun, wake up! I need you! I love you, I don't want to be alone anymore," someone was whispering.

'Oren! Oh god, Oren. I'm here baby, I'm here!' Shaun tried to yell, but his mouth wouldn't work.

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Oren was still crying, silently praying that Shaun would wake up. He felt Shaun twitch in bed and he froze in hope. He twitched again, and again as the monitor beeped. Oren prayed harder but the twitching stopped and he felt defeated. Suddenly, the hand on his hand started to move. Jerking slightly at first then slowly smoothing out as the hand gently caressed Oren's ears. Oren sat up and looked at Shaun's face.

'His eyes are open! His eyes are open! Oh, thank you god! Thank you!' Oren screamed in his head.

Oren started to lick Shaun's face as tears silently fell from the both of them. No words were said, none needed to be.

Shaun was finally awake and somewhere an angel smiled.