Christopher...

(I don't know why I've been on a Chimabell & Sophia kick here lately...but Imma get them out of the way before I put anything else up.)
Here's some extra feels to go with it:


    I don't remember hitting the ground, just waking up face-down in the snow, praying Meowsician had passed us by. I do remember falling; my stomach and my heart fell almost as fast as we did. That maniac had shot us down miles outside of town, somewhere deep in the forest where I feared none of our friends would find us. Some of the vultures that had been flying with us couldn't even get to us now...so maybe neither could that crazy freak. Maybe.
    Thankful that nothing was broken, but still fearful that he would appear at any second, I cautiously pushed myself off the ground to search for my unlikely savior, Chimabell. It scared me to death when I first came to when I realized we had been separated on impact. I hated to think what would happen should either of us be found alone, "Chimabell? Where are you? Chimabell?"I called, careful not to raise my voice too much. There was no response for several agonizingly long minutes. Nothing.
    Then, at last an answer, though a weak one, was heard over the howling wind, "S-Sophia..."
    He hadn't gone as far as I'd thought; actually he was just over a small hill behind me...but he didn't look so good. His left hand gripped his side, red seeping out between his fingers. He couldn't even lift his head above the snow piling up around him. The strange glow in his eyes was dimming by the second.
    He was a bird with broken wings...
    I raced to his side and reflexively reached out to him, but then remembered his pained yelps when Bella had thrown me onto his brother and our skin made contact. I didn't understand why it happened, and neither did he...but that doesn't matter now. Here he lies, dying right in front of me and I can't do anything to help him. It made me sick to know that he'd risked his life for a stupid human like me that he doesn't even like, and there was no way for me to repay him, "Chima..." I sank to my knees beside him, involuntary tears rolling down my cheeks.
    He coughed and whispered something barely audible.
    "What?"
    "C-Christopher..." he said again. His eyes fluttered before locking with mine, "Th-that's my real name. Someo-one thought I-I was human enough t-to have a name like th-that once...th-thought y'oughta know..." a tear slipped from his eye, and I wondered if it was from the physical pain he felt, or something that cut deeper.
    I laid myself parallel to him, stretching my arm out so that our hands were nearly touching, and whimpered, "So do I..."

 Ok, I'm done now.
Fortunately for them, all characters mentioned belong to and not me...