Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

“You were sent to Old Lisbon. The ruins. You left five days ago.” He looked confused. Then smiled slightly. “I think you're mixing things up. It was Berlin. We cleared the safehouse. It was empty.” Elias leaned forward. “How did I die?” Jonas blinked again, slower this time. “There was an attack. A splinter faction. Bio-suppressant bombs. You died in the blast. Charlotte authorized the pyre. I carried you myself.” He looked at her. “You cried.” Charlotte didn’t react. “Jonas, what date was that?”

“Anyway, right before he died, I told him. I told him how much I loved him, that I always had, that a piece of my heart had always been his. I think it helped ease his pain a bit. The last thing he saw was my face and the last words he heard were, ‘I love you’.” Alfred’s eyes were wide. Holy hell, he thought to himself. What an awful ordeal! Jonathan wasn’t kidding – Mercy’s been through some tough shit. He thought of Olivia, of watching her die in such an excruciating way…NO…he shook the thought from his head.

‘I will have my way… eventually’ was his last words before he slumped to the ground. There was silence all round and everyone just stared at the two men on the floor. ‘Is he dead?’ Olivia whispered and almost at her response Dante chest rose and fell. ‘He is just unconscious’ Aidan said barely standing straight. Hoshi went to support him ‘Is it finally over?’ Suzy peeped from behind me with her hands covering her ears. ‘It is sweetie, he can’t hurt us anymore’ I hugged her glad this whole thing is finally over.

It would be a miracle if he survived another month. Snowie's body was already stiff. I trembled as I picked it up and dug a small grave in the yard. All my life, Snowie had stayed by my side. Even when it was tortured to death in the last life, it never let go of my hand. My tears fell hard into the dirt. In that moment, the pain made breathing hurt. "Do you want some help?" I looked up into Jim Hammond's dark, gentle eyes. At yesterday's dinner party, Garrett wasn't the only one bitten by a snake. Jim had also been bitten.

Outside the station, another violent impact shook the city. The carrier roared. But nobody cared. Not now. Because answers were finally standing in front of them. Jonathan inhaled slowly. "The man you're looking at isn't alive." Silence. Michael nodded grimly. "I knew it." Daniel stared. "What are you talking about?" Jonathan looked directly at him. "I died seven years ago." The words hit hard. Even though Daniel expected them. Even though he already knew. Hearing it still hurt. Then Jonathan continued. "Before my death, I transferred a copy of my consciousness into the synchronization network."

She was scared to the teeth, but tried as much as possible not to show it. She looked up at the King for a while, and when the silence stretched, she lowered her gaze to the floor. "Hmm" He finally let out a sigh and moved his thumb from his lip. "Tell me this is a dream. Isabelle Zorander - the last confessor on earth - kneeling in front of me". His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke, but Isabelle knew there were so many hidden intentions behind it. His face crinkled up in a cold smirk and he left his seat.

He could hear the approaching steps of death coming closer to him by passing seconds. "The message wasn't for Edward Whitford. He flew back to England an hour after the attack.I can assure you that he had nothing to do with tonight's incident."He said quietly. It stunned us specially Aitana,who staggered back and collided with the table. "Liam Grayson?"Adam and Marcus exclaimed together. "Your last breath will be locked and your flesh will decay in this place,I promise you so spill the rest of the truth and I will make your death less painful."I gripped his hairs into a tight hold and pulled them harshly.

Jonathan asks Idris, who has been staring at my unconscious form in silence. I see something flash in his eyes, but he looks away before I am able to recognize it. His voice is strained when he says, “No. Just get rid of her. Get rid of everything. The only thing I want is to get as far away from all of this once and for all and finally be happy with you.” His words bring a smile to Jonothan’s lips. “Your wish is my command, my darling.” I watch with horror as Jonathan flickers on the lighter and drops it on the floor. In a second, the entire room is engulfed in flames, and the two traitors exit the room, leaving me to burn.

"Shirley, I know I was wrong. All these years, I've regretted every day. I've done so much for you—" "Shut up!" I didn't want to hear another word from him. Conrad's eyes grew darker. Then, he smiled again. "2:00 AM. Were you waiting for this moment?" 2:00 AM, the time the coroner had declared Jonathan's death in my previous life. "Shirley, do you think that since the Harmons aren't backing me, you can win with a disabled Horace by your side? I'll show you who's winning and who's losing today!"

As I collapsed helplessly to the floor, I had crawled inch by inch to Joseph's feet using the last of my strength, crying and begging, "Joseph… Please save me… It… It hurts so much…" The platform in the courtroom had been covered in my blood. It was a blinding scarlet. I didn't even have the strength to speak as my voice faded to the point I couldn't hear it anymore. I don't remember what I said in the end. I just remembered it feeling so, so cold. "Joseph… am I dying?"