Running

Jun 13, 2004 21:26

Last night we met to take care of the portal problem and everything with Hockins. See what we were gonna do. But my watcher busted in with guns and people and shots were going everywhere. I know everyone was thinking of the last time we were attacked like this; I was, too. Dylan shot him, one of the ops shot Lorne. I guess I got a scratch, too. Gabe really pulled through; I've never seen anything like that. He took away all their guns through magic. They ended up leaving, Hockins and the ops team.

God. This is all because of me, all of it. That...that bastard wants to take everything. They're all targets. I could see them breaking after it was over; the looks in their eyes after all that had happened. All of that pain and suffering was on me, just because I freeloaded with them when I ran away. I should've stayed away from people. I should've kept to myself and no one would've gotten hurt.

That's what I'm going to do now. I didn't want to leave; not Des, not Gabe, not Taylor or Connor or Dylan. Not any of them. I felt so safe there and...like, I don't know, I had a place. I just can't put them at risk again like that. It's not fair to them. This is so stupid. And it's raining.

He'll get me eventually, but...maybe I can put it off. *heads toward the nearest bus station*
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