Death Comes As the End
[Thursday - Extra Fortified Poison]
[When his alarm goes off at 4:00 Thursday morning, Lucas immediately bolts out of bed. He takes his blankets with him, settling down on the front porch with his head leaning back against the door, his eyes scanning the dark streets for any sign of a whistling madman. His patience is rewarded soon enough. He doesn't even take the deliveries in, simply uncapping a bottle and drinking it down right there, probably to the Milkman's great pleasure.
While nothing comes out, no spiders or razor blades or dinosaurs with rocket launchers... There is the sense, immediately, that something is wrong. Poison. A different sensation than the spider venom or snakebites he was more familiar with, but... He knew what this feeling was. It was the same as he'd had last year, in Westport. No matter. He could heal it. The boy concentrates and casts the appropriate PSI, and.... nothing. He tries again. Over and over, he casts Healing until he knows, in the pit of his stomach, that there won't be anything he can do to save himself this time around.
He'll try to stand up; to his great surprise, his muscles rebel. He manages only to smash his head against the door feebly instead. ...Lucas sinks back down to a sitting position, wraps his blankets around himself as much as he can, and tries to keep his breathing under control.
He's never been a very strong child. In fifteen minutes, he is dead.]
[Saturday - Mood Swings]
[He's evenly matched with Silence today. They race. Lucas cheats with PK Flash. Lucas wins. When the milk goes down, he wipes his mouth off triumphantly with a cheerful shout.]
See, Mr. Silence? Nothing even happened this time! I can take care of myself.
[Following their conversation, Lucas will run out the front door, singing a sort of obnoxious song as loudly as he can. This continues until he reaches the park, at which point he pauses, bursts into tears, and begins to attack an oak tree with a small stick he picks up.]
[When his alarm goes off at 4:00 Thursday morning, Lucas immediately bolts out of bed. He takes his blankets with him, settling down on the front porch with his head leaning back against the door, his eyes scanning the dark streets for any sign of a whistling madman. His patience is rewarded soon enough. He doesn't even take the deliveries in, simply uncapping a bottle and drinking it down right there, probably to the Milkman's great pleasure.
While nothing comes out, no spiders or razor blades or dinosaurs with rocket launchers... There is the sense, immediately, that something is wrong. Poison. A different sensation than the spider venom or snakebites he was more familiar with, but... He knew what this feeling was. It was the same as he'd had last year, in Westport. No matter. He could heal it. The boy concentrates and casts the appropriate PSI, and.... nothing. He tries again. Over and over, he casts Healing until he knows, in the pit of his stomach, that there won't be anything he can do to save himself this time around.
He'll try to stand up; to his great surprise, his muscles rebel. He manages only to smash his head against the door feebly instead. ...Lucas sinks back down to a sitting position, wraps his blankets around himself as much as he can, and tries to keep his breathing under control.
He's never been a very strong child. In fifteen minutes, he is dead.]
[Saturday - Mood Swings]
[He's evenly matched with Silence today. They race. Lucas cheats with PK Flash. Lucas wins. When the milk goes down, he wipes his mouth off triumphantly with a cheerful shout.]
See, Mr. Silence? Nothing even happened this time! I can take care of myself.
[Following their conversation, Lucas will run out the front door, singing a sort of obnoxious song as loudly as he can. This continues until he reaches the park, at which point he pauses, bursts into tears, and begins to attack an oak tree with a small stick he picks up.]