Who: Walter Sullivan & Henry Townshend (closed to other players) Where: The Hospital When: Sunset What: Henry goes looking around the City shortly after his arrival and meets up with someone he'd rather forget.
There were tears on Henry's face and he could feel the blood dripping down his body, tracing his ribs, pooling on the table, staining his shirt. Every drop of blood was a part of him, slowly draining away. Henry envied how easily they could slip off his skin, off the table, hit the floor at Walter's feet. They were getting away, but he was still here, slowly fading out. He was losing conciousness...
The view of the hospital room's ceiling, with its lone, flickering light, faded out, fuzzing into black, and Henry slumped against the table, motionless except for the sharp rising and falling of his still-bleeding chest in jerky, painful breaths.
And God said, separate from the flesh too, she is who is the Mother Reborn and he who is the Receiver of Wisdom.
Henry had long since been "removed from the flesh", but now he had the proper markings. The annointment. The task was complete.
Mother will return now. Mom, come back. Mom, mom, mom.
Walter could hear the little boy crying somewhere, and whirled around, looking for him. Nowhere. He wasn't here. So why that constant wailing? Why that noise?
No, the whimpering was Henry, wasn't it? The tears were on his face, and a few unintelligble phrases left his lips before his eyes slid shut.
You're mine now, Henry, and when everything's right, you'll come Home again. With us. Forever.Walter resisted the urge to reach down and trace the numbers. Let them heal first -- there would be plenty of time to marvel at his own handiwork later
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The view of the hospital room's ceiling, with its lone, flickering light, faded out, fuzzing into black, and Henry slumped against the table, motionless except for the sharp rising and falling of his still-bleeding chest in jerky, painful breaths.
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too, she is who is the Mother Reborn and
he who is the Receiver of Wisdom.
Henry had long since been "removed from the flesh", but now he had the proper markings. The annointment. The task was complete.
Mother will return now. Mom, come back. Mom, mom, mom.
Walter could hear the little boy crying somewhere, and whirled around, looking for him. Nowhere. He wasn't here. So why that constant wailing? Why that noise?
No, the whimpering was Henry, wasn't it? The tears were on his face, and a few unintelligble phrases left his lips before his eyes slid shut.
You're mine now, Henry, and when everything's right, you'll come Home again. With us. Forever.Walter resisted the urge to reach down and trace the numbers. Let them heal first -- there would be plenty of time to marvel at his own handiwork later ( ... )
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