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May 02, 2006 01:12

John emerges from the corridor leading to the labs. He's clearly tired and more than a little dazed. His hands are a little cut up from broken glass and claw marks, but he's too distracted to realize it. He keeps rubbing one hand over his face, smearing blood from the cuts everywhere.

There's a small smear of blood on his pant cuff, too, but it's not his. Nor, of course, is the black feather stuck incongruously in his hair.

"I didn't mean to," he says suddenly to the world at large-- John's in shock, and not quite coherent. "I didn't--" he stops, and starts over. "It was an accident, I wasn't going to do anything, I just wanted to know--"

He pauses again.

"You said I wasn't a killer, dammit! You said it wasn't in my nature! You said this couldn't happen!"

Deep breath.

It doesn't help much.

"Something bad's happened," John begins again, more quietly. "I mean, really bad. I lost my temper and--" He rubs his face again, smearing yet more blood. "They were right about me after all, and I can't fix this now, and how the hell am I supposed to deal? What do I do?"

((I feel the need to clarify: dr_schreber is NOT DEAD-- Melinda got him to a hospital. John thinks he is, though.))
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