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morganknight) wrote2005-07-09 08:49 pm
morganknight) wrote2005-07-09 08:49 pm
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On Monday I got a call, a frantic call, from Cass. She'd had a vision, a vision of Katie dead. I begged her to go over to her house quickly (I don't know why she did it, I haven't even SEEN her since then), and I even shut the Rose down early so I could get there and stop whatever it was that could bring this vision to pass.
But my travel was intercepted. Midway through the journey, which is difficult to describe since it crosses a few steps in the space of a heartbeat, something stopped me. It appeared to be a knight, wielding a blazing sword of light. It offered no hints as to its presence or its motivations. It simply attacked.
The fight was hell, but I eventually evaded it long enough to reach the Wylies' house. Too late, of course. Seamus was giving Katie CPR on the bathroom floor. Someone had bound her and tossed her into the full bathtub. Unable to struggle, she'd drowned. By some miracle, we got her breathing again, but she stopped again by the time the ambulance came to pick her up. Seamus said it was minions of Vin, his former owner, who were making this a message. I have no doubt he's correct, given that she was marked with a V.
They took her to the hospital. Sal was there, I haven't the slightest clue how, except for the fact that he's Sal. I... He'll be taking revenge on Vin and his minions, not me. I couldn't even do that much right. And the next day, the doctors took her off the ventilator.
I could not stop them. I could not stop them, no matter how much I tried to bribe or threaten, I couldn't do it. There was absolutely nothing I could do. I failed to heal her, as well. I couldn't do anything for my poor sister, my poor dying sister. I couldn't do anything.
Now I'm just waiting, for something that's already happened. I have messages on my phone, I know what they say without even having to listen to them. I'm afraid to. Maybe if I don't listen to them, I can pretend that I don't already know what they have to say.
She's dead.
My sister is dead.
But my travel was intercepted. Midway through the journey, which is difficult to describe since it crosses a few steps in the space of a heartbeat, something stopped me. It appeared to be a knight, wielding a blazing sword of light. It offered no hints as to its presence or its motivations. It simply attacked.
The fight was hell, but I eventually evaded it long enough to reach the Wylies' house. Too late, of course. Seamus was giving Katie CPR on the bathroom floor. Someone had bound her and tossed her into the full bathtub. Unable to struggle, she'd drowned. By some miracle, we got her breathing again, but she stopped again by the time the ambulance came to pick her up. Seamus said it was minions of Vin, his former owner, who were making this a message. I have no doubt he's correct, given that she was marked with a V.
They took her to the hospital. Sal was there, I haven't the slightest clue how, except for the fact that he's Sal. I... He'll be taking revenge on Vin and his minions, not me. I couldn't even do that much right. And the next day, the doctors took her off the ventilator.
I could not stop them. I could not stop them, no matter how much I tried to bribe or threaten, I couldn't do it. There was absolutely nothing I could do. I failed to heal her, as well. I couldn't do anything for my poor sister, my poor dying sister. I couldn't do anything.
Now I'm just waiting, for something that's already happened. I have messages on my phone, I know what they say without even having to listen to them. I'm afraid to. Maybe if I don't listen to them, I can pretend that I don't already know what they have to say.
She's dead.
My sister is dead.