ben braeden-winchester. (littlepimp) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-20 23:55:00 |
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For over a day Ben had not been allowed near the boards or even a computer. His grandma had said it was for his own good, but he wasn't willing to listen or admit that being online really had upset him so much. In that 'groudned' time he'd begged, cajoled and even demanded that he be allowed online or be allowed to help catch both Claires or that they just get out there and find people. Other than the continued searching of the city, section by section, looking for people to recognize pictures of Dean, John and others, nothing was happening to make any of this better. Ben was sick of the waiting, the carefulness, the lack of solutions, the not-fixedness of it all. It would be an entire WEEK in another day and none of the people he'd tried to bring back to him had come or even treated him as anything other than crazy. Knocking them all out and locking them in closets or rooms or cages or something wasn't just appealing, it was what Ben was desperate enough to do ASAP. If no one else would help him, he'd decided he had enough money in his savings to hire somebody to do the finding and knocking out and he'd just stick them all in Claire's house. Or something. The plan wasn't fully formed yet and, yes, there were huge holes in it and a world of 'no' and all manner of other issues, but he was desperate. But first, the next step in his campaign to shake people up with the proof that he had that those with fake lives didn't have. After quickly answering any pending responses of importance, he settle in to do what he'd snuck Sam's laptop out of his room to do – post the few videos and digital pictures that featured parts of both Claires' lives. Realizing he wouldn't have much time, he hadn't bothered to pare them down to just the relevant-to-them parts, so others could be found in them as well. Ben was just going to post it all, completely unfiltered, and screw sorting out who should see what. He didn't care who bitched about it either. There was the short video they'd all been sent when his dad and Claire had finally gotten engaged. Dad and Claire both looked happy in it, a stark contrast to the woman on the boards who Lilah was calling one of her girls. These were the people Ben remembered and the memories he had to cling to right now, because thinking about both Claires out there hurting people and no way to know if his dad was okay or also out there hurting people had left him in tears in the corner of his room. It was weak and embarrassing, but he hadn't been able to stop the feeling of the sky falling in again after he'd been working so hard to keep it propped up just a little while longer, until he found them. The was another short video, that one of the pumpkin carving stuff that had happened during the time the future people had been here, one that had captured a number of attendees. The important part for Ben was the close-up he'd gotten of younger Claire before she'd pushed the camera away. She hadn't seemed like she'd really wanted to be there, but he'd gotten her to at least smile, so that had been his success. Right now, that success felt hollow with her typed words ringing in his ears in a voice his imagination had made far scarier than it likely really was. And then there were copies of pictures from various holidays, from Christmases to birthday parties to normal downtime. Again, others were featured, but all the better. He wanted them all to see. Even if the denials continued, even if people treated him like some baby, even if it didn't work right away, he wasn't going to give up. If someone truly wanted to quiet the truth, these truths that everyone else were so afraid of but Ben would continued to embrace for as long as it took for this to work, they'd have to kill him first. |