Sandy Jameson (hearseverything) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-06-08 12:35:00 |
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The moment his body started crumbling, rotting in front of Clementine Garraway’s eyes, Sandy had known something wasn’t right. The panicked thoughts she picked up from the Agent responsible, the horror in her mind told Sandy something wasn’t right. It started with a twisting feeling in her stomach, a pull somewhere in the depth of her chest. She’d been talking to Scotty- he’d wanted to meet up for food so they were planning on where to meet - when his voice faltered. He didn’t know what was happening, and Sandy didn’t either, but as his thoughts raced and jumbled, twisted, Sandy felt a crawling sense of alarm. Alarm that spread through her like a wildfire, a dumping of his thoughts at the speed of light that she needed to sort through later before there was nothing. It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to process anything more than Scotty is dead before the pain hit. Her chest felt tight, feeling the psychic signature that she was linked to intimately, and had been for years, being ripped from her mind was like having a part of her mind viciously yanked away. She clutched at her head, staggered into her room from where she’d been in the bathroom. She felt like a white-hot knife had sliced through her brain, throwing her thoughts into disarray. She managed to shut the door, her vision whiting out at the pain as it wracked her skull, shattering her concentration. Through the link she held with her family, a small fraction of the pain that Sandy was feeling bled through to them, along with the knowledge - not a message, just the absolute knowledge - that Scotty was dead. Not how, or why, just that he was no longer alive. The pain was intense, two or three minutes of an intense, vision-temporarily-whiting out, migraine that then immediately faded out leaving nothing but a lingering ache as Sandy’s knees gave out and she fainted. For those that were not part of her immediate family group, but were also linked to her, a very flair of intense pain - a momentary stab to the brain - overwhelmed them before it, too, faded, leaving behind the knowledge that there had been a death in the facility. |