egodeath (egodeath) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-19 20:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ether, shrooms |
Who: Shrooms and Ether
What: Cracking the bottle.
Where: Bellevue Hospital Center
When: April 19th
Warnings: Drugs, possible violence
He had taken two of Mari's guards - he'd told, not asked - but he left them in the car. But Tracer had a purpose now, a reason to focus, and he had been doing nothing but eating shrooms for the last three days so that he could fast on Mari's birthday. It gave him too much energy to hold in one body, too much connectedness to keep quiet. He thought he felt her even from the car - and he wouldn't need the guns.
He made his way into the lobby, into security. His mind was a could of color and openness, and he pushed that out onto them. The mortal mind was so easy to penetrate, and sometimes he forgot because he liked to commune with them - never forced himself. This was too different, too easy, and they were helpless when he walked past them. Every doctor, every nurse who stepped in to stop him was the same. He left behind him a jumble of words, a fear of closed in spaces. Mari had him feeling as if the world would spin out from under his feet at any moment, and he let them have that. Let them have the black mold, the dehydration of no water for dirt, the cancer of too much space in the cold universe and the prison-like confines of their mortal bodies.
They deserved it. They stood between him and his sister.