widenedlenses (widenedlenses) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-08-18 03:27:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !monster plot, colin creevey, x-galilea moon |
Who: Lea Moon and Colin Creevey
What: Bringing Lea back to the CC
Where: The bridge
When: Day four
After managing to maneuver Dennis’ body to a safe location, Colin hadn’t really moved. He’d found a spot near Draco, sitting against a wall where all the sick and dead and injured were being kept, staring blankly at his journal. It was filling up quickly with frantic calls for help, people wanting to make sure their family and friends were safe, people calling from help, those who were quickly being over taken by a sickness that no one seemed to be familiar with. His eyes scanned the pages, but they didn’t really absorb what he was reading, his mind completely shut off. He felt broken and detached, like he wasn’t really there at all. Maybe he’d died instead of Dennis.
Then his name appeared, Lea again, dellusional and talking of justice. Her brother was here, she’d said, and she wanted to bring him in. She was sick, others where talking about it, and she was climbing the damn roofs again. He’d watched for what felt like hours, as people tried to reason with her, outright lie to her, in order to get her to safety but Colin knew what he had to do.
Getting out of the community center in all of the chaos was easier than one would expect. And, while he could here the fighting in the distance, the streets were mostly silent, just the sound of his shoes against the dirt. He thought he’d be more afraid to be on the streets, after having seen what they’d done, knowing what they’d taken from him, but instead he felt nothing but a vague pain in his stomach that felt like nausea. There was serenity in that emptiness, a clarity suddenly. Creevey’s were not meant for war, they would always die. He would always die, he was meant to die and he’d gone and let Dennis take his place. For what? It should have been him. It should always be him.
It took him a long time to find Lea, and to be honest, there was a part of him that wasn’t even sure why he’d really done it. She was nothing to him, nothing but a murderer. But she was sick, and god did it look like she needed his help, but why did she deserve it? Why did she get to live and Dennis have to die?
Those thoughts didn’t help anyone though, and Colin kicked himself mentally. He needed to help her, regardless of who she was. This was more about the sort of man that he was, the sort of man his brother would want him to be, the sort of man who helped out those who were too sick to realize they needed it.
“Lea.” Colin whispered a bit frantically, as if a monster would hear them and suddenly materialize. “Lea, come off the bridge, come over here.”