Jokull Niemi (justlikefather) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-08 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-26, linnea |
Painting a dead man's face
Who: Jokull and Linnea
Where: Niemi household
When: Pre-dawn
Warning: ...it's Jokull and Linnea and he's a ghost, it's going to be disturbing. You know this.
Death just wasn't what it used to be anymore.
Or rather, what Jokull had been expecting in those last flashes of his life when he had felt everything flowing out into darkness. He'd expected to sink into nothingness and never be again, or maybe go to that hell that the religious prats were always carrying on about. Oh he had been angry, beyond angry, at the knowledge that he was dying because that wife of his had called a hit out on him with one of his own contacts. What a betrayal. Not that he'd expected much else out of her. She was a woman who'd been cheating since she'd learned that she could get away with it with nothing more than a beating. Why not find a way to have him killed? He wasn't approving or anything but still, he had a lot of time to think about it now. He had a lot of time to think about a lot of things. Like why he'd never had Kajsa disowned when it was clearer than day that she wasn't his. Valterri either. That was harder to stomach, the loss of a son, so Jokull shrugged it off.
Not that it mattered anymore seeing as how he was a ghost but it could still bother him. Wasn't like he had anything to do except float around the house... because he couldn't seem to leave the house. Though he'd feel a faint tug in various directions whenever he realized that Linnea was gone. Now he'd studied ghosts very little but he did have a suspicion that he was bound to the place, maybe directly to her. And I don't want to be. He'd also decided that perhaps this was his second chance for, well, revenge. She'd killed him and so why shouldn't he have the chance to do the same? If he could figure out how killing someone as an insubstantial being even worked.
Poltergeist. Somewhere, he'd heard that word somewhere. Angry ghosts who haunted houses, made things move. Huh, maybe he could do that. He had the time. Glancing around the room he was in - his old study, perfect - he focused all of his energy on a glass that someone had left in there. Explode... explode... Time passed, he was sure, but it did not affect him and eventually there was the shattering sound of millions of shards of glass exploding outwards, the water splashing very little as it spread out on the desk.
Could cut her with glass. How long had even passed since he had died? All he judged it by was the knowledge of a party for his 'birthday', the arrival of Kajsa and Leif... odd things like that. Ah well, not long enough that Linnea had left or passed on her own so it was clearly something he needed to take care of. Leif wouldn't do it, probably didn't even know his mother was at fault. Boy could be a little short-sighted.