Thread: Puck goes ballistic Who: Puck and Rachel (Jacob and Deb and anyone else Jewish also welcome) When: Early morning, Saturday Jan 20 Where: The Jewish Community Center Warnings: Language, mention of miscarriage, sacrilege, poor understanding of Judaism on Ptera's part What: Puck can't handle the truth.
On Thursday, when Olivia had her accident, Puck left the hospital. He left her, just like the douche - the Lima loser - he was and ran away. He ran away from everything and accidentally melted his phone when he thought about calling his ma and telling her that not only had he knocked up another girl, but that she'd lost the baby.
Olivia had lost the baby.
She was probably crying nonstop and there he was in the dump, like human garbage, keeping himself warm by starting fires whenever he thought anything more substantial than, damn, I'm cold. Needless to say, he started a lot of fires.
Late Friday night, Puck finally felt like his power was exhausted enough that he could venture hiking back into town. Only once he got there, he didn't know what to do with himself. If he went home, his ma would just ask a bunch of stupid questions about where he'd been and why he'd missed school. If he went to the hospital, Olivia would probably be asleep. Or pissed at him for leaving, which to tell the truth, she totally had a right to be.
So, it being Saturday morning, Puck went to temple. It was about four hours before the early services, but the side door was always easy to get open, even when the rabbi remembered to lock it.
Inside, Puck picked a pew and just laid down on it like his nana never let him do when he was ten years old and tired from having to sleep, alone, on his nana's couch because there was no one at home. He stared up at the ceiling and tried not to think, but instead asked out loud, "Why, you son of a bitch? Why couldn't I just have this? Why do you have to take everyone away from me?"
The prayer book at his feet went up in flames.
"Shit."
Putting out the fire with a thought, Puck felt like he wasn't welcome in temple anymore. His mere presence caused the holy scriptures to go up in flame. (Never mind that his mere presence caused all his ma's Chinese take-out menus to go up in flames earlier that week. They were just so damn flammable.)
"Fine, then!" he snarled at the lectern. "I never needed you, anyway! You're just an old geezer who no one believes in anymore and fuck you!" With that, Puck stomped out through the front doors and out onto the street, turning around to give the finger to the whole damn building. He was just so ... angry.
It happened before he gave it a conscious thought. The entire Jewish Community Center next to the synagogue went up in flames. Puck tried to stop it. He tried to draw the heat of those flames back into himself, but it wasn't working.
Why wasn't it working?
The thought that he hoped no one was inside at four in the morning crossed his mind, so in a panic, Puck ran up to the door of the center and pulled. The thing came off its melted hinges. As he ran around inside, looking for anyone who might have been sleeping in the building, Puck tried again and again to stop the fire like he had so many times before.
Starting the fire must have taken the last of his power.
Fuck.
In the end, Puck managed to save Sarah's paper mache dreidle, along with a few others, and this painting of Noah's Ark that he'd always sort of loved looking at. That was it. Everything else went down in smoke and ash. One of his pant legs had a giant burn-hole in it and his sleeves were pretty bad too, but at least he was convinced that he hadn't accidentally killed someone.
Instead, he sat on the curb in front of the building and watched it burn, angry sirens closing in.
He managed to convince the firefighters that he hadn't started the fire, he'd simply been walking home after a night out and saw the flames. He was pretty sure showing them his sister's art project helped sell his story.
As more and more people started showing up for morning services and finding out what had happened, Puck just stood to the side and watched, not wanting to go home unless someone made him.