Thread: Puck burns down the library Who: Puck, Ian, and Jadyn (also OPEN to more) When: Saturday, February 18, afternoon Where: Lima Public Library Warnings: Random citizen death, language What: Puck was just looking for a place to be quiet for a few damn minutes. He didn't mean for things to go so wrong.
Puck managed to get Sarah to the hospital okay, and once she was admitted (second degree burns to her legs and one arm, and a little smoke inhalation), he picked up his Nana from the old folks home and brought her there to sign all the papers, because now that Ruth was dead, Nana was Sarah's legal guardian.
It still hadn't sunk in yet. Puck's ma was dead.
Gone.
Ashes.
He'd fucking cremated his own mother while she was standing right in front of him.
Sometime after lunch the next day, while Sarah was asleep because of her pain meds, Nana pet Puck's head and then pressed her keys into his hand. "Why don't you go back to my apartment, Noh-noh? Get cleaned up, maybe sleep a little?"
"Sleep?" Puck scoffed. "In the old folks' home?"
"It's a retirement community, Noah," she corrected, and Puck hated how much weariness and grief he could see in the wrinkles around her eyes. "And yes, go get some rest. I think I still have some of Joseph's clothes in the big closet, if you..." She looked at him and he knew she was thinking both that he looked a wreck and that all his clothes, except for whatever was left in his gym locker, were destroyed.
His skin was fine. He'd run in and out of that fire, trying to put it out, and his clothes were singed to shit, but his skin was fine.
Nodding, Puck took the keys and left, hoping that maybe when Sarah woke up, she wouldn't remember that he was the one who'd killed their mother and put her in the hospital. He couldn't stand the betrayed looks anymore.
After he'd taken a shower and put on his grandfather's clothes, which were a little tight in the shoulders, but fit okay, Puck thought about sleeping, but he kept seeing flames and that stupid pile of ashes around his mother's watch.
So he wandered.
Puck wandered around town until he got too cold without a real jacket and ducked into the public library. It was a little too quiet in there, though. A little too much room to let his thoughts run free and notice a set of books that were Sarah's favorite (or had been six months ago) and then he felt guilty all over again.
The whole table of books went up in flames all of a sudden. A lady screamed.
"Good going, Puck," he said to himself, frowning at the fire and trying to make it go out, only to fan it into jumping over to a shelf full of books.
Why had he ever thought going into a library was a good idea? Noah Puckerman didn't belong in a library. Especially not when he was a human incendiary bomb, just waiting for the wrong thing to set him off.
He couldn't have been setting this many fires before he lost his memory, could he? They would have locked him up, right? So, that meant he had to be able to control it somehow, but every attempt he made to put out the fire only made it worse.
Giving it up as a lost cause, Puck hurried through the building, looking to make sure there was no one left. He couldn't have another life on his conscience. He couldn't.