kane lewis ⎠ mister dark (misterdark) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-02-18 16:12:00 |
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Who: Kane Lewis (plus one very special NPC.)
What: The third and final stage.
Where: What’s left of Boston, MA.
When: Forward-dated to around 7 PM, Saturday, February 18th, 2012.
Warnings: Extreme creepiness. Extreme.
Surprisingly, the city wasn’t silent. On the contrary, it was still screaming, pleading, weeping – but to no avail. Boston was beyond help now, beyond saving. The buildings were shells; the streets, rubble. The death toll was... insurmountable, and soon, very soon, the world would know exactly who to blame.
Kane Lewis smiled, drinking in the chaos. He allowed himself a moment or two to do so. There was no hurry, after all, and no shortage to the fear and chaos running rampant in the shattered city. His part in the plan could keep, and the night – this night of nights, one that would truly live in infamy – ahh, it was still young. Still ripe. Once he was finished, the ruins of Boston would never know peace. No one would.
Lazily, as though he were just pausing during a stroll in the park, Kane leaned against one of the few trees left in Boston. It was in a graveyard, conveniently enough, and it burned, of course, but he paid it no mind, focusing instead on a small figure in the distance, hazy in the smoke but undoubtedly coming in his direction. It stumbled once, and Kane patiently popped something white and pearly into his mouth. Around him, toothless skulls littered the ground. Kane crunched.
He heard the girl before he saw her clearly. She was crying, breathless, fear-choked sobs, lost and alone and oh, so scared. If he believed in a higher authority than himself, he might have considered her a gift from God. Today, it seemed, was the day for mixing business with pleasure. He watched with wolfish eyes as she tried to run and only succeeded in tripping over a loose brick. “Mo–mommy!” she shrieked.
“Mommy’s not here right now, Jenny,” Kane murmured soothingly, by her side in an instant, appearing like smoke. He put one hand on her back and another on her elbow, gently guiding her upright. She gasped but let him, too shocked and too trusting to do otherwise. He went down on his knee, let go of her, and gave her his best, fakest smile. “But I can take you to her, if you do me a little favor first.”
She sniffled and rubbed her eye with a dirty hand. “You know where Mommy is?”
“I do,” he reassured her, brushing her mussed hair back almost paternally. “She’s not far, I promise. Just around that corner, in fact, looking for you, just like you’re looking for her. Isn’t that nice?” He smiled again, but this time his eyes weren’t in it. They were cold, dark, and she shuddered, but he didn’t let go of her. Instead, both hands went to her temples, and her expression suddenly went slack.
“When you find her,” Kane whispered, “touch her. Then touch everyone you see. Say, ‘tag, you’re it,’ just like at school. Because all of this, it’s a game, isn’t it? A game of terror, and we'll win it together. This is your new playground, Jenny, and everyone's going to play. All you have to do is start the game for me. You can do that, can't you?”
He let go of her suddenly and stood up. Dazed, she reached up and touched his elbow. “Tag,” she whimpered. “You’re it.”
Kane smiled indulgently. “Very good. Now. Run away, little girl – and don’t forget. Be very, very...” He touched her forehead with one finger and pushed. She fell back on the ground. He grinned, all teeth. “Afraid.”
Her screams echoed in the hollow streets long after she was out of sight. Kane disappeared in the shadows. His work here was done.