kane lewis ⎠ christopher carrion (wickedstrange) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-11-18 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | kane lewis, tristan lewis |
Who: Tristan and Kane Lewis
What: Chance reunions.
Where: Outside their parents' house in Nebraska
When: Evening, November 18th, 2010
Warnings: Kane may be powerless, but he's still Kane. Anything and everything goes.
Kane didn't know where he was going until he got there. It had been years since that had happened to him. So many years, so many hours. Without Carrion, he felt lost again, broken, useless, a junkie with an unbreakable habit. Again. Carrion's magic was a drug of a whole new calibre; without it, he was just as pathetic as he used to be, just as desperate. His whole body hurt, and his mind hurt worst of all. He barely lasted two hours before he found a dealer in Chicago and slit his throat. Then, everything was a haze, the euphoria dull and familiar, but it still wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. He was so eager and out of practice that he almost overdosed that first night. Again. He didn't, for Amelia's sake. And for his own. His brother wasn't here to rescue him, not anymore.
Then he wandered. For how long, he didn't know. Time meant nothing anymore, and the midnights were mockeries of what they used to be. He didn't realize he was in Nebraska until he found himself standing in front of his parents' house. It seemed smaller. Brighter, like a beacon of light in the darkness. Dad must've painted. Mom always liked a cheery house.
Suddenly, Kane felt nauseous. He all but collapsed in the middle of the street, coming down on his knees hard before sprawling out on his back. He watched the stars. They seemed blurry. "Why are you here?" he whispered to himself. "Why are you still here?"