Harry Lockhart used to be great. Now he’s amazing (bad_narrator) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-12-03 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry lockhart |
Who: Harry Lockhart, open to Epiphany Greaves
What: Harry tries to play hero
Where: Just outside the complex
When: Monday early afternoon, December 3rd 2012
Warnings: blood, mild gore, character death
Status: Narrative, complete(?)
When Harry had first shown up in Lawrence, way back in early June, the only thing he’d had aside from the clothes on his back had been the handgun Perry had given him to carry on dangerous jobs. All this time here, he’d never had to use it. Mostly, the weapon rested tucked away in his nightstand. He’d pulled it out briefly, back when Moriarty was still loose. But mostly it stayed in the drawer, out of sight and unspoken of. Now though...
Harry might not have been a great fighter. He might not have had the best Latin skills. But he was not about to sit by and let the monsters destroy the place he’d been calling home for the past 6 months. Several people were already dead or badly injured, and Harry couldn’t bear it if something happened to Epiphany or any of the other friends he’d had. Molly was gone. Kaine was gone. Kim was gone. He was not about to lose anyone else; not without a fight. So when the call to arms had come up on the board, he’d been only too quick to pull out his handgun from its hiding place, scribble down a quick note to let Piffy know where he’d gone to whenever she got back, and head downstairs.
Epiphany and Spike had joined him some time ago, fighting alongside him just outside the front entrance to the complex. When the sun had risen, Spike had been forced to retreat to the shelter of the lobby, but Harry and Epiphany kept fighting on, for what felt like forever. Harry was exhausted to his bones, but he couldn’t stop now. Not with so much at stake.
It wasn’t something he ever thought about really. It just sort of happened, just like all the words that came spilling out whenever he opened his mouth. Like an instinct or something - someone was in trouble, he had to do whatever he could to help them. Back home in L.A., he’s gotten more than a few lectures from Perry on how reckless he was with his own health and safety, how playing hero all the time was going to get him killed. He would have rolled his eyes at his best friend/boss for that, except for the genuine concern lacing his voice as he ranted, the worry creasing his brow. Harry knew it drove Perry and all his other friends completely nuts, but he seriously could not help his need to help.
Really, it shouldn’t have been so surprising that Perry was right all along.
He’d seen the demon coming, black eyes in a too young face - oh god, he had to barely have been more than fifteen - and a there was a glint of light on metal. He didn’t even think - but that was nothing knew, he always acted without thinking... it was what landed him in trouble all the time. He’d grabbed hold of Epiphany, swinging her around so that he was between her and the demon.
Then he’d felt... what felt like a punch in the back, just next to his spine... except then he couldn’t move and couldn’t breath and there was white-hot pain, like a stripe of electricity through his body. Choking and spasming, he could only stare at Epiphany’s face. She looked so shocked, so horrified, and he wanted to help her but he couldn’t move and his voice wasn’t working. Something pulled away from his back... pulled out of his back, and he dropped to his knees.
He couldn’t breathe, something was wrong with his chest, something was choking him... oh god he was drowning, drowning and there wasn’t even any water, just pain and something fluid and metallic bubbling up the back of his throat and spilling out his mouth. He couldn’t hear anything, even though Piffy’s face was all twisted up and her mouth open like she was screaming. Then she and the rest of the world turned sideways... except no, he could feel rocks and gravel digging into his cheek, so it must have been him that turned sideways. His vision turned blurry, like a camera lens going out of focus, until everything turned white and the pain, along with everything else, drifted away...