Mac Frazier Finding his "gift" from Lucifer Tuesday afternoon, September 24, 2013; His room in Adam's apartment PG-13 (mentions of death, kind of?)/Complete
Mac wasn't sure what to make of everything going on lately. It was kind of crazy. Lucifer handing out gifts to people just to mess with them. Was it really necessary when he was kind of already giving them a big fuck you by being well on his way to ending humanity? All the storms and newly re-activated volcanoes weren't enough for him? Would anything ever be enough for him? Yeah, sure, Mac thought as he walked into his room at Adam's apartment, when we're all dead and gone.
He kind of missed home. Things were still insane there, and he was still newly acquainted with this incredibly dangerous part of himself, but at least he had been in the process of learning to understand the things of that world. This one, it seemed, was even more complicated and convoluted that his own. And Mac missed the familiarity of it all. He missed his parents and his brother and his now dead girlfriend. He still had nightmares about that night after leaving the dance with Meg. If they had just stayed, none of it would have ever happened. She'd still be alive. He wouldn't be this barely controlled monster. But it didn't matter now. There was no changing what had happened, no going back.
He sighed and dropped down onto the bed, laying back against the pillows. There was a rustling sound from behind his head and he sat up and turned to look at the source of the noise. An envelope. Weird, he didn't remember Adam mentioning anything. He picked it up and opened it, pulling out a piece of paper. But not just any piece of paper. Not a letter or a note. No, it was a death certificate. With his name, his birthday and... the day that he'd been at Adam's. A frown creased his forehead as he stared at it. That wasn't even possible, was it? It was clearly one of those lovely little "gifts" from Lucifer, but what was the point? It wasn't as if it were predicting a death to come. It was saying it had already passed. He could feel his chest tightening, was that fear? Anxiety? gripping him like a vice. Was it real? He didn't know and he didn't even know what to do about it.