Loki (Dogma) (idoblieveinthis) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2008-06-21 01:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki |
Who: Loki, Drew, a cab driver and Alma. Self log.
Where: A cab in New York, Alma's room.
When: Late this evening.
Warnings: Death, near death, some gore and scary-ness.
Stepping quietly from his mother's door he leaned in at her request for one last kiss, smiling softly when she smiled at him, nodding at her request to call soon. Going down the familiar hall to the elevator he got in and rode it down to the ground floor, walking out the front door to the street, hailing out the fatal cab.
Getting in, he gave the driver the address to his and the twins' building, sighing tiredly as he settled back into the seat to relax. He had his phone off, he really wanted to smoke. But more than anything else he wanted to be home. His eyes started to grow heavy and he fought to keep them open as best as he could.
"I wouldn't go to sleep there, buddy."
Opening them past a nod he stared at Loki, perched on the seat in the back with him. A sigh, a stretch. "Wadda you want?"
Loki just shrugged, looking out the window. "Don't worry about that right now ,right now, we're just sharing a cab."
Drew nodded, oddly at ease with him now. He yawned. "They're ok."
"I know they are."
Another nod, as long as it was understood, all was well. Loki seemed more distant than he had been, and intent on the signs they were passing as they rode along. "So where're you going?"
"Not far."
Drew rolled his eyes and sat up straight. "You know, the cryptic is annoying, to be frank. I've had a really bad few days and if you're jsut going to give me shit, I. . ."
"No, no, no." Shaking his head Loki sighed, patting Drew's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Drew. You. .seem like you used to be a really nice kid."
"Uh," Rubbing the spot, staring at him suspiciously, Drew nodded. "Thanks."
Loki nodded in response and the car slowed to a hault at an intersection. He sighed deeply. "This wont hurt at all."
Drew's head snapped over to look at him, and he was gone. Screeching tired brought his attention to the front of the car as the large SUV swung around and slammed into it, running it backwards down the street and finally slamming the back harshly into a telephone pole.
The car, was effectively smashed, and when medics arrived some minutes later, the driver was already cold, and the billionair in the back seat was thrashing, barely recognizable, a bloody mess. They pried him out to hurry him off to the nearest hospital.
Loki watched from his usual perch in Alma and Mark's room as they slept, invisible, silent to them, eating an apple happily, or at least trying to pretend to be happy. The moment he felt Drew start to fade, Alma's eyes snapped open and she sat up in the bed, looking panicked, grabbing the phone to try his cell phone number.
With a tip of the baseball cap he was wearing in her direction, he excused himself, and simply disappeared.