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[shiningtorrance-moved]

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Dan knew something was wrong. Even without his slowly-fading Shine he knew.  Slowly but surely he noticed a heaviness surrounding Bill; he chalked it up to the normal anxiety and stress every high school kid went through, and he ignored it. However, normal stress didn’t block out everything, and it certainly didn’t make someone look like they suffered from chronic migraines. It wasn’t stress.

He knew, but he did what his mom did and just didn’t say anything. The question of are you drinking? remained unasked.

Azzie all but sprinted out of hospice guest Ellen Channing’s room when Dan arrived, leaving both of them with raised eyebrows. He assured her that the cat most likely found a rat to chase or something along those lines; he knew it had something to do with Bill, but he wasn’t about to say that out loud. Instead, he went on with business as usual but mimicked Azzie’s hurried exit to their attic apartment. The door was open, with no cat in sight.

Dear God in heaven please let that be Bill forgetting to close the door and they’re inside please let that be it I’m begging you

He closed the door behind him, not wanting to acknowledge the scene in front of him.

On the couch sat Bill.

Drunk.

Dan took a breath and sat next to him, trying to ignore the several half-empty bottles on the table. He didn’t say anything. He’d let Bill initiate.

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It was the shakey step back that catches his attention----he had come to the quarry to be alone, to. . .reflect, as strange of a concept that had been, Patrick had done it often, he just never encountered anyone while do so. . .but today, Bill had wandered off path and into him. A cigarette is tucked between his index and middle finger---just STARING at the other. If it hadn’t been for Henry, Patrick would of already been grinding the others face into tree bark right now. . .but the loss of his brother---Georgie he thinks it was, apparently hit a chord with Henry. . .or perhaps it was Butch who hit Henry, Patrick wasn’t sure. . .but he decides to only be nasty to the child, a mercy.

“----Ho ho holy shit." He still doesn’t take a step, “If it aint little Billy.” He’d take a hit of the cigarette, the smoke escaping his nostrils, “Ya know, my horoscope in the paper said I was gonna see an old friend, imagine it being you.” He chuckles, head shaking slightly as he ashes the cigarette, “You have an option here---I wanna know about what happened or I’m gonna hurt ya REAL bad.” Now he takes a step, his torso bent over slightly, “Did they find a body? Or is he missin’ too----Is it YOUR fault? C-Come on B-B-Billy spit it out.”

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“So, I’ve been studying the blade—”

[bowersrich]

“Y-Y-You’re brave, B-B-Bill.” That smile on Peter’s face isn’t interpretable-- the one he wears when he’s genuinely happy and the one he wears when he’s being c r u e l are one in the same. But Peter Gordon has never been one to be cruel without reason-- to be cruel without Henry being around. “That bravery might get you killed one day, kid.”

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[eatrude]

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“ YOU’RE GRIEVING.  For the life that was taken from you. “ 

[fangedpeace-a]

Dropping   from   the   night   sky,   wings   falling   into   his   back   and   his   skin   losing   all of   that   of   a   bats   fur   coat.   Vlad   had   been   flying   through   the   night   sky,   trying   to find   a   scent   on   the   rogue   vampires   testing   his   patience.   The   ceasefire   hadn’t existed   for   quite   a   while,   having   lost   all   control   of   it   the   moment   he   lost   it   in himself.   Vampires   had   been   pushing   every   boundary   they   could.   Killing   innocents and   feeding   like   their   immortality   hadn’t   existed. It   was   carnage,   chaos   and   they didn’t   listen   to   him   anymore.   Even   with   all   his   power,   the   fact   that   he   had been   half  -  breather,   only   made   him   one   big   joke. 

Feet   planting   themselves   steadily,   gracefully   onto   the   ground,   Vlad   moved   over   to the   fence   of   an   old   home.   It   was   decrepit   enough   to   be   a   nest   of   ferals.   But something   felt  ...  off.   It   had   been   ever   since   he’d   arrived   in   that   town.   He   was evil,   vampires   were   evil.   But   the   Chosen   One   could   feel   something   so   much  more   foul   crawling   underneath   his   skin. 

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    It wasn’t uncommon for the kids to roam the neighborhoods alone on bikes or with friends. The community itself was always welcoming for them to explore and venture. Encouraging them to have a sense of adventure and keep active. Some folks even let them come and go as they please, some were kind enough to make sure they were fed and cared for. 

   Loretta was one of those individuals. She knew most of the children’s names as well as their parents, so she could ring them up when a problem starts.  (She remembered even those who came from neighborhoods far out.) With each and everyone of them looking out for each other, they would make the world a safe place for the innocent. 

    Pressing the screen door open, she stepped onto the stone porch. Witnessing a boy on his bike. He seemed to have stopped for a moment. Within her hands happened to be a tray holding three glasses of lemonade. Smiling wildly she raised her voice, in hopes to gain the child’s attention.

 “ Care for a glass?

          It’s lemonade. ”

[scouscr]

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“What do I look like to you? The bloody clown police?”  Blue hues focus on the stuttering boy with a cold glare, knowing what he was going to be asked well in advance of the words themselves being said aloud. If his accent hadn’t been enough of an indicator that he was from out of town, then his curt manner certainly did.     Derry had surfaced a lot during his recent travels through the states as a place where supernatural events had been occurring with little to no explanation as to why. There was, of course, its glaring problem of disappearing minors to take note of too, but that wasn’t what had enticed the blond mage to visit. He was here on his own mission.     And besides, his track record when it came to saving kids was nothing exemplary.

“I’ve absolutely no idea about this bloke who you claim killed yer brother is. Nor do I wish to start pokin’ around and see what turns up.”