[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Jennie Teakle]

Mitsuko, Jack, Mara, Aurora, Christine
Avatar, Enigma, Vampire & Mages

Temple of the Five Dragons


> As Christine squeezes his bandaged hand, Jack winces,
> and the mage feels a warm dampness pressing against
> her fingers. The wound on the back of his hand has
> begun to bleed anew.
>

Christine feels the blood seep between her fingers. Like a pact, she  
thinks. A handshake in blood.


> "'S'okay...they're afraid of me...s'okay. They're
> not... stupid." Another flash of pain floods through
> Jack and is transformed into a violent white flash of
> light in his mind - a sudden pulse that he
> inadvertently shares with Christine. "Shit...sorry.
> Sorry."
>

Jack's pain rips through Christine's head, a towering white wave. It  
cuts her breath and makes her heart stutter. Panicking, she almost  
drops the mental link but the fact of Jack's hand slick with blood   
clasped in her own, steadies Christine so that she doesn't wipe out.   
Fortunately, it's over fast. "I'm okay," Christine mutters but even  
to herself, her mental tone sounds shaken.



> "Look...don't count on them to help. They won't mess
> with... things like me. Too dark...and this flesh is
> too...foreign. It isn't... really me. And they...know
> it."ÿ
>
> Jack manages to squeeze Christine's hand. It's only a
> hint of pressure, but it's there.
>
> "Please don't...be afraid of me."
>

"Why would I be afraid, Jack?" Christine doesn't realise that she has  
also said this out loud. "What are you, exactly, if not . . . "

You are human, right? Christine thinks of Mara fleetingly. Or were once?




Ignorance is Tag



		
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