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

[Liz Oleksyn]

Aurora, Christine, Jack, Mara, Mitsuko
A Gathering of Supernaturals
Temple of the Five Dragons 

> 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?

There is a sudden chasm of silence between them and it
seems as though the mental connection is lost, perhaps
for good.

Jack weighs his options, which are very few-

Say nothing and hope the question is forgotten.  
Lie and maybe the lie will be accepted.  
Tell the truth and run the risk that the answer won’t
be received favorably.

The truth.  The truth is that Jack is keenly aware
that he’s dying.  If the priests at the Temple are as
unwilling to help him as those pissy, chicken-assed
spirits were, then he’s in serious trouble.  He won’t
make it to an ER.  There’s no time left to him.

No time left.

“Ah, well...” Jack finally replies, still there inside
Christine’s mind.  “That’s ... that’s a hard question.
 This body isn’t...”  An overwhelming feeling of fear
and confusion mix with his words, as if each syllable
he’s uttering is like walking a gangplank.  “It’s mine
now.  But... wasn’t always.  It’s fragile... isn’t it?
Confining...vulnerable.  A human body, yes.  But not. 
Not inside. ..”

Christine receives a brief and very odd image.  A
hollowed-out pumpkin, with a strange design carved on
it.  A flame burns within, though there is no candle.

“I’m not sure there are... any words...for what I
am...”

(tag)

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