Eleventh PSI
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a_gentle_boy[This was the the task entrusted to him. And come hell or high water, he would do it. The man hadn't specified what exactly 'something' was, but Lucas figured that being roasted to a crisp qualified. It wasn't too hard to guess what had happened. The Netherlands and America had invited Jane Smith into the pharmacy on some pretense. They'd confronted her. And some how or another, the pharmacy had burnt to the ground, all three of them killed.
He'd wiped away his tears and set to work, returning home and making 10, 20, 50, nearly 100 copies of both sides of the note by hand. It had taken him nearly two hours. Placing a note into each mailbox took even longer and by the time he'd gotten back to his house, he was exhausted. But that was alright. Being so tired . . . It meant he could hardly think about what had happened And that meant he wouldn't just crumple up and cry. There was no time for that. Now . . . Now he had to complete the task that Mr. Netherlands had asked of him. He would be strong. He would believe that tomorrow morning, both of them would be back in their beds just like Margot had been.
He ate dinner, thinking over what he was going to say in his head, then waited another half hour before picking up the phone. He, of course, filtered it away from all the drones. And when he speaks, his voice is quiet and calm, but almost completely toneless.]
This is Lucas, the boy who lives on 846 Goldberg.
I have something important to say. By now, everyone should know that the pharmacy burned down this morning with three people inside -- there were three bodies. I'm here to tell you that it's almost certain they were Mr. Netherlands, Mr. America, and Miss Jane Smith.
[pause]
Mr. Netherlands found something in Westport that he'd kept to himself the last few weeks. I didn't see it until today. But because of what the note said, I guess it seemed like a good idea to talk to Jane Smith and find out what she knew. So he did. In the case that something happened, I was asked to distribute this note to as many people as I could. Please check your mailboxes. It should be clear what I mean once you read it.
. . . This is the reason they died. Remember that. I don't know how the building burned, but I'm certain of it. This is why they died . . .
If there are any questions you think I can answer, you are welcome call me back in about ten minutes. Thank you.
[Click. Lucas stares at the phone silently for a long time after he's hung up, his breaths short and ragged. Finally, he lets himself go and allows the tears to come pouring down his face.]
EDIT:
There's a witness who saw Officer Grady do it. Set it on fire, I mean. . . . Um. That's it.
He'd wiped away his tears and set to work, returning home and making 10, 20, 50, nearly 100 copies of both sides of the note by hand. It had taken him nearly two hours. Placing a note into each mailbox took even longer and by the time he'd gotten back to his house, he was exhausted. But that was alright. Being so tired . . . It meant he could hardly think about what had happened And that meant he wouldn't just crumple up and cry. There was no time for that. Now . . . Now he had to complete the task that Mr. Netherlands had asked of him. He would be strong. He would believe that tomorrow morning, both of them would be back in their beds just like Margot had been.
He ate dinner, thinking over what he was going to say in his head, then waited another half hour before picking up the phone. He, of course, filtered it away from all the drones. And when he speaks, his voice is quiet and calm, but almost completely toneless.]
This is Lucas, the boy who lives on 846 Goldberg.
I have something important to say. By now, everyone should know that the pharmacy burned down this morning with three people inside -- there were three bodies. I'm here to tell you that it's almost certain they were Mr. Netherlands, Mr. America, and Miss Jane Smith.
[pause]
Mr. Netherlands found something in Westport that he'd kept to himself the last few weeks. I didn't see it until today. But because of what the note said, I guess it seemed like a good idea to talk to Jane Smith and find out what she knew. So he did. In the case that something happened, I was asked to distribute this note to as many people as I could. Please check your mailboxes. It should be clear what I mean once you read it.
. . . This is the reason they died. Remember that. I don't know how the building burned, but I'm certain of it. This is why they died . . .
If there are any questions you think I can answer, you are welcome call me back in about ten minutes. Thank you.
[Click. Lucas stares at the phone silently for a long time after he's hung up, his breaths short and ragged. Finally, he lets himself go and allows the tears to come pouring down his face.]
EDIT:
There's a witness who saw Officer Grady do it. Set it on fire, I mean. . . . Um. That's it.
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Date: 2010-05-30 03:38 am (UTC)[He's holding the letter as he speaks, eying it dully and wondering if he should change his opinion on drones... before deciding it doesn't particularly matter, since it's not like he cares enough to bring Laura back.]
So many replies I feel so accomplished
Date: 2010-05-30 03:52 am (UTC)[A few people had said so, as if they knew what it felt like personally. Lucas was sure it was terrible, but why would anyone really want to say something like that out loud? And what is he supposed to say? In the end, he settles for being polite.]
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You should! :3c
Date: 2010-05-30 03:57 am (UTC)Thank you for the letters.
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Um. If that's all . . .
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Date: 2010-06-01 12:47 am (UTC)I don't know. I guess there's no point worrying that they're dead, but I'm still going to. And there's still so much we don't know and so little we can do and it's just . . . They're dead. That's not . . . That's not right.
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Date: 2010-05-30 10:19 pm (UTC)Remember, my little friend - they will come back. It would be far better if they hadn't died in the first place, certainly, but better to treat it as a temporary setback than to let grief overwhelm you.
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Date: 2010-05-31 12:32 am (UTC)Thanks. I . . . I know. I know they'll come back . . .
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Date: 2010-05-31 01:15 am (UTC)Try to cheer up then, yes? The reason people grieve so at death is because of the finality of it, and because it is usually only done once over each person lost to it. In a place where death has no permanence, and where the same person may die more than once...there is no point in mourning in the same way. You will only end up feeling more pain than you should, and you will have more difficulty functioning.
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Date: 2010-05-31 01:46 am (UTC)Until I see them tomorrow morning, I . . . I have to worry.
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Date: 2010-05-31 01:48 am (UTC)Still, better to hope for the best than brood over the worst, yes?
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Date: 2010-06-01 12:45 am (UTC)[He does not add, "I know you're right, but I can't help but worry anyway", which, he supposes, the man knows, anyway.]