a_gentle_boy: (Attack)
[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.

Eighth PSI

Apr. 19th, 2010 11:14 pm
a_gentle_boy: (Mesmerized)
Hi, everyone.

Um.  I guess this is kind of a silly thing to mention, but I'd like to say that what I got back the other day was my PSI.  I think most people think of it as magic . . . But it's a bit different.  Anyway, most of the PSI I know is used for defense and healing.  So if anyone is ever hurt or anything, please let me know.  I'm sure a lot of other people here know healing magic, too, but I'll be glad to fix you up as well as I can, which is, well.  Pretty good, actually.  I can heal mostly anything . . . As long as you're not actually dead, Lifeup will do the trick.  Oh.  I can't turn people back from stone either.  Which actually happens more often than you'd think it would.

I was thinking about finding a job at the hospital . . . But I don't think they take kids.

Anyway, thanks for your time.

EDIT:
[Lucas's PSI skills are put to the test.  Unfortunately, the poor guy was dead before he could do anything at all.]

 AH!  Mr. Captain . . . He -- I think he's dead.  W-What should I do?  When will he come back?! . . . . . How could something like this have happened already?

Fourth PSI

Feb. 21st, 2010 10:05 pm
a_gentle_boy: (Tender)
[Because it's not enough to have just one yard covered in sunflowers,  Lucas has planted the magical sunflower that a certain sunflower youkai was kind enough to offer him.  This begs the question of why there are so many sunflower enthusiasts in Mayfield.  This has also left 846 Goldberg Street covered with massive flowers sprouting from every corner, covering up every square inch of the yard, and threatening to encroach into the neighbor's territory.  Luckily, there are no fences in this yard to cover up this dazzling display of nature's beauty.  Although it might be hard to make out through the sea of yellow, there is a blonde head of hair floating throughout the newly grown sunflower field.

Lucas once again has tears flowing down his face, but they are accompanied now by beaming smiles.]

I was stupid to think you would've left me now . . . Thank you.

Third PSI

Feb. 18th, 2010 11:40 pm
a_gentle_boy: (Nostalgic)
Porky said that he was barred from all other worlds and timelines until he ended up in the Nowhere Islands.  Somehow, I must've gotten through.  I wonder why?  Maybe . . .  Maybe this world needs saving, too.  Maybe we're all here for a reason.  But I . . . I'm really tired.  I'm really tired of having to fight . . . I thought everything would finally get back to normal.  The way they were before Porky came and changed everything.  But I guess.  I guess things won't ever get back to the way they were before.  Even if I do get back home.  And until then, I'll be stuck here.  . . . Alone.

Mom . . . Mom, are you still with me?  Even in this place?  And Claus . . . I saw you.  It looked like you.  It looked like so much like you.  For a moment, I was so happy . . . If you were still alive, I . . . I-It doesn't matter.  It wasn't really you, anyway.  Just another fake.

But you're happy now.  Right, Claus?  You're with Mom.  So . . . Are you with me, too?  B-But I shouldn't be so selfish.  You've finally got a chance to rest.  Please rest, Claus.  I hope . . . I really hope you're happy, wherever you are.  Brother . . .

. . . . . . .

I won't cry.  For the sake of everyone in Tazmily . . . I had to become strong.  And I . . . I won't give up now just because of this.  I know everyone back home is waiting for me . . . So I've got to be strong.  B-Because I promised myself . . . I wouldn't cry again . . . . .

*sniff*

[Lucas is outside in the park, talking to a sunflower.  Feel free to eavesdrop on anything he says, although he thinks he's alone.  Feel free to also catch him after his monologue, still holding on to the sunflower.  He'll be crying really, really hard.]

Profile

a_gentle_boy: (Default)
Lucas

May 2019

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
1920212223 2425
262728293031 

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 2nd, 2025 03:32 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios