Friday, November 20, 2009
Casualties of War
12:28 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
King’s Row, compared to Talos Island, was easier to find people. It was especially easy when the person hadn’t moved from his apartment in 30 years.
Morgan Thomas, in the guise of Sable’s nova form, lit on the roof of 146 Oak Street in the Gish neighborhood. He changed forms, and took a place near the door to the roof that would lead down to the fourth floor.
He searched the minds of the people in the building, gently touching upon their surface thoughts, getting a sense of them. He found the one he was looking for, George Whitney.
Morgan went a little deeper, and not only saw the cancer from George’s point of view, but also from within his body. George had a strong will, just like his son, and with the chemo was battling the cancer as best he could.
Morgan debated within himself again. Killing what he could consider an innocent went against his principles. George Sweeney had done nothing to him, except bring Jack into the world and raise him with his values. But the death of Jack’s father would cause a hurtful blow to Jack. And that was the whole purpose.
He nodded, and began: What do you have to live for, George?
He received images of Jack, and Raina, and other members of Jack’s family. Morgan commanded, You have nothing to live for. The images vanished. Immediately he was washed over with a deep depression. Morgan pressed the emotion with his empathic powers. You will die a horrible, painful death and no one will care. You will be racked with cancer everywhere, and there is nothing you can do. Nothing. Give up now, old man.
Morgan retreated, before he got swallowed up by the depression George was creating. The cancer was held back almost by the force of his will. Now it had free reign.
Morgan bent his head and shifted back to nova, letting Sable take control.
Morgan Thomas, in the guise of Sable’s nova form, lit on the roof of 146 Oak Street in the Gish neighborhood. He changed forms, and took a place near the door to the roof that would lead down to the fourth floor.
He searched the minds of the people in the building, gently touching upon their surface thoughts, getting a sense of them. He found the one he was looking for, George Whitney.
Morgan went a little deeper, and not only saw the cancer from George’s point of view, but also from within his body. George had a strong will, just like his son, and with the chemo was battling the cancer as best he could.
Morgan debated within himself again. Killing what he could consider an innocent went against his principles. George Sweeney had done nothing to him, except bring Jack into the world and raise him with his values. But the death of Jack’s father would cause a hurtful blow to Jack. And that was the whole purpose.
He nodded, and began: What do you have to live for, George?
He received images of Jack, and Raina, and other members of Jack’s family. Morgan commanded, You have nothing to live for. The images vanished. Immediately he was washed over with a deep depression. Morgan pressed the emotion with his empathic powers. You will die a horrible, painful death and no one will care. You will be racked with cancer everywhere, and there is nothing you can do. Nothing. Give up now, old man.
Morgan retreated, before he got swallowed up by the depression George was creating. The cancer was held back almost by the force of his will. Now it had free reign.
Morgan bent his head and shifted back to nova, letting Sable take control.
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