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undergrounds2017-02-18 05:47 pm
dredefulchilde) wrote in undergrounds2017-02-18 05:47 pm
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And we don't know where we're going and we don't know where we've been (Amnesia plot post)
23 February, Early Morning
He wakes up in the middle of a field - actually, a football pitch in Hounslow, but it seems vast and strange to him. He feels a nagging sense that he's lost something important, but he can't remember what it is. On further thought, he realizes that it's not the only thing he can't remember. He has no idea who he is, where he is, or why he's standing in the cold rain. The only thing he can remember is the feeling of an old ring hanging on a chain against his chest, under his sodden clothes. It's familiar and safe, and he knows that if he removes it something very bad will happen.
So the boy crouches in the mud and puzzles through his odd predicament.
A woman at a bus stop opposite the park is the first to see the small figure in the rain. She approaches the pale child and asks him what he's doing out so early, offering her umbrella, but he doesn't seem to understand her questions, growing increasingly agitated and confused the more she tries to help him. He's obviously lost, and the thinness of his arms and legs concerns her. She calls the police.
That night, the evening news broadcasts a picture of a boy, believed to be between nine and eleven years of age, who has been taken into care by Child Protective Services. They are looking for anyone who may recognize him since he does not seem to recognize himself. It generates a bit of buzz online, but it's hardly a leading news story with everything else going on in the world.
There's a follow-up the next morning, but this time it leads the program: a nurse in the mystery boy's hospital room was found dead late last night, drained of blood, her throat ripped out. The child is nowhere to be found.
[Specific prompts in the comments!]
He wakes up in the middle of a field - actually, a football pitch in Hounslow, but it seems vast and strange to him. He feels a nagging sense that he's lost something important, but he can't remember what it is. On further thought, he realizes that it's not the only thing he can't remember. He has no idea who he is, where he is, or why he's standing in the cold rain. The only thing he can remember is the feeling of an old ring hanging on a chain against his chest, under his sodden clothes. It's familiar and safe, and he knows that if he removes it something very bad will happen.
So the boy crouches in the mud and puzzles through his odd predicament.
A woman at a bus stop opposite the park is the first to see the small figure in the rain. She approaches the pale child and asks him what he's doing out so early, offering her umbrella, but he doesn't seem to understand her questions, growing increasingly agitated and confused the more she tries to help him. He's obviously lost, and the thinness of his arms and legs concerns her. She calls the police.
That night, the evening news broadcasts a picture of a boy, believed to be between nine and eleven years of age, who has been taken into care by Child Protective Services. They are looking for anyone who may recognize him since he does not seem to recognize himself. It generates a bit of buzz online, but it's hardly a leading news story with everything else going on in the world.
There's a follow-up the next morning, but this time it leads the program: a nurse in the mystery boy's hospital room was found dead late last night, drained of blood, her throat ripped out. The child is nowhere to be found.
[Specific prompts in the comments!]
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He's shouting by the end of it, visibly shaken and terrified.
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He's alarmed, but not for himself. Joss could toss him out the window and he'd be fine. But there was his very breakable witch girlfriend to think about, the one currently within distance of Joss' arm-length. His voice was low and urgent as he spoke to her. "Nancy, come over here right now."
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But her eyes are on Cooper. The change in his voice was indicative of trouble brewing, she knew that well enough. But she couldn't leave this poor boy, shaking on her couch. She shakes her head. Nancy presses her lips together, and braces herself, even as she focuses on the child. She knows what will come next, after she speaks. What she fears and believes will come next.
She'll risk it.
"He doesn't remember anything," she urges Cooper, stroking Joss' hair again.
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The panic threatens to crush him. He needs to escape.
Cooper is blocking the doors to the flat, but what if he locks himself in the bedroom? Maybe there's a window in there. He just needs to be fast...
And he is. He's off the couch faster than anyone has any right to be, running for the open bedroom door.
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"Are you alright?" She hasn't been fed on, but Joss still could have hurt her with brute strength alone.
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"Joss!" She calls, hoping to god that's his name.
But before she can get off the couch, Cooper is next to her, on the blanket the boy had been sleeping under. She looks at him, confusion etched across her face.
"I'm fine," she says shortly, trying to keep him from seeing the bright red bruise appearing on her hand. "I have to go after him." She uses the moment to stand. "he's scared!"
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He leans against the door, trying to keep it closed, while he tries to figure out how to get out. The window isn't very big, but neither is he. This was how he got out of the hospital, even though then he was so high up he thought there was no way he'd be able to jump without hurting himself. But he didn't, somehow, and he's not nearly as high as he was then.
He tries to open the window but it's locked and he can't figure out how it's supposed to open.
"No, no no no no no." He needs to get out of here. Cooper scares him. He's not nice at all and he seems to know that he--whoever he is (Joss?)--is capable of doing bad things even if Nancy doesn't quite believe it. He rattles the window and puts his full strength into it.
There's a sound of shattering glass.
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Joss is gone and Cooper knows he's royally screwed up. "Oh shit," is all he can mutter to himself. He's just let a six-hundred year old amnesiac child vampire escape into the city when he was terrified out of his mind. This will not end well.
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"Joss!" she calls after him, knowing that as fast as he'd run, he was far gone now. Still she was at the window sill. She puts her hands on the broken sides of the window, using it to brace herself as she looks out, trying to spot the small boy in her sweats.
"Shit," she swears. "He's gone- bloody fucking hell!" she pushes back from the window, ignoring the sting in her palms. "You scared him off! who knows what he'll find out there now! You best hope the likes of Fagin don't find him now!"