tampered | (no subject)

When; 01/10/13
Rating; (coming soon)
Characters; Charlie and her husband, Merlin
Summary; Charlie's dad is back in the City. Sort of. It's a ghoul and they decide to herd it to the stadium.
Log;

Charlie'd taken to sitting in the living, ducked below one of the windows as she watched the device. This was nothing but pure chaos. Her friends were being hurt in more ways than she liked to think about. Emotions were being screwed with, people were being injured. She didn't like it. So she kept her eyes on things from the safety of her house, fingers flexing occasionally with the need to just burn one of the things outside.

But she couldn't. They multiplied each time. She'd already dealt with seeing and beheading several copies of Captain Hollister and while it hadn't been emotionally trying (What did she care he was an asshole who tried to get her killed and kept her from her father no good son of a---) it had been physically exhausting trying to keep that fire back.

And occasionally on the device, she was sure she saw the craggy, scarred face of someone else. A man with an eyepatch that dug into his rotting skin but then he'd disappear. So Charlie just set her device down, nudging it away with her foot and standing slightly to peek outside.

What she saw filled her with cold dread, an icy feeling settling over every part of her and freeze her in her tracks.

When she could move, she stood and ran barefoot through the house, wordlessly searching for her husband. She was ghost pale when she found him, obviously shaken and slightly sickened by what she saw.

"One of those things looks like my dad. He's outside, staring at the house." Even saying it, she was convinced it wasn't a thing and was really him so she didn't say it easily. It came out stuttered and shaky.

"What do we do?"

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It had been a trying time in every way, really. Merlin hadn't faced anything too scarring yet, but there had been a few familiar faces, such as Gilli and Alator of Catha, and he was getting more and more tired. Not just mentally, but physically too; he didn't really remember a time when he had slept this little for such a long time. And he was worried about handling these things when he was so utterly exhausted.

Still, neither could he just stay inside and do nothing, either. It was just beginning to seem so... hopeless, and he really wished he had Excalibur here. But even then, he doubted that would work, when Excalibur had never let them down.

He just didn't know.

He was standing in the kitchen with a wash cloth in his hand - as if cleaning was on anyone's mind right now, but he had to occupy himself with something (not that he was actually doing it - when Charlie found him. Immediately, his focus was turned from staring out the window to her before he even realised how she looked. It was just something about the way she stepped, the very air about her, and a moment later he had dropped the cloth and grabbed onto her upper arms.

Oh... Her dad. They had both been fairly lucky, both of them, really, but... Shit. He nodded as he racked his mind for an idea, just to show he heard her, and licked his lips. Okay. She wasn't going to burn him and... honestly, he didn't think he could do that to her either.

So.

"We'll take him to the stadium."