Friday June 29th, 1924: The Journey
In reply to trahernwithglasses (msg # 311):
"Mister! You're finally talking to me again!" says the little girl her face splitting into a beaming smile. Her hair was pulled back in an intricate braid keeping it clear of her crystal blue eyes. The simple dress she wore hung lank from her frail shoulders. In one hand she held a tattered stuffed rabbit that dragged on the ground as she walked.
The sudden pounding in his head made Clarke stumble (4 sanity damage). Grasping the handrail for balance he could feel his chest heaving for breath. His pulse was racing. It felt as if a boulder was sitting on his chest. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself but he felt his throat seize. His vision began to swim before the world turned black...
BBBBBOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!
Normally the resounding crack of lightening so close would have made Clarke jump but he barely heard it over her screams. The impromptu shelter he had made did little to keep the torrent of rain out and they were both soaked to the bone. She screamed again. Clarke felt as if he was trying to put a broken egg back together. He had trained for many things in his life. He could pick off a man with a rifle at 100 yards. He could mix and administer a poison that could never be traced. But he knew jack shit about delivering a baby. Thankfully she was a strong capable women. He had always loved that about her. While he could see on her face the pain that racked her, he could also see the determination there too. A helpless bystander, Clarke watched as the baby began to crown.
"Get.... Ready.... Clarke!" she hissed between clenched teeth.
He watched in amazement as a new life came into the world, into his hands. He clutched his daughter to his chest, forever ruining his shirt, although that was the last of his concerns. A soft whisper drew his attention back to her.
"You need to protect our daughter Clarke," she said breathlessly. Childbirth had left her looking exhausted yet radiant. He remembered the first time they had met back in.... The memory was fuzzy, almost as if looking at two pictures transposed over each other. Before he could wonder more his attention was brought back to her.
"You know what you need to do love," she said softly. She slowly lifted her hand. She was holding out a pistol.
"You have to kill Zoe...."
WHUMP.... WHUMP.... WHUMP.... WHUP....
As suddenly as it started it was gone and Clarke found himself back in the engine room. Zoe and Lara were both looking at him with concern, their hands unconsciously reaching out.
"Hey Mister!"
The voice made Clarke jump.
"You're acting awfully funny Mister. Don't you want to see what Lepus and I found?"
Raising the stuffed rabbit she lifts its arm to point at a nearby electrical enclosure.
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:46, Fri 20 Dec 2019.