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wk_100's "Air" challenge. Although this stands on its own, it chronologically follows after Diversion by a few months, and is part of a longer (but largely unwritten) story.
Characters: Schuldig
Rating/Type: R
Series: Post-Glühen
Breakpoint
Khartoum is filled with the maimed, the traumatised, the starving; Death not a light breath but a gale, squalling down every street of unremitting human misery. Schuldig drowns and drowns; curls up on his hotel-bed and cries. Like he hasn't for years, like his fucking heart is breaking and he can't stand it, he just wants it all to stop.
He drifts in apathetic slumber until the third day. After rousing to wipe the response team's memories he follows them down through the charnel-house and out of the quarantine zone, then disappears into the city like all the other Deaths.
wk_100's "Air" challenge. Although this stands on its own, it chronologically follows after Diversion by a few months, and is part of a longer (but largely unwritten) story. Characters: Schuldig
Rating/Type: R
Series: Post-Glühen
Breakpoint
Khartoum is filled with the maimed, the traumatised, the starving; Death not a light breath but a gale, squalling down every street of unremitting human misery. Schuldig drowns and drowns; curls up on his hotel-bed and cries. Like he hasn't for years, like his fucking heart is breaking and he can't stand it, he just wants it all to stop.
He drifts in apathetic slumber until the third day. After rousing to wipe the response team's memories he follows them down through the charnel-house and out of the quarantine zone, then disappears into the city like all the other Deaths.