Deborah threw the
glasses to the ground with a short cry. Her eyes were completely
filled with tears, her face scrunched up in horror, and her body
shaking. The fire had long ago died down to a mere glow, but even
that was enough for her to see L’lorne staring at her.
“I take you don't
approve,” she said with no emotion whatsoever.
“Stay away from me,”
Deborah screamed as she scrambled to her feet. Without looking back
again, she burst away from the campsite into a panicked run. She
couldn't see due to the lack of moon, the darkness surrounded her
from every direction, but she no longer cared, she only ran, tears
streaming down her cheeks.
In the darkness, she
missed the rock, and hit it with the side of her foot, tumbling to
the ground. She made a sharp cry of pain, and curled up not so much
in pain of the body but in pain of the heart.
L’lorne was a
monster. That was all that kept echoing in Deborah's mind as she
laid there crying. A horrible, horrible monster. Six billion
people? And that was just on her own Earth, how many had she killed
on other worlds? What about here?
The drunk. Deborah
found herself remembering the drunk that had led to her meeting
L’lorne. He had left a dent in the bricks of that wall, hadn't he?
Yet he was breathing? Impossible! L’lorne must have done
something to him, but how? Maybe it was how Ritch 'arrd had
invigorated her on the top of that giant rock, and made it look like
he was alive.
Deborah shuddered at
the thought of L’lorne doing that same kind of thing to her.
That's how she had kept up with the fast moving L’lorne for so
long. Maybe not the last day, she hadn't even felt L’lorne's
influence, but now she knew that it was possible, she could only cry
harder. What else had she done to her since they had met?
The people in the
CDPC. The ones that looked unconscious. They had been dead, hadn't
they? Probably cut to ribbons by that axe of L’lorne's. Then she
made it so Deborah would only see what she wanted her to see. No
wonder the soldiers at the farm looked so worried about L’lorne,
and why the fired with little problem. But why hadn't she killed
them?
She had. The newspaper had a headline about an exploding military vehicle the day before, Deborah remembered seeing it but not thinking about it. Yes, somehow L’lorne had caused the truck to explode, a bomb she planted during her little challenge, somehow.
At the Asylum, there
had been all those ambulances leaving nice and slow, their lights
flashing but their sirens silent. How many people died there from
her “diversion?” Deborah didn't want to even think about it.
Yet she did, and the
tears poured down her cheeks. She had been following a monster,
idolizing a monster. Only a few hours ago she wanted to be just like
L’lorne, strong, smart, confident. Now she wanted nothing to do
with her, and it hurt so much. Not just because L’lorne had broken
her heart though, that would have been bad enough.
No, it just confirmed
the most horrible thing Deborah could think of. Her mother was dead,
her one hero turned out to be something terrible, her home was gone,
her friends were hundreds of miles away, her father a myth in her
mind.
Deborah was alone for
the first time in her life. Completely and totally alone. This
caused even more tears from her straining tear ducts to spill, and
she clutched at her gut in despair.
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Questions
1. What kind of person is Lcorn L'lorne? What does she look like (in your mind)?
2. What kind of person is the Deborah Ignigus? What does she look like (in your mind)?
3. Does the setting seem fitting? Would you like to know more?
4. Does it seem right that only now does Deborah catch on to what L'lorne has been doing the entire time?
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