Sam LaCroix (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
necroslacker) wrote2013-05-28 10:48 am
necroslacker) wrote2013-05-28 10:48 am
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somewhere in washington ; tuesday
It'd been nearly five days since Sam had taken off. He'd tried to put as much space between Seattle and himself as he possibly could. If darkness and evil was going to consume him, he wasn't going to be anywhere near people that he loved and that he could hurt. He wasn't going to let that happen.
He'd walked, hitched rides and just generally wandered from place to place. He'd slept on benches and in bus stations and train stations when he found them. He'd used the cash he'd pulled out of an ATM before leaving to eat and drink when needed. He didn't need his credit card to be followed. And he'd worn the bag of herbs his mother had given him to bound him and block him from people like Ashley and Brooke.
He was off the grid and he was headed...somewhere. Sometime between his latest scream inducing nightmare and his morning routine of shaking and coughing, he'd decided he was going to try and raise Douglas Montgomery. He was going to raise that bastard and make him fix this since it was his doing. And if he couldn't do that, he was going to ask Douglas how to deal with it, how to live with it.
Because that was smart. But, he was powerful and he knew it. If Douglas tried anything, he'd send him right back to Hell.
The sun was shielded by clouds and a light rain started to fall. Sam hitched his backpack over his shoulder and headed for a large cemetery somewhere in Washington. He'd get there sometime tomorrow, he figured, and he'd start the ritual.
If it killed him, then everyone was safe. If it didn't, then maybe he'd have answers. He kept walking.
[NFB, NFI]
He'd walked, hitched rides and just generally wandered from place to place. He'd slept on benches and in bus stations and train stations when he found them. He'd used the cash he'd pulled out of an ATM before leaving to eat and drink when needed. He didn't need his credit card to be followed. And he'd worn the bag of herbs his mother had given him to bound him and block him from people like Ashley and Brooke.
He was off the grid and he was headed...somewhere. Sometime between his latest scream inducing nightmare and his morning routine of shaking and coughing, he'd decided he was going to try and raise Douglas Montgomery. He was going to raise that bastard and make him fix this since it was his doing. And if he couldn't do that, he was going to ask Douglas how to deal with it, how to live with it.
Because that was smart. But, he was powerful and he knew it. If Douglas tried anything, he'd send him right back to Hell.
The sun was shielded by clouds and a light rain started to fall. Sam hitched his backpack over his shoulder and headed for a large cemetery somewhere in Washington. He'd get there sometime tomorrow, he figured, and he'd start the ritual.
If it killed him, then everyone was safe. If it didn't, then maybe he'd have answers. He kept walking.
[NFB, NFI]