shiroi_tiger | 29 Chimera Court, Friday Afternoon

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29 Chimera Court, Friday Afternoon

Nathan sighed as he looked out his living room window, a cup of tea in hand. It semed like a nice enough day out, but every now and again... things seemed to creep by, between the house and the beach. He had no idea what the hell they were, but they were likely trouble. And, as much as he wanted to ignore that much...

He'd had enough experience with the island's particular idea of trouble to know that he should at least do a sweep outside to make certain nobody was being attacked by giant slugs in the street or something.

It took him a few minutes, but he gathered both his sword and his pistol, and made his way outside. He could pick off a few of the slugs already, without leaving his front step.

"Well, that's not a great sign, is it?"

It was going to be one of those days.

[OOC: Open for anybody who might catch Nathan in his yard! Warning: Character Death in the comments.]

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"By... stopping it from happening?"

Look, Mina, Nathan trusted you. Even after all this time, he trusted you.

"We've stopped the end of the world together before."

But there was something in her expression that was breaking his heart, and he wanted to rip that pain away, to make this better, somehow.

She seemed so lost.

"By making it happen now," Mina said. He was a dead man, it didn't hurt the plan to tell it to the dead. The dead couldn't tell anyone or stop anything. They were dead.

"Mercy killing, really. To save a patient who can't be made better."

She looked at him, the emptiness of her memory clawing at her mind.

"Mercy killing."

Nathan's voice was flat, then. Tired.

So, so damn tired.

"To save it from what, Wilhelmina?"

It wasn't her. Or if it was, she was so fundamentally different that he hardly recognized her anymore. Her face was hers. Her voice was hers. But her words...

It had better damn well be worse than Triffids, Mina.

"I can't remember you," she said, not entirely deflecting. "It makes you forget, until you can't remember that you had anything to lose. You lose yourself, and then when you've lost everything, you become something worse. Beasts and monsters, far more grotesque than... than..." She couldn't even remember the name of the man she'd fought alongside for so long, the doctor who transformed into a hulking creature. But he'd died to the Tripods, not to the disaster that was coming.

"I can't remember you," she said, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. "I killed you and it haunts me and I don't know why."

She could feel an anger boiling up inside her.

Nathan's breath caught at that. His eyes widened a little, and his hand fell back to his side.

It makes you forget.

But even that wasn't worth the end of the world. Wasn't worth destroying everything that had been fought for, fought so hard for...

"Mina," he said, his voice gentler still as he reached again for her hand. "Mina, I'm here. I'm right here. And I don't see any monsters."

Well. There were slugs. But those didn't sound like what she was talking about.

"You're not looking hard enough, then," Mina said, snarling momentarily as her fangs bared, but her expression faded quickly as her anger couldn't bring her to harm him. Her heart remembered now, even if her mind could not, but it couldn't fill the emptiness inside her.

"Who are you?" she whispered, allowing her hand to be taken. "Why were you so important? Why?"

He didn't pull his hand back at that snarl. Didn't so much as flinch. He couldn't bring himself to. And for the life of him, he didn't know how to answer that question.

Words didn't matter. She'd told him that, once. And it was one of the last things that had gone through his mind before he'd seen her one last time, himself. When she'd all but asked him to come with her. When he hadn't.

He'd regretted for years, not going with her. Had regretted it and hadn't, because if there had been a life with Wilhelmina, there wouldn't have been a life with Taka. And now he was here, and he had neither. He had a stack of letters that he kept trying to send home, and now this. This ghost of a woman that had touched his heart.

Words didn't matter. It was proving what it was that you'd meant to say. And she wanted to know why he was so important. So he did all he could think to do. He leaned forward to kiss her.

It had been years since anything remotely of this nature had happened to Mina, and the initial thrill quickly turned to nothingness in her mind as they kissed. Her heart could only remember so much, it seemed. Inside, her emotions were a gnawing pit that could only go unfulfilled, and out of that pit now sprang the deepest sadness and regret. She kissed him back, but began to cry anew. This didn't explain anything, this didn't make anything better.

She pulled her head back. "You can't let me kill you again," she said in a hushed tone.

"I don't intend to let anybody kill me," Nathan murmured back. "Not even you."

God, his heart ached. He did remember her, more vividly now than he had in years. And all it served was to break his heart, watching her cry, unable to do anything to soothe her pain.

"What you came to do," he said, softly. "Destroy everything? It's against everything you ever were. Don't do this, Wilhelmina. Please."

"It's the only way to forget your face," Mina said, staring at him through her tear-filled eyes. "It's the only way to forget the parts it won't let me lose. Everything will crumble and then it will all be fine."

She smiled, though there was no happiness in it. "Unless you stop me. I don't even know why I want you to stop me. I can feel it in my chest, but I can't think it in my head. I don't like this conflict, so you can either end me, or I can end you. It's the only way."

That...

That was not what Nathan wanted to hear.

"Nothing is going to crumble," he said, though there was a sharper edge in his voice, now. "Wilhelmina, I don't want to fight you."

That didn't mean he wouldn't. Not if he was pushed.

"Then you'll fall like everyone else," Mina said, taking a step back. She stared at her hands for a moment, then back up at him. "Surely you must have been something more than this. Or are you empty inside as well, now?"

Nathan's brow furrowed, a frown on his face that he could only hope hid the way it felt as though his heart was cleaving in two in his chest.

"I have too much to live for to be empty," he replied. "There's too much worth saving in the world for me to allow you to end it. Too much life."

Life in every breath. He pulled in a slow, steady breath of his own, to keep his composure. His hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword.

"Please, Mina. Don't do this."

Don't make him do this.

"Then strike true," she said, baring her fangs and snarling. "Because I don't know why, but I loved you and I will destroy the world to be rid of what happened."

"I'm not worth the world," Nathan said, and so help him, a note of pleading was making its way into his voice. His grip was firm on the hilt of his sword, and he took a half-step back, not quite into a ready stance, but near enough that he could slip into one if needed.

He couldn't just kill her because she claimed to know how to end the world.

"What you're feeling... what you can't remember... isn't worth destroying everything. There is no pain worth that. The Wilhelmina I knew wasn't so selfish."

She was done talking. Every word he said brought up emotions she was already wanting to be rid of, and she'd given him his chance.

She growled and lunged forward, ready to drain him dry a second time.

That lunge was like nothing Nathan had ever seen, was proof positive that Wilhelmina wasn't there anymore. Not entirely.

The Wilhelmina he'd loved had wept when she'd drawn his blood. Had been terrified that she'd hurt him, that he'd fear her and turn away.

She growled and lunged, and he sidestepped, not as quickly as he could have, years ago, but quickly enough. His sword was drawn and swung all in one deft motion, blade swiftly moving for her neck.

He didn't turn to see if he'd hit his mark.

He didn't want to look.

He just sank to his knees, and pulled in another breath.

And behind him, there was not a thunk of a body or any sound at all. Just a cloud of dust that scattered into breeze, leaving almost no trace of what had just transpired.

If anybody had asked Nathan, he'd tell them that he'd long forgotten how to cry. What could there possibly be in the world that was worth his tears? He'd seen hell, dealt more than his fair share of it into the lives of people who had deserved so much better. Crying was self-indulgent, was selfish, when a man stopped to do so with as much blood on his conscience as him.

But he stayed outside in his yard, most certainly not crying, for a good twenty minutes. Long enough for the slugs to return, to take an interest in him. And only when he had to get up to fend them off did he pull himself to his feet again.

And when he went back into the house, sword in hand, dripping in the ichor from the creatures that had been attacking, he went for the whiskey before he went to clean himself off.

He could be self-indulgent tonight.

Only tonight.

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