Crossing a Line | Will

[claire]

Flashes, images... This place had something to do with this Will person, and whatever reason he brought these confusing images into her mind. It would be a most appropriate place for their next encounter. She could hardly wait to see how far she could push him before he snapped, whether it was his self-control or his sanity fragmenting. In either case, she would have the pleasure of seeing him fall from grace. Of course, in a neighborhood this populated, it wasn't surprising that her black and red uniform attracted attention. All the better, since it put more pressure on the boy's mind. He would come here, and when he did, she would have a message for him.

Dearest Blaze,

Here, at the site of your greatest failure, and most tragic mistake, I hope you'll come to understand how truly fragile a mind can be. Give it too much pressure, and it will snap like a twig. What happened when your mind snapped?

Virage

The note was stuck in the door of the abandoned house where the library records said that he had once lived. His memories of this place had been particularly strong and numerous, as she'd ascertained when they first met, but they were also probably still hidden from his conscious mind. Perhaps his sub-conscious was trying to protect him from the horrors he could find there? Even now, the psychic imprints on the building were very dark and macabre. The wood was still stained darker than the surrounding area, and she could guess by the aura around it that it was blood that had stained it.

Taking a last look, she left the neighborhood, erasing the recent memories of anyone who had seen her. He would have no clues, other than the one that she had written into her note. From his memories, there was an alleyway where he had nearly killed that cute little girlfriend of his when his mind was still broken.

[William Talbot]

The bread crumbs had shown up again.


The sense that something was wrong had haunted Will all day, until, while Violet was off at the Safehouse, and Robin on patrol, he "snuck" (sort of) out of the Tower and started roaming the streets, or roof tops rather, until he found himself on the east side, wandering by the small old lake area, into the neighborhood of Blue Lake Hills, an area that seemed nice enough, and oddly familiar, despite him having no true memories of ever being here.


Well, that was only half true, he wasn't sure of it, but he just didn't know if he'd ever been... Here... Before...

A brick house painted a soft beige color with dark red trim struck him as, odd, and almost comforting, as if there was someone who lived there that he felt strongly for but...

THERE! The school! He could remember that! He could remember grade school well, or at least mostly, and that was his old school, his home room teacher had been, Miss Welling, a nice lady who didn't seem very old, nor, as Will tried to remember, very young either.


Hiding a smile, Will walked on until something made him stop and stare at a house, a simple, brown house with dark green trim around the door and windows, which where either boarded or taped over, the house empty, and a for-sale sign in the yard, which had seen better days, sat there, looking like an old friend who looks awful and yet, just how you remembered them, all at once...


Before he knew what was going on, Will was hopping the side fence and walking through the back yard to the back door, which was canted open slightly, carelessly, almost invitingly...


Tentatively pushing it open, Will blinked as he saw a slender golden white haired woman stirring a pot of steaming meat and vegetables, her back to him as she hummed a hauntingly simple tune, only five notes, but... Otherworldly in its meter, pattern, and inflection, as if it was a tune from mother nature itself, like the song of a bird, simple in make up, yet endless in it's wanderings...


Will felt his nose twitch slightly as he stepped up the three wooden steps into the kitchen and looked at her, the shapely slender and slightly tall woman shifted slightly, the strange shape of her back undefined until she brushed her radiant locks to the side and the arch of a perfectly folded, feathery white wing appeared, the feathers the same, golden white color as her hair...


"Oh Will! You're in time for dinner! Destiny made cornbread, and your father cooked some of the leftover beef and that chicken we got yesterday, I mixed in some of your favorite vegetables with the meat, and cooked it all slow, see?" she looked over her shoulder at him, her royal blue eyes shimmering with joy as she smiled at him, and he nodded slowly to her, his senses numb but for the sight and sound of her, and the scent of food...


Will looked to her and then stood there, unsure what to do next, until she waved him over; "Oh come here you silly boy, try some!"

She turned and Will recoiled almost all the way out the door at the sight of her, her throat was slashed totally open, blood covering her otherwise pleasantly formed front, an apron and yellow sundress caked in a bright red that oozed and shined dully.
"Oh Will, stop that, here, try it... Try it Will... Don't be late... Olivia will come when she's ready..." She held a ladle filled with bones and rotting flesh, dark red blood spilled from the rim as she held it our for him to taste, Will slowly backing for the door as the unholy ghost of his dead mother beckoned to him, her cooking meal of gore suddenly boiling over and laughing darkly, as his mothers eyes faded away to nothing, but empty black sockets that wept dark bloody tears as she called to him; "Will, please, stop that... Don't be late... We'll miss you at dinner... Don't be late, stop that please will... Please Will... Please Will... Please Will..."


"Mom..." Will whispered softly as the vision faded and the memories slowly started to crash in on him, a single voice screaming in his mind as he stopped his retreat and the outline of the note paper became clear to him...



"AVENGE US WILLIAM!"

Three voices as one, shrieking to him from beyond the grave, and yet... One of them was hollow, not from death, but from absence

Will closed his eyes as the memories slowly beat down upon him, and he cried softly, unable to even read the note for the first few minuets...



And when he at last did, he blasted a hole through the ceiling and roof of his childhood home as he flew straight up into the air and then began his angry search for this Virage, his childhood now a lost and distant memory...