Death Notice
Noelle stretched as she woke up alone in her apartment in Talos, windows open to the winter's chill that felt like a summer breeze to a girl raised at the North Pole. Things had been busy lately -- not necessarily more so than usual, just a constant rush of keeping things together, juggling a number of balls in the air at once. But it was a good busy. A happy busy.
She yawned as she padded across the living room to the bathroom to shower, thinking of Christmas gifts she needed to buy and send up to her parents, and of holiday plans with Kid. She didn't know how he'd feel about it -- it might be a little too weird -- but she'd heard the Christmas light display at Graceland was a sight to see. She wondered what Kid would think about going there to check it out, to show it to her. She'd have to talk to him about it when she saw him later.
After a shower, she dressed in her comfiest jeans and a tank top and set a kettle to boil while she stepped barefoot out into the hallway for the paper. Leaning over the counter, she paged through it, looking for sale coupons or news of her friends' latest exploits. Her eye was caught by a picture, and an article below.
"No." She shook her head. "No, no, no, no, no."
The tea kettle whistled stridently, its piercing sound ignored by Noelle. She ran back into her room and grabbed the comm that lay on her nightstand, sending out a message on their private channel. "Kid? Oh god, Kid, pick up. Pick up. What happened? Where are you? Kid? Kid!"
There was no answer, and the room around Noelle got colder, ice creeping across the floor, frost climbing up the open balcony doors. She stared unseeing at her wall. It couldn't be. They couldn't... no one could kill Kid... could they?
She glanced down at the crumbled newspaper in her fist, and read the article again, then picked up her comm once more. Her voice was devoid of any of her usual vigor as she sent a brief message to a friend.
"Puck. It's Noelle. The paper said Kid is..." A quickly stiffled sob escaped her before she continued. "I'm going to at the morgue in Skyway."
A second later, her apartment was empty. The December wind rushed in the open doors, and the tea kettle continued to boil.
She yawned as she padded across the living room to the bathroom to shower, thinking of Christmas gifts she needed to buy and send up to her parents, and of holiday plans with Kid. She didn't know how he'd feel about it -- it might be a little too weird -- but she'd heard the Christmas light display at Graceland was a sight to see. She wondered what Kid would think about going there to check it out, to show it to her. She'd have to talk to him about it when she saw him later.
After a shower, she dressed in her comfiest jeans and a tank top and set a kettle to boil while she stepped barefoot out into the hallway for the paper. Leaning over the counter, she paged through it, looking for sale coupons or news of her friends' latest exploits. Her eye was caught by a picture, and an article below.
"No." She shook her head. "No, no, no, no, no."
The tea kettle whistled stridently, its piercing sound ignored by Noelle. She ran back into her room and grabbed the comm that lay on her nightstand, sending out a message on their private channel. "Kid? Oh god, Kid, pick up. Pick up. What happened? Where are you? Kid? Kid!"
There was no answer, and the room around Noelle got colder, ice creeping across the floor, frost climbing up the open balcony doors. She stared unseeing at her wall. It couldn't be. They couldn't... no one could kill Kid... could they?
She glanced down at the crumbled newspaper in her fist, and read the article again, then picked up her comm once more. Her voice was devoid of any of her usual vigor as she sent a brief message to a friend.
"Puck. It's Noelle. The paper said Kid is..." A quickly stiffled sob escaped her before she continued. "I'm going to at the morgue in Skyway."
A second later, her apartment was empty. The December wind rushed in the open doors, and the tea kettle continued to boil.
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