The sound of his last words echoed back at him. The walls which he’d so utterly failed to bump into sounded very, very close indeed.
“Karrie?” he said into the darkness. There was no answer. “Karrie Anne? Baby?”
He said the words. He did not shout. He could barely manage to speak out loud at all, to raise his voice above a strangled whisper. Why? Just as some people cannot help talking to themselves when they are alone, some people are utterly unable to speak to an empty room, and Nick was one of them.
He knew it now… he could not deny it. He had left her lying on the floor of the garage while he stumbled about in a place that was clearly as “Employees Only” as a place could be. He was a fool… a damned fool. And Karen… the bitch would never let him live this down.
Somehow, it would be his fault.
Somehow…
Somehow, that didn’t matter. His Karrie Anne, the little baby girl he’d once held in his arms, was gone, and no so-called witch with a magic string could change that.
He stumbled forward anyway, only for his hand to run almost immediately into the cold, rough surface of a wall. He followed it one direction, and then the other, and found it joined with another only a few yards in either direction. He was at the dead end of a corridor.
He began to reel the thread in, wrapping it around his hand so that it was taut enough to easily follow in the darkness, and began to make his way back. He’d only turned one corner when lights came on ahead of him, and he saw the door, and beyond that, the garage.
Obviously, he’d been stumbling around in circles in the dark for a while.
Obviously, he’d been confused… confused and desperate enough to imagine he was hearing Karrie’s voice, to be swept up in the madness of a brain-damaged, green-haired girl.
Obviously.
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stupid Nick – typical ‘normal’
he needs a smack
Idiot
oh no! she can’t have died because of him saying that! That would be so sad!
son of a bitch….
Well, as much as it seems that he is the things other people have called him. We have to understand that he is in over his head. That this stuff is all strange to him and that he can’t see past his own world to figure out what is going on.
While it’s true that he’s in over his head, he should still know better. He was (well, is, but he doesn’t seem all that connected anymore) tribe! And he knew that witches could help him, though he forgot/didn’t know that they were called witches. At any rate, he should have had the requisite background to figure out what he just did. He might be denying the thought because he doesn’t want to shoulder the blame.
Boo.
oh noes!!! what has he done?!?!?!?!
I used to go by Erin, but I noticed there was another on here… Anyway, I think it’s not so much that he didn’t know they were called witches, but that he didn’t want to have to admit that that’s what they are, and that such an illogical thing like magic exists. Which is really stupid, because Woe’s brand of magic is perfectly logical.
So close.. one moment of anger and all is lost. So go so many things in life.(sigh)
Well, I guess now we know how he ends up wanting to kill Woe. What a shame; for a moment it seemed like he was going to succeed, too.
Honestly I can’t blame the guy.
When a girl shows that much stupidity I want to yell all of that too. IMO she deserved every word. Father or not that is exactly what someone should have told her.
*headdesk*
this whole situation is very Orpheus and Eurydice. i love classical references, they make me feel like my classical civilizations gcse wasn’t pointless.