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Uncontrollable Telekinesis man, that poor man. When folks see him they run just as fast as they can.

CHARACTERS: Some kid from Silent Hill and... hell, all our Looper bros.
LOCATION: Ship halls, Tuesday 'night'.
WARNINGS: Violence, blood, injury. Usual stuff. Tsk, tsk, Cid.
SUMMARY: Don't have a misunderstanding with the Rainmaker kid.
NOTES: The prequel to this post, in which Alex is McFucked-Up.

Alex had a lot to avoid, lately, and therefore a lot more reason to 'do his job' when it came to security; it wasn't exactly the most difficult occupation for him aboard the ship: patrol the halls, make sure nobody was getting themselves maimed, A+ on the report card. Of course, even with all his pacing, he can't just throw out the fact that he's trying to walk away from his problems. His friends--er... family. Guess there's no denying it, they're all family. How else could they all get so pissy with each other so fast?

Sometimes though... He wonders if that's the right thing. Finding family in a place like this.

Maybe--it's a mistake. One that'll haunt him sooner or later. He's already lost one family, even if it was excessively broken. Now he's losing friends, soon it'll be the rest of 'em... it's a scary thought. One he thinks of in the privacy of the empty, dimmed corridors.

Just do your job, Shepherd. Don't pry too deep into the MVA that is your mind.

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Cid's getting frustrated. At least he's with Sara and is currently learning how to spell and read properly but it's still hard. Even saying some of the words out. He's smart, of course--way too smart--but he doesn't realize it and more often than not spends more time focusing on what he could be learning.

At the very least Sara and Cid are out in the corridors--they have space to do things, in case Cid gets upset. He's not upset, not yet, but he's staring at the communicator that works as a learning tool. And frowning.

A lot.

"I don't wanna do this anymore," He announces. Crosses his arms in a bit of a pout.

"Sometimes we gotta do things we don't want to do," Sara comments calmly. "I know you can do this one, monkey. Just make the sound like you learned, right? The P and the H together make..."

Where there's Cid or Sara, Joe's usually not too far away. It's not that he's still protecting them, necessarily, so much as he's sticking to what he knows in a largely unfamiliar place. They're his only link to home, so he's damn well going to keep them close. Right now, however, he's keeping some distance, letting them do their lessons without distracting Cid with his presence.

And so, for now, Joe is just around a corner, minding his own business. Pocket watch in hand, he takes a quick glance at it before closing it and stuffing it back in his pocket. It's been a while since they started, so he considers making his way back to them.

Hm.

Maybe one more minute.

Alex lingers for much longer than a minute; he'd rather hang out in the halls just a while longer. To be honest, as much as he likes to hide out in his room... the people here've made him grow more and more accustomed to 'fresh air'. Or at least as fresh as it can really get, in a big metal ship on a trip to nowhere.

He hear's footsteps, and immediately he considers that it's just some passing stranger (maybe even not a stranger). But then when he moves to continue with his business, he remembers Chase—and remembers how Murphy almost continued the trend. This person wouldn't go further out than this, right? If he just... walked away?

...

Dammit. Well, if anything goes down, at least he has his handgun, safety on, slid into his belt. He really needs to get himself a holster from the SEC gunnery room, if there's one lying around.

He stops at the corner.

"Someone there?" he speaks up. He'd rather not go around the corner and accidentally get shot because someone could very well be on edge out here.

[ Cid's angry.He's angry and he's tired and he just wants to be done with this and this ship and everything else. ]

I don't wanna be here. [ straight and point blank. ] I wanna go home.

[ because reading is dumb, and everything is dumb, and he wants his own bed and his own place and he doesn't want to do stuff like plant in the oxygen garden because he wants to go home. ] I don't wanna do this anymore I want to go home! [ He's standing up now, tired and stressed and glaring at Sara. ]

"Cid..." She looks at him warily as he stands, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise. "Cid, honey, calm down. I know you wanna go home. If I could, I'd take us back home right now. But you gotta calm down. Okay?"

NO! [ He's done. He's done with everything and all he wants is a nice cry and maybe a nap, maybe some sleep but he's too angry to even think about closing his eyes.

He stomps out, because he knows what will happen. How it works, even if, if you're very still, you can feel an odd wind in the air. So he's done, he's down the hall, he's running as fast as his legs can carry him.

That's when he runs into them. Joe, and the stranger. ]

Joe's thinking the same thing, about guns and edgy people. He doesn't make any sudden movements around the corner, just in case whoever's calling out to him is armed and feeling particularly jumpy.

"Yeah." A pause. "I'm coming around the corner." Just gonna announce it, just in case. And so Joe walks, slowly, around the corner, holding his hands out to show he's not armed, not a danger. It's a simple gesture-- one that can unfortunately be mistaken by someone passing by as the actions of a man at the wrong end of a stick-up. And who happens to be passing by but Cid?

The kid looks angry. Joe wonders where his mom is, if anything happened to her, and he's just about to say something to that effect...

Alex makes a grave mistake--essentially, he puts his hand on the gun in his belt. Never gets as far as that, never has to. He turns to look at Cid with a furrowed brow, confused; what's he doing out here? Is he wandering out by himself again? He goes to drop his hands, goes to say the boy's name; just the first letter, a soft sound never completed --

Cid gasps and brings his hands up and out in front of him as he takes it in--storming off, angry, he comes face to face with a man. Not a man, but one reaching for something a five year old has seen far too many times: a gun.

And then Joe. Joe, his hands up, cautious, careful, and Cid doesn't quite gasp so much as opens his mouth, terrified. He takes a few steps back, stumbling, and then trips on his feet in his hurry to find Sara. Bashes his head against the hard floor and when he looks up he still sees Alex and his gun and all he can think is the word no.

So he screams. No sound comes out until there's a screeching high pitched noise, like metal on metal and it happens. Things began to rise, coming out of pockets, floating to the top--Cid's communicator is one of them, as Cid is the only thing that remains grounded. He's still staring at Alex but not quite staring at him. He's staring at his gun.

The gun floats up as well, removed from Alex's hand but something else happens--something bad. Cid has begun to unconsciously apply pressure to Alex's organs as he floats by the ceiling, helpless.

Alex isn't so much horrified as confused at first—first the dog tags float off, hang against the air on the ceiling; his jacket feels lighter, but then he's floating himself, and he readily lets the gun leave—but why and how? He can only assume that, like so many others, this kid isn't normal. Not even a bit. He remembers Heather telling him about a little girl who had the power to destroy, a tale he remembers the moment the pressure builts in his chest. He gasps out a sound, strained:

"Cid—"

—wait.

The pressure expands and he's unable to move, unable to do anything but bring his hand against his chest and try to breathe; the ribs don't go all at once, but there's a crunch crunch crunch muffled by his own skin and flesh as he goes back to back against the top of the hallway. Then he screams out, and it's one full of pain, full of black dots in his vision and burning and a sudden jarring of the world around him.

She lets him go. Any other kid, and Sara would be nothing short of a neglectful parent, but this is Cid, and he's upset, and she knows what that means.

It means he's as dangerous as anyone - or anything - he might run into in the hall right now. She knows Joe is nearby, knows Joe knows to get out of the way when he's like that. So she's going to let him go. Right up until she hears the commotion, and - shit. It can't - he can't - not now, not again, not ever.

She's up, and running, but the force of Cid's power slams into her, knocking her against the metal wall. No no no nonononono... Not again.

Her head hurts where she bashed it, but she doesn't even pay any attention to that. "Cid! Cid!" She calls his name, hoping it's enough, hoping she can talk him down from it, like she had back home, back in the cane field, please Cid calm down. "Cid, baby, please..." She can't look at the man floating in the air, afraid to see what he's done this time.

Joe's about to tell Cid that it's okay, nothing's going on, but the words don't come out in time. His first instinct is to rush over to the kid, especially when he falls back and hits his head, but Joe knows better by now. He knows that if he doesn't move, fast, then he's going to wind up like Jesse, like Sara's sister. And so, he goes against instinct, turns tail and moves out of the way as fast as he can. It works, barely. Joe's knocked off his feet by the force of Cid's powers, and he skids against the ground, hard. It takes him a moment to find his legs again, and once he does, he turns towards the commotion, sees the man up in the air, gun floating up there with him.

"Cid, no!" he calls out, but he doesn't move any closer. He's not sure what'll happen if he tries to, if he even can. He sees Sara and fixes his gaze on her, hoping she'll be able to talk her boy down.

He looks to his mother--hears her, somewhere in the fuzzy echo of what is happening and what needs to stop. he knows he's doing something wrong--and he's crying as he tries to fight it, tries to stop all of the thoughts and tiny little spikes in his mind from going out. Tries to contain them as hard as he can.

For a brief--brief moment--it works. There's a flickering of the lights as Cid sniffs, but then Joe calls out and Cid knows he's done something wrong. It's because at his core he doesn't want the other to think he's bad--think he's a disappointment. Sara he knows will forgive him, Joe he's not sure.

Alex gets flung against a wall in the turmoil, no doubt one of those broken ribs pushing into his lungs.

Cid can't take his eyes off of it.

He cries out when he finally lands on the floor, arm pinned under his stomach—and then he lays there panting, trying to but feeling something not-quite-right burning through his lungs. He's in too much pain to focus, tears forcing their way out his eyes and down the bridge of his nose; the cold down against his cheek and chin help nothing, because he's sit too hot, still a time bomb of agony with every breath he sucks in.

He can't remember what happened, for a moment. He just tries to breathe, lets out a strangled gasp at the effort, and then gags and coughs and his nerves scream all over again while blood slowly, intimately, drips from his lip and is breathed across the ground.

it hurts

Suddenly he remembers being a small child, pinned in a school bus filling with water. He remembers screaming for help, while every jerk and twitch sent lancing pain throughout his legs. Despite every fiber of his being wanting to pass out, he slowly turns his head so that he can see—and he sees Cid.

What was he doing here again...? His head is all fuzzy. Pin-pricked with dots and blurs. All he can remember is their conversation by the pool. About monsters. About turning into one.

And then he realizes maybe this is what Cid feared.

"Cid... s'okay..." He tries to breathe. "I told you—f'you keep trying, I'll keep trying, too... You won't—turn into a monster.... You're—good kid."

He can't move. Moving just makes it harder to talk.

Sara feels the pressure drop, feels when it ends, hears the man hit the wall, then fall to the floor with a sickening kind of meaty sound, and then she just runs, grabbing Cid around his middle, pulling him close, pulling him away from the sight.

"Cid, baby, don't look, okay?" She raises her eyes, avoiding the man on the floor for the moment, looking for another person. "Joe!" She doesn't say anything else, just looks between him and the fallen man, as if to say - is he dead? can he be saved?

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Uncontrollable Telekinesis man, that poor man. When folks see him they run just as fast as they can.

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