He shook his head. "I don't know. But something is. I just feel... off-center. I feel like I'm waiting for something."
The fog rolled in over the seawall, sun setting behind it, settling the mist briefly ablaze with color. Kieran smiled despite his unease - twilight was always his favorite part of the day. Seeing his smile, Donna patted his shoulder again and went on her way.
What is this?
Kieran opened his shields, opened himself to the whispers around him, crowd of spirits. Tension everywhere, but no clue as to -
Disruption, pain, tearing through, and he gasped and fell to his knees. "Donna!"
"Donna, the Hallorans. They're dead." He looked up at her desperately. "Michael and his parents - Michael's already gone to his successor, he tore right through -" he stopped, listened "- it was Alanna."
Donna paled. "She... killed them?"
He nodded. "Alanna and the Council. She had them shot." Another tear through the ether, gutpunching him. "Oh, shit. Marcus."
"What on earth-?"
"Hounds. Alanna sent them. Oh, gods, Donna, barricade the Library, get out a warning..."
Yeah. Kieran's gift? He talks to the dead. The Purges? Kinda rough for him.
We're now at $2,450.60!
Adam ordered pizza. I get pizza! And cinnamon treats. Because I am a good girl. *nods* And I am chairdancing.