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1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
Move over, Zeus...

2. Do you trust all of your friends?
With my life.

3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?
Absolutely.

4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
Without a doubt.

5. Can you make a pound/dollar in change right now?
Nope, ditched the last of my change at Starbucks this morning.

6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?
Probably Dog.

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[jp] rain

The rain poured down. He got back up.

The knife flew. He stopped it, caught it, and threw it back again.

The darkness was thicker than usual, even with streetlights illuminating the end of the alley, showing him the path to freedom. A path blocked by a personification of evil incarnate, sure, but still it was a way out. If he had the strength, he could escape.

You’re weak. You’ll fail.

Another body came at him, the pavement hitting his back hard enough to sting, hard enough to break. Still, he was whole…he was stronger than a man.

And he was tired.

He was used to getting up because he’d done it so many times before. Once upon a time, the shoulders had been broader and the body stockier, but it was the same routine. It didn’t change a lick, and he almost wished it would. A slight deviation, a smarter servant…even a different look to the Faces would be welcome.

The rain poured down. He got up, slower this time.

You’ll fail. You’ll die.

The human servant scrabbling at his feet began to scream as Tommy called a tongue of fire to life and tossed it into the older man’s hair. It caught quickly, flickering as the rain struggled to douse it under the downpour. More darkness, more clouds…the rain was ice cold and evil in origin.

You’ll die. They’ll all die.

Weary and drained, he turned to face the shadow in his path. It had no face or form, but the heaviness in his limbs and the painful pins and needles stabbing him from the inside out were all too familiar.

“Surrender.” He called out, his voice thin and tinny over the sizzle of rain on pavement. “Its favorite son.”

Knowledge was a minor setback, a fleeting weakness, but it was all Tommy needed. Shutting his eyes, he struggled for the image in his mind of black and white, first stirrings of flesh and blood filled with potential and possibility. He saw her eyes, and another pair of eyes he had yet to meet.

Her mother. Their creation.

Tipping his face back into the sting of hail now raining down, he opened his mouth and let it choke him as he screamed the name at the top of his lungs. It was the name of possibility, the name he’d chosen with love and care, the name of a new generation whose power was his to call even now by virtue of its very existence.

He hadn’t shared it with Zee yet, but it was the name he wanted for their unborn daughter.

And with the hope of new life and light, the California rainstorm turned warm. Electric light was nearly blinding in the wet and gleaming darkness.

One more human servant came, a blade burying itself deep in his belly as Tommy fell back again. Shoving off his attacker, Tommy pulled out the blade and rolled with a slicing motion, cutting the newcomer’s throat with a single clean move.

The rain poured down. He got back up…slow, shaky and bleeding, he got back up.

And went home.

Just like he always had.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 579