[tod] 28 - d(are): rescue someone
Feb. 20th, 2009 06:57 am“Mom, will ya cut that out?” Tommy laughed as he walked into the kitchen, stooping to kiss his mother’s cheek as she struggled with the bag in the trash can. “Lemme tie that up and take it out. You spent my whole fuckin’ childhood trying to make me do this, let me now that I’m volunteering.”
“Truth be told, moro, I’m almost afraid to let you.” she admitted with a smirk, kissing his cheek in return as she relented and let him help her with the trash.
Snickering, he deftly tied the bag and yanked it out of the can. “You asked me over and cooked yet again, it’s the least I can do.” He assured her. “Go on, Dad’s in the living room warping his granddaughter. Save my kid, huh?”
Laughing, she left the room as Tommy headed for the back door to take the garbage out around to the side of the house. The air was chilly, even for the desert, but he didn’t pay it much attention as he made it through the gate and into the pitch blackness surrounding the city trash bins.
He didn’t realize anything was wrong until he’d shut the lid and looked up to see the neighbor’s porch light blazing in the darkness without casting a single ray of light across the cement walk or the lid on the can. Only then did he feel the chill penetrate his skin and sink down into his core.
The sound of the back door opening was faint in his ears as his heart began to pound, ready and eager for battle.
“Tom Tom! Did you feel…oh Gods.”
( “Dad, get back in the house!” )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 671
“Truth be told, moro, I’m almost afraid to let you.” she admitted with a smirk, kissing his cheek in return as she relented and let him help her with the trash.
Snickering, he deftly tied the bag and yanked it out of the can. “You asked me over and cooked yet again, it’s the least I can do.” He assured her. “Go on, Dad’s in the living room warping his granddaughter. Save my kid, huh?”
Laughing, she left the room as Tommy headed for the back door to take the garbage out around to the side of the house. The air was chilly, even for the desert, but he didn’t pay it much attention as he made it through the gate and into the pitch blackness surrounding the city trash bins.
He didn’t realize anything was wrong until he’d shut the lid and looked up to see the neighbor’s porch light blazing in the darkness without casting a single ray of light across the cement walk or the lid on the can. Only then did he feel the chill penetrate his skin and sink down into his core.
The sound of the back door opening was faint in his ears as his heart began to pound, ready and eager for battle.
“Tom Tom! Did you feel…oh Gods.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 671