Lucifer finally leaves him, and Nick just…doesn’t know what to do. Sarah and Emily are gone, his whole life is gone. He’s been away from any sense of normalcy from a year. No family, no friends, no job, nothing.
He walks out of the apartment in Detroit and heads down the street blindly. He has no destination in mind, only to get away. He can still feel the devil in his head, that cold slick over his soul, and hear the whisper of his smooth voice as he spoke to him, said horrible things, all of them true.
He finally falls, exhausted, in some dirty back alley and sleeps. Visions of hellfire fill his subconscious mind, and he wakes screaming what feels like only minutes later.
He huddles there for awhile longer, arms wrapped around his shivering form, until he makes a decision. He knows what to do now, what will make everything better, and it’s like a beacon of hope beckoning him on.
Nick has never hitchhiked before, was always aware of how silly and dangerous it was, but now he does. He has no money, and he has a long way to go; there’s really no other choice. A nice elderly woman picks him up and takes him to the border.
From there, he’s lucky. There are a surprising number of people traveling the highway who are willing to give him a lift, and he makes good time. After three days, he reaches Pike Creek.
The house is so empty. All of their belongings are still there, but there’s no life to the place. The front door creaks open on hinges that haven’t moved for more than a year. The air inside is stale, and dust covers every surface.
Still intend in his purpose, Nick takes one last walk through the place that used to be home. His and Sarah’s bedroom, one full of good memories, now stained by the vision of blood. Emily’s room, and he holds back a sob. Laundry room, bathroom, den. In the garage, he finds a length of robe, then returns to the kitchen.
Slowly, deliberately, he steps up onto a chair and ties one end of the rope around the chandelier - one of the points that had really sold the house for Sarah.
It won’t be long now. Just another few moments, and it’ll all be over. None of it will matter to him anymore. Not the bittersweet memories of his family, or their bloody remains, or the constant screaming inside his own head. There will be peace.
He slips the other end of the rope around his neck and takes a deep breath.
He hovers on the precipice for a moment, a tiny voice in his head warning Sarah wouldn’t want you to do this! She wouldn’t- But he squashes it mercilessly.
One step, a kick to the chair, and he’s finally free.
Fill: Finally Free
Lucifer finally leaves him, and Nick just…doesn’t know what to do. Sarah and Emily are gone, his whole life is gone. He’s been away from any sense of normalcy from a year. No family, no friends, no job, nothing.
He walks out of the apartment in Detroit and heads down the street blindly. He has no destination in mind, only to get away. He can still feel the devil in his head, that cold slick over his soul, and hear the whisper of his smooth voice as he spoke to him, said horrible things, all of them true.
He finally falls, exhausted, in some dirty back alley and sleeps. Visions of hellfire fill his subconscious mind, and he wakes screaming what feels like only minutes later.
He huddles there for awhile longer, arms wrapped around his shivering form, until he makes a decision. He knows what to do now, what will make everything better, and it’s like a beacon of hope beckoning him on.
Nick has never hitchhiked before, was always aware of how silly and dangerous it was, but now he does. He has no money, and he has a long way to go; there’s really no other choice. A nice elderly woman picks him up and takes him to the border.
From there, he’s lucky. There are a surprising number of people traveling the highway who are willing to give him a lift, and he makes good time. After three days, he reaches Pike Creek.
The house is so empty. All of their belongings are still there, but there’s no life to the place. The front door creaks open on hinges that haven’t moved for more than a year. The air inside is stale, and dust covers every surface.
Still intend in his purpose, Nick takes one last walk through the place that used to be home. His and Sarah’s bedroom, one full of good memories, now stained by the vision of blood. Emily’s room, and he holds back a sob. Laundry room, bathroom, den. In the garage, he finds a length of robe, then returns to the kitchen.
Slowly, deliberately, he steps up onto a chair and ties one end of the rope around the chandelier - one of the points that had really sold the house for Sarah.
It won’t be long now. Just another few moments, and it’ll all be over. None of it will matter to him anymore. Not the bittersweet memories of his family, or their bloody remains, or the constant screaming inside his own head. There will be peace.
He slips the other end of the rope around his neck and takes a deep breath.
He hovers on the precipice for a moment, a tiny voice in his head warning Sarah wouldn’t want you to do this! She wouldn’t- But he squashes it mercilessly.
One step, a kick to the chair, and he’s finally free.