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wispofathing ([personal profile] wispofathing) wrote2017-02-06 08:23 am
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One-shot: Leading up to the full moon

Curnen was fairly certain that if it weren't for the connection she and Berklee had forged that night at the Pair-A-Dice or the fact that her baby cousin Page was only fifteen and needed someone to panic at, she would never have heard anything else about Bo-Kate's spread of terror in the valley. Bliss was too busy to talk to her, and had been since Rockhouse died. It was Page who told her Monday morning that they'd laid Rockhouse to rest on Emania Knob--blood drained, sins eaten, full funeral and sung goodbye to make sure the fucker would not come back--and that...

Well, that Bo-Kate had burned down the Overbay house while everyone was at the funeral.

That had floored everyone. The night wind had been entirely silent on the matter. Bliss was fine, Page assured her, but the house was beyond saving by the time anybody realized. So, there went Curnen's childhood home, which had stood in one form or another since the Tufa had arrived in the valley.

She would have thought that that would be the worst of the news. Rockhouse was dead, clearly Bo-Kate was gunning to take up his role and everyone was too scared to do anything to get in her way. Why Bronwyn hadn't killed her by now, well. That was probably First Daughter business.

The news only got worse. It was happening all over again. There was a reason Bo-Kate and Jefferson had been exiled, and the swath of death, destruction, and violence now was just picking up where they'd left off all those years ago.

Bo-Kate had attempted to murder Mandalay.

Bo-Kate had tried to take out Miss Peggy.

Bo-Kate had plans, and worse, people liked them.

Jeff was coming home. Curnen had no idea how the fuck Jeff was supposed to fix this given what he'd done before, but she wasn't there.

Junior Damo was gunning for Rockhouse's place. Bo-Kate would probably eat him alive.

More rumors.

More stories.

More fear.

And then Marshall Goins was dead.

It looked like a heart attack, but it could only have been murder and everyone knew it. That one... that one got Curnen right between the eyes. Marshall had been an upstanding member of the community as long as she could remember. More than the fact that he'd been saddled with the mayoral office of Needsville for too long because no one else wanted a job that depressing. Marshall was decent, honest, hardworking, and he and his wife Peggy were voices of experience and wisdom, Peggy's busybody nature aside. Oh God, Peggy. This would shred her.

And through all of this, Curnen had worried and fretted and even cried some, but... there was a dam inside. A dam that she kept a lot behind. She had never really dealt with her past so much as pushed it all back there so that she could focus on not dying in the woods. And then it had stayed back there, because she lost all but the most basic form of conscious thought. And then it had stayed back there because she had not known what else to do with it. It had built, festered, but it had stayed separate.

And then Peggy had called. Curnen had not been sure why at first, not until that one question.

"How do you bear it?"