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[#020] My Life Was Drowning in Tsunamis (Original)
Theme Prompt: #020 – Natural Disaster
Title: My Life Was Drowning in Tsunamis
Fandom: Original (Riftverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 545
Summary: From the moment Charlie Wellman locks eyes with a person and sees their death, it’s almost as though a countdown clock starts in his head.
Notes: Again, the Riftverse is not technically created by me, it came from the beautiful brain of the creator ofbeyondtherift, but she is kind enough to let me play in her universe, and all of the characters mentioned here are from my own brain.
From the moment Charlie Wellman locks eyes with a person and sees their death, it’s almost as though a countdown clock starts in his head.
He knows the how. Sometimes, he gets the why. When is a bit more dubious, as it can be anything from a few minutes to two weeks, but unless it’s incredibly obvious that this person is going to die right in front of him, then he likes to hope for the best. His brain starts at two weeks and begins counting down, day by day, hour by hour, until the final blow is struck and he can help that person move on to the next life.
When Charlie first got his wings and became an angel of death, he was living in a small town in Idaho, where people dying was a rare occurrence, even rarer than a new person coming to town. The most he ever helped was the occasional car crash victim or a person who was dying of old age and had lived a full and fruitful life. Then he went to war and was drowned in the violence and brutality of it, watched as lives full of love, hope and potential were washed away before his eyes and he lost a part of himself in learning the way the world worked.
He could go back to Idaho, pretend the rest of the world isn’t like it is. He could hold the hands of men who lived full lives, women who made the most of the reigns they’ve been given. Or he could go somewhere else, comfort the young lives lost, whose questions he doesn’t have answers for and tell them that their existence made a difference. Their place in this world mattered, even if they didn’t finish all they had intended to do.
In some ways, Chicago makes sense. It is the epicenter of the ways this world is broken. The rifts open up and crash down on that city more than any other, and they claw their way through as a means of survival if nothing else. Chicago is a crucible, a test of mettle that not everyone can survive and no one walks away from unchanged, but Charlie is looking for a fresh start.
He can’t go back to the quiet town of perfect expectations realized. Not when he finally knows the real truth about the world. He needs to be somewhere where he’s needed and that is the thing that draws him to the city where the winds blow harder than anyone would ever anticipate.
He’s standing in a supermarket, picking up the basics like eggs and coffee when he bumps into a woman and sees floodgates bursting in her eyes, walls of water whipping through the city he has come to love and washing out everything in its path. She won’t survive the blast of water, and it’s possible he won’t either, but his Calling isn’t ever concerned with whether he would survive. It’s always been more about the people who don’t.
And with that, the clock sets itself at two weeks, and starts ticking itself down, waiting for the unfortunate and the inevitable.
Two days later, the skies open, the water roars, and the streets of Chicago are quickly washed away.
Title: My Life Was Drowning in Tsunamis
Fandom: Original (Riftverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 545
Summary: From the moment Charlie Wellman locks eyes with a person and sees their death, it’s almost as though a countdown clock starts in his head.
Notes: Again, the Riftverse is not technically created by me, it came from the beautiful brain of the creator of
beyondtherift, but she is kind enough to let me play in her universe, and all of the characters mentioned here are from my own brain.From the moment Charlie Wellman locks eyes with a person and sees their death, it’s almost as though a countdown clock starts in his head.
He knows the how. Sometimes, he gets the why. When is a bit more dubious, as it can be anything from a few minutes to two weeks, but unless it’s incredibly obvious that this person is going to die right in front of him, then he likes to hope for the best. His brain starts at two weeks and begins counting down, day by day, hour by hour, until the final blow is struck and he can help that person move on to the next life.
When Charlie first got his wings and became an angel of death, he was living in a small town in Idaho, where people dying was a rare occurrence, even rarer than a new person coming to town. The most he ever helped was the occasional car crash victim or a person who was dying of old age and had lived a full and fruitful life. Then he went to war and was drowned in the violence and brutality of it, watched as lives full of love, hope and potential were washed away before his eyes and he lost a part of himself in learning the way the world worked.
He could go back to Idaho, pretend the rest of the world isn’t like it is. He could hold the hands of men who lived full lives, women who made the most of the reigns they’ve been given. Or he could go somewhere else, comfort the young lives lost, whose questions he doesn’t have answers for and tell them that their existence made a difference. Their place in this world mattered, even if they didn’t finish all they had intended to do.
In some ways, Chicago makes sense. It is the epicenter of the ways this world is broken. The rifts open up and crash down on that city more than any other, and they claw their way through as a means of survival if nothing else. Chicago is a crucible, a test of mettle that not everyone can survive and no one walks away from unchanged, but Charlie is looking for a fresh start.
He can’t go back to the quiet town of perfect expectations realized. Not when he finally knows the real truth about the world. He needs to be somewhere where he’s needed and that is the thing that draws him to the city where the winds blow harder than anyone would ever anticipate.
He’s standing in a supermarket, picking up the basics like eggs and coffee when he bumps into a woman and sees floodgates bursting in her eyes, walls of water whipping through the city he has come to love and washing out everything in its path. She won’t survive the blast of water, and it’s possible he won’t either, but his Calling isn’t ever concerned with whether he would survive. It’s always been more about the people who don’t.
And with that, the clock sets itself at two weeks, and starts ticking itself down, waiting for the unfortunate and the inevitable.
Two days later, the skies open, the water roars, and the streets of Chicago are quickly washed away.
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(And sorry this is so late, it got buried in my inbox. <3)