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This Is The Way the World Ends, Part 4

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May. 12th, 2004 | 11:36 pm
mood: sleepysleepy
music: Radiohead, "Hail to the Thief"
posted by: semaphore27 in monaboyd

Author: Semaphore
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13 Language, for now. Angsty, angsty, angsty! Secondary character death.
Summary: Sema has been bitten by a rabid AU crossover plotbunny! In this story, the world of Lotrips mingles with that of Stephen King’s The Stand, with the timelines bumped slightly into the future. In a nutshell, the basic premise of the book is: after the population of the US has been devastated by a "super flu" the survivors divide into two groups, those who follow Mother Abigail, and represent good, and those who are drawn to Randall Flagg, a demon.
The former Hobbits and Sean Astin’s family take a road trip up to the Napa Valley for a mini-break, completely unaware that everything around them’s about to change.
Feedback: longed for and appreciated
Disclaimers: This is entirely fictional. No disrespect intended. The people involved belong to themselves. The Stand was written by Stephen King.

“…the persistent sound in the row behind him signaled the end to all that: there would be no more sequels, and in a very short time, there would be no more movies at all.
In the row behind Larry, a man was coughing.”
- Stephen King, The Stand




Dom likes to play guide when they go on these trips, hiking or boating, because it’s the one time his obsessive viewing of nature programmes comes to some practical use, whilst still keeping him relatively free from mockery. Like him, his friends have inquiring minds, they like to find out things—but some factoids, Lij explains, come better pre-digested. Billy’s a good sport, usually, about Dom’s telly-watching habits, but Elijah always claims one can only be expected to sit through so many hours of mating-calls or The Life Cycles of Our Woodland Friends and remain sane, whatever Dom says to the contrary.

Allie, of course, couldn’t care less about the majority of the creatures they pass on their way downriver—she keeps craning her neck in hopes of spotting more of the playful otters. Elijah’s much the same—more a fan of the cute animals than otherwise, though he does get nearly excited enough to drop his paddle when a box terrapin the approximate size and shape of a bowler hat swims between the two kayaks, its grey-green head hooking up out of the water to regard Lij with a skeptical eye.

“Looks a bit like JRD,” Billy comments, laughing.

“Yeah, with the lymph issues and all.” Elijah giggles. “You think there’s a little teensy turtle around here somewhere to be his scale double?”

“I think you’re mental,” Dom responds, then sneezes. Damn that grass. His eyes are burning, and he wishes he’d thought to bring drops along, or antihistamines, anything to relieve the discomfort. He’d like to whinge a bit about it, but doesn’t, for fear of hurting Allie’s feelings.

Instead, he rubs his stinging eyes and blinks.

The current picks up a little as the river winds past mashes, where Blue Herons and Kingfishers stand poised for their prey. Dom admires their elegance, their stillness, knowing he himself would make a terrible predator. It’s one of the things that’s made him choose to be an actor rather than a naturalist—his complete inability to hold still in any situation. He grins, watching the wind ruffle the unmoving birds’ feathers, and digs in his paddle, having to work a little harder to control his boat in the faster water, inadvertently flicking Lij with spray.

“Hey!” Lij squeals, shocked, even though his shirt has scarcely been wetted, scooping his own paddle so that a gout of water leaps into Dom’s face.

Dom coughs and sputters, as much with his own laughter as with the water he’s inhaled, though Jesus but it’s cold, much colder than he’d have expected. Still, when he can see again, he splashes back with all his strength, catching Billy, too, in the by-spray.

Bill, good-natured as always, crows with laughter, head thrown back, water sparkling in his lashes and in the spiky front of his hair.

“Goin’ tae take me on, are you?” He back-paddles then, digs in deep, making the river fountain up so enthusiastically that Dom’s soon sitting arse-deep in the wet, with Elijah giggling at him almost hysterically.

“Als, love, help me out here!” Dom pleads, but Allie’s laughing too, actually coughing and laughing at the same time, twisting her own paddle-tip, making a silvery shower spring up and away, straight down onto the top of Dom’s head. “Oi! No fair! One against three!”

“It’s what you get, m’love, for being such a cheeky ba… bloke,” Billy tells him, with a grin of pure Billy-delight. Shivering, Dom decides payback’s the best reward, and nearly swamps himself making certain his opponents get as wet as he. Even when he’s soaked through, and has begun to shiver so hard he can barely speak, he refuses to call, “Uncle!” unnecessarily.

Instead, it’s Billy who calls an end to it, finally. “You’re ridin’ fairly low in the water, Dommie,” he laughs. “Should we land and see that you’re wrung out a bit before we go on our way?”

“Dom and Allie both,” Elijah says. “I think she got caught in the cross-fire more than we meant her to be.”

Dom, shivering and chuckling at the same time, stops the latter abruptly—Allie has gone quiet. As he watches, she bends over, coughing convulsively, bringing up a thick stuff that looks like glue, dirty white against the kayak’s bright yellow side. “Als?” he asks, instantly concerned. Her small hands clutch at her throat, and her face has gone purplish, dusky, darker patches in the spaces between her fingers. “Allie, love, talk to me!”

“Dom?” Lij’s eyes widen even more than usual.

Billy only snaps, “Help me!” turning his kayak across the current, catching hold of the nose of Dom’s boat quickly, keeping it steady as Dom drives into a patch of nearby reeds.

In the marshy ground, Dom dumps himself over the side, coming up spluttering, dislodging an osprey’s nest with his shoulder and, for once, not caring what harm he's done.

Allie lies limply forward now, long hair dangling into the water, snarling in the foliage. She coughs once more, a horrible tearing sound, and then her small chest stops moving entirely.

“Holy fuck!” Dom yells, struggling like hell against the mud that drags at his feet, hardly caring when he leaves one of his shoes in the riverbed. His angle is bad, and though he’s able to drag Allie out of her seat easily enough, moving forward with her in his arms is not as easy—she’s grown so much lately, she’ll be a young woman soon, interested in makeup and boys and jewelry.

She will be, Dom tells himself. She will, she will.

But as she lies in his arms, he knows she isn’t breathing.

“Billy, oh, God, Bills, help me, help me!” he yells--because, in a crisis, who else would he call upon, really?

Billy, quick and deft as ever, flashes past him, battering down reeds to slither up onto the bank. “Give her here to me, Dommie,” he says, quietly, though his voice carries over the grumble of the river and the whisper of vegetation all along the shore.

The weight suddenly raised from his arms, Dom stumbles, goes down, sucking in mud and water in equal measure, his eyes shocked open by the cold. Then someone’s hand is on his arm, another on his bum, shoving him up to firmer ground again, then using him as a ladder to climb ashore.

For a moment his eyes meet Lij’s, shocked bright blue, and then the two of them are rolling apart, squirming, soaked and dripping, to where Billy crouches and Allie reclines.

Her lips are blue, Dom notes, almost as if the sight is something from a terrible dream. Her eyes are rolled back and her lips look bruised with lack of oxygen, her lovely small hand trailing into the brown sticky goo.

All around her neck, now, runs a circle of darker tissue, swollen, as if horribly strong hands have squeezed and squeezed with brutal force round Allie’s fragile throat.

“Allie?” Dom breathes. “Oh, God, Allie, love!”

Billy’s face is closed, difficult to read, but he moves smoothly, swiftly, turning the little girl over to one side, fingers hooking into her mouth to clear the passageway, rolling her again to her back, her nose pinched shut, head tilted to open her airway. “Dom?” he says, firmly.

Dom nods. He won’t, won’t, won’t panic now. Later yes, by God, but not while Sean’s daughter depnds upon him. He’s still shaking, but his hands move as surely as Billy’s do now, measuring the space over Allie’s breastbone, finding the exact space where her heart lies. They’ve done this a hundred times at least, not for real, but practicing. With a real person, a child—a little girl he loves--he’d have thought things would be different, but they aren’t, not really. All the motions remain the same.

Billy bends low, trying to force air into Allie’s unmoving lungs, four quick breaths, shaking his head when he gets nothing. Dom rolls the little girl over again, his longer fingers groping into her throat, other hand cradling her abdomen. She makes a weird, choking sound, belly convulsing, and what seems an incredible amount of the pale glue, more than such a small body can contain, possibly, flows over his hand, his arm, his knees.

“Allie, girl, Allie, girl, please,” Dom croons to her, raising her up now, draped over the crook of his elbow, the nastiness spewing out of her as if she’d nearly been drowned in it. Her skin burns against his now. How has this happened? For God’s sake, how?

“Allie, what will we tell your daddy?” he cries.

Her body arches against him, the back of Allie’s head catching Dom hard across the bridge of the nose, her limbs spasming. Dom blinks away tears of pain and shock and fear, trying to hold her, fearing she’ll hurt herself moving so, until she sprawls once more in the mud with Dom half on top of her, his blood splashing bright red onto her now nearly-blackened face.

“Try again, try again, Bill!” Lij is shrieking. “Billy, this can’t be happening. We can’t let it be happening!”

Billy positions Allie again, bends again, straightens. “I cannae…” His voice trembles. “It willnae gae intae her. Dommie, it willnae.”

Dom has never heard him sound so completely, impenetrably Scottish before, and somehow that makes this absolutely real, makes it absolutely certain it’s truly happening. Their eyes meet, though Dom’ can hardly see with the way his own eyes are streaming. He sucks in a breath of his own and begins to cough, then retch, half-turning away, his throat burning as mud and blood and bile splash over his thighs.

“God, Dom! Dommie!” Elijah’s voice, disgusted, terrified, then Elijah’s hands (at least Dom thinks they’re Elijah’s—small in size, but not as strong as Billy’s) clutch at his shoulder, biting in through the fabric of his shirt. “Dommie, please, talk to me!”

Dom chokes once more, shivering ever more violently. Billy raises a trembling hand, wiping his face clean.

“’m okay,” Dom mutters. “Okay. Was the mud. Breathed in the wrong way.” He pinches his fingers over the bridge of his nose, trying to stem the bleeding, wondering if he’s broken it again—he can’t feel anything but the cold all around him.

Elijah fumbles his cell from his pocket, then stares at it stupidly. “Oh. Duh. Water. Wasn’t thinking. Bad equals water plus electricity.”

Billy reaches under the front flap of his windcheater, bringing out his own phone, sealed firmly inside a plastic bag. He hands it to Lij wordlessly, staring as Elijah undoes the seal, as he opens the small phone carefully. It’s a good one, Dom knows. Sturdy. Top of the line. He’d given it to Bills for a two-months-apart pressie.

Elijah mumbles, “Shouldn’t we…?”

With one hand, Billy raises Allie’s shoulders, cradling her limp form against his own body. Since her face is turned away, she might merely have been sleeping, worn out with the day’s activities.

“She’s dead, isn’t she?” Elijah breathes. “Dead dead. Not just unconscious. Not just stopped breathing. Guys, what happened here, really?”

Dom strokes Allie’s wet hair with a fingertip. It should be silky-dry, honey-brown, thick and wavy, her eyes should be bright, interested, they way they’ve been always, from the first time he’d seen her. From the first time any of them had seen her, so many ages ago, in New Zealand.

Shaking so hard his fingers have a hard time locating the proper buttons, Elijah dials 911. Even from a distance, Dom can hear the annoying, repetitive buzz as the cell rings busy.

“In the town…” Billy begins quietly.

Dom shuts his eyes, thinking of all the shops closed and locked, of the kayak-bloke sneezing, and a last, violent shudder runs up his spine, bringing with it the feeling that some storm, worse than anything he’s ever known before, might very well be gathering.

Five more times, Elijah attempts to ring emergency services. Each time the signal comes back busy, until the last attempt, when there’s only a noisy caterwauling.

“Ring Sean, Lij,” Billy tells him. “Or Christine.”

The cell rings eight times but no message comes on. Finally, from the other end, emerges the sound of coughing, then Chris’s voice, hoarse and congested.

“Chrissie?” Lij breathes. “Oh, God, Chris, I don’t know how to say…”

“Bethie’s gone,” Chris murmurs. “Little Elizabeth. When Sean put her down for her nap, she was smiling, playing with her Cindy-bear. Laughing. She had the sniffles, but she was laughing.”

The cell drops out of Elijah’s hand, but Billy catches it. “Gone, Christine?” he
asks gently. “What do you mean?”

“She was so quiet, Sean went to check. Usually she’ll keep on a little, you know? Talking to her toys, then snoring. The loudest baby I ever heard of, my Bethie. Worse than my Grandpa Olson when he was an old man.

“Sean drove her into town, to the hospital at Santa Rosa. That’s only a little over eight miles you know. But she was already gone away.”

“You don’t know, they might…” Billy begins, but Christine coughs, brutally, as if something’s ripping loose inside her, cutting him off again.

“Of course I knew, Bill,” she answers, when she can, in a soft, amused, half-mad tone. “Of course I knew: she was my baby. My sweet baby girl.”

Billy’s hand, holding the phone, tightens until the knuckles blanch.

“Her throat had gone black,” Christine murmurs then. “As if someone had tried to choke her, you see.” The coughing resumes, harsh and wet, until, in a scream of static Dom finds nearly deafening even from a metre away, the connection breaks, dissolving into nothing.

Dom meets Billy’s eyes again, reading only sadness and sympathy, none of the fear he feels stamped across his own features so blatantly.

Billy’s been here before. He’s met death and knows its face. Death unexpected, that is, which isn’t anything like the one you see coming. The death of a grandparent is the only taste of mortality Dom knows, sad yes, but an entirely different thing. It’s a measured grief, and a release, not an affront to the order of the universe.

“No parent should have to bury his child,” Lij says softly. “Oh, poor Sean. Poor Seanie.” His hands are curled into fists now, and he’s biting down on his thumbs, biting until blood shows pinkly on his small, sharp teeth.

Dom lifts Allie’s body from Billy’s arms, holds it close, heavy and light all at once, frozen now in time, forever a child, all Allie’s brilliant might-have-beens rubbed out from the slate of eternity.

Now, the past is all he can see: their little Elanor, in her curls and feet and bright Hobbit-frock; their little Allie, playing aeroplane, spinning round and round beneath the sun; Dom’s own small Allie, offering up a steel washer as an engagement ring.

Dom buries his face against her still, fragile chest and sobs until he can’t see or speak or think of anything.

“Dom,” Billy commands quietly. “Dommie, love, give her back to me.”

But Dom can’t, despite what Billy tells him, even though he knows Billy’s right, that the time’s come now to go on to other things—return to town, find transport, check on Sean and Christine, take care of this honourary niece, this child they all loved and petted and watched grow, tenderly and respectfully.

“Last night,” Lij says, his voice small and shrill. “Elizabeth was coughing, and today she’s dead. Allie started coughing, and she’s dead too. God, Dom…” Elijah stares at him in horror. “What have you been doing all afternoon?”

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Obsession is my life...

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from: ficklememeer
date: May. 12th, 2004 11:46 pm (UTC)
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Dear god. I'm sobbing like a little girl here. Oh, you know just how to pull the right heart-strings, my dear. *sob*

More?

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little miss smutcakes

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from: tripping_sin
date: May. 12th, 2004 11:51 pm (UTC)
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ahhhhh!!!!

*runs screaming*

*cowers under table*

*chews nails*



*peeks out*

dom? you okay?

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from: yanks02
date: May. 12th, 2004 11:53 pm (UTC)
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Oh no! I'm all sobbing away here. And Dom's coughing too. Nooo.

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ZoniDuck

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from: zoniduck
date: May. 13th, 2004 12:22 am (UTC)
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So how's it feel being a baby killer? Hee! Circe is *really* going to love this part.

Gah! The worse things get, the more I love this fic. And yes, you made me cry already.

::worries for Dommeh omg::

Captain Tripps is a bitch, yo.

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Kolywoble!

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from: kolywoble
date: May. 13th, 2004 12:50 am (UTC)
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*chanting* find a happy place ... find a happy place
*sobbing* find a happy place.

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Zahz

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from: zahz87
date: May. 13th, 2004 01:56 am (UTC)
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*chews on bitten nails*

AHHHHHHH oh god what the hell is happening!?!?


Keep going keep going!!

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Elanor Gamgee

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from: elanorkat
date: May. 13th, 2004 02:52 am (UTC)
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Oh noooo! Dom!! And the babies!

This is incredibly scary. I'm not sure I have the stomach for this one.

*hides*

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jazza

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from: chip_dip
date: May. 13th, 2004 02:57 am (UTC)
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Hear me...NOBODY is killing Dom RIGHT!!! Don't even think about it young lady...please


oh shit

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jessionthemoon

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from: jessionthemoon
date: May. 13th, 2004 04:20 am (UTC)
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i...i... i don't even know what to say... oh dear dear dear...

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The Trapeze Artist

OMGWTF

from: trash_puppet
date: May. 13th, 2004 05:03 am (UTC)
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fnmewjkrui2ov5860872buhat
*flailflailflail*
Look at what you've done to me
*twitches on floor*

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Lala

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from: lalablue
date: May. 13th, 2004 05:45 am (UTC)
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The wee ones are gone? My throat hurts from my attempts not to cry at work.

I anxiously await the next chapter.

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Casanova Frankenstein

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from: monkey_pie
date: May. 13th, 2004 06:20 am (UTC)
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ahhh! someone hold me. please?
i'm spooked, yet can't wait for more. you are an evOl genius...you write with such detail and clairty i feel like i was there. (which means i feel like i need to take a shower to wash away all the mud and bodily fluids!)

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the expert in home-cosmography

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from: blondiusmaximus
date: May. 13th, 2004 07:04 am (UTC)
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Oh, I am so creeped out. Oh, oh, I am so creeped out, you have no idea. I always hated watching disaster movies and apocalyptic stuff, but I just CAN'T STOP READING THIS. Especially now. I mean, Dom. You wouldn't...*shifty stare*...it's just allergies, right? allergies?

Oooh, this is going to be fun. o.O;;; *wrings hands nervously*

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Set phasers to fabulous!

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from: cincodemaygirl
date: May. 13th, 2004 07:21 am (UTC)
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Every time you post a chapter of this, I think WHEE! SEMA! and then I click on the link, and I can't make myself read it. So I go away for awhile, and then i come back and try again.

I had to repeat the process three times in order to get through this chapter. Now, I've loved each, but WOW is this rough going. Writing it must be *awful* for you.

{{{hugs you, brings you tea}}}

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Melissa Ann

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from: xdrew574x
date: May. 13th, 2004 07:37 am (UTC)
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I’m at work right now, and this is the wrong place for me to be reading this. I am sobbing at my desk. And I have a meeting to go to in 5 minutes.

“Allie, girl, Allie, girl, please,” Dom croons to her, raising her up now, draped over the crook of his elbow, the nastiness spewing out of her as if she’d nearly been drowned in it. Her skin burns against his now. How has this happened? For God’s sake, how?

“Allie, what will we tell your daddy?” he cries.



“She’s dead, isn’t she?” Elijah breathes. “Dead dead. Not just unconscious. Not just stopped breathing. Guys, what happened here, really?”

Oh.My.God. This killed me. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us next. This was brilliantly written.

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the butcher of mayfair

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from: anniesj
date: May. 13th, 2004 07:54 am (UTC)
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Oh my GOD. ::jawdrop:: You killed the Astinlets!!! You KILLED them DEAD!!! And you made it so angsty and Billy's so Scottish and that makes it REAL and what *has* Dom been doing all day, oh God, it's just so ... PERFECT.

EEEEE! I will totally be waiting on pins and needles for the next part. *g*

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ZoniDuck

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from: zoniduck
date: May. 13th, 2004 08:53 am (UTC)
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You? Are the cutest thing evah omg!

::squishes you::

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the butcher of mayfair

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from: anniesj
date: May. 13th, 2004 10:04 am (UTC)
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EEEEEEEE!!!

::is squishy and LOVING it::

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Still learning to be me

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from: canciona
date: May. 13th, 2004 08:36 am (UTC)
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One of these days I'm going to learn not to read your stuff at work. Really, I am. Forgot to replace the fucking kleenex here, anyway. Dammit. I knew you were going to do this.

I would never take this from anyone else, you know. Beautiful and sad and terrifying. Dammit.

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Circe

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from: circe_tigana
date: May. 13th, 2004 09:15 am (UTC)
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You cannot possibly write this fast enough. You know that right?

I loved the entire frantic chapter. How do you deal with a crisis, Dom? How do you deal with the crisis that is now your life?

MUAHAHAHAHAHAH! :)

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the butcher of mayfair

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from: anniesj
date: May. 13th, 2004 10:05 am (UTC)
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My evil wants to fuck your evil in a back alley without a condom.

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Circe

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from: circe_tigana
date: May. 13th, 2004 10:42 am (UTC)
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::drops to my knees in front of your ev0l::

::lets Sema watch::

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Any further questions? Ask the shrimp!

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from: txvoodoo
date: May. 13th, 2004 12:35 pm (UTC)
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You 2 really are the twins of evil, aren't you???

But oh, this is so good. Even though I'm not one of those :looks squinty at Annie and Circe: saying "YAY DEATH!" :P

Hmm. You 2 need a "Yay, Death!" icon.

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namastenancy

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from: namastenancy
date: May. 13th, 2004 09:44 am (UTC)
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nonononononononon....Angst! Angst! Mucho mucho angst! I can't stand it. No DOM DEATH! You hear me! Killing the babies is bad enough but NO DOMANBILLY DEATH. You can kill Elijah if you want. I'll be generous. BUT NONONONONO...

And if this is what we get when you are recovering from pneumonia...
words fail me.

Minions are snivling and I have to get back to work.

namaste nancy

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miscellaneous heathen

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from: pre_expansion
date: May. 13th, 2004 01:12 pm (UTC)
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You can kill Elijah if you want. I'll be generous.
Sacrificial Elijah!

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Fangirl Says

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from: fangirlsays
date: May. 13th, 2004 10:38 am (UTC)
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*is all shivery-sad*

*hugs you*

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Everyone else is crazy: I'm the sane one.

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from: bbhtryoink
date: May. 13th, 2004 12:09 pm (UTC)
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Ahh! No! No super-flu!
*runs and hides*

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Shoshanna Gold

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from: shoshannagold
date: May. 13th, 2004 12:23 pm (UTC)
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My complete refusal to read anything Steven King has written is paying off for me, because I have no idea what happens next, and I'm thrilled about that! However, is there any way that Lij gets to live through this? I love him, Sema, and I adore you, but he never gets to be very happy in your stories.

Otherwise, brilliant, as always!

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everyone loves a wee sombrero

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from: bibliotech
date: May. 13th, 2004 12:51 pm (UTC)
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Oh, my god. I'm so glad I haven't read this book, 'cause...oh, my god. I don't want to read any more. I'm scared.

Hee. I said that like I wasn't going to squee madly, and drop everything I'm doing everytime I see that this fic has been updated. Silly me. Willpower? What willpower?

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miscellaneous heathen

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from: pre_expansion
date: May. 13th, 2004 01:14 pm (UTC)
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You killed them!

An incredibly well written chapter. It managed to capture all the panic and horror the boys must have felt. Poor Sean though.

You are my hero. That is all.

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from: linduvan
date: May. 13th, 2004 01:21 pm (UTC)
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I'll have you know, I'm re-reading The Stand because of you. You know what I was thinking, if I were going to cast for my perfect movie version of The Stand, (since that TV version sucked so so badly) I'd want Elijah as Nick. Young, small stature, naive looking with a core of street smarts, emotive eyes, he'd be perfect. /ramble

Now, the past is all he can see: their little Elanor, in her curls and feet and bright Hobbit-frock; their little Allie, playing aeroplane, spinning round and round beneath the sun; Dom’s own small Allie, offering up a steel washer as an engagement ring.

Dom buries his face against her still, fragile chest and sobs until he can’t see or speak or think of anything.


Guh. Have I mentioned that I love this story? Because I do. A lot.
lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove

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dani

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from: llaras
date: May. 13th, 2004 03:37 pm (UTC)
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No words. Only fear. *tries to be patient*

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CathyP

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from: cathgon54
date: May. 13th, 2004 04:41 pm (UTC)
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Magnificent. Absolutely magnificent!

You have captured the pacing and tone of this story perfectly. I have fallen so in love with your writing lately (I just finished "Lost") that I am nearly beside myself with fangirlish glee.

I can't wait for the next chapter.

*loves you*

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Krystal Shay

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from: krystalshay
date: May. 13th, 2004 06:51 pm (UTC)
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Damn, pulling on the heart here. And I'm feeling a sense of impending dread with Lij's words. Actually, not really impending, because of the events of this chapter, but still...

Wow.

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Twatever

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from: jillybinks
date: May. 13th, 2004 07:07 pm (UTC)
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Oh, lord. I dunno if I can read more of this. You are just killing me here. I was relatively unmoved when everyone was dying in the Stand, but I love these characters. I know them far more than I know Frannie or Stu and you're just killing them off one by one.

But of course I will stick with it to the end. Even if my heart gets totally stomped on.

Brilliant chapter!!

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Only happy when dancin'

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from: mrs_silmarwen
date: May. 13th, 2004 07:30 pm (UTC)
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Just read all four parts in a row and it blows me away! I'm a big Stephen King-fan myself, but somehow I have never read "The Stand" before. I will, however. (When I finished Dark-Tower-series, prob.)

From chapter 3: ...that have made him old before his time, whilst at the same time eternally young, as if Lij will forever be both an old man and a boy...

My God! That is exáctly how it feels like!!! Thank you for that description; makes me understand myself better.

*crosses fingers that Dom won't die*

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from: xsquotessuch
date: Jun. 12th, 2004 08:50 am (UTC)
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I came to you on a req. from Pirate Sorka...Just so's you know (besides my being a huge King/Gaiman fan), I'm more than slightly hooked on your writings!

*worships at the writing goddess that is you*

I'm on the edge of my seat!

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oldbabayaga

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from: oldbabayaga
date: Feb. 24th, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
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Very, very effective.

I just discovered this.

You do a slow burn; there are signs and signals that people don't recognize as they continue to go about their lives. I've been writing a sort-of-similar thing about the 'end of the world', and mine is an abrupt surprize instead, leaving everyone shocked and immobile.

Dom/Billy isn't my thing, but the fic is. I'll be interested in how it develops.

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