[Locked to Basement Residents and Annie]

[worseforfears]

Ricky Linderman was sixteen years old.

His little brother died a while back.  He blamed himself, because he'd been showing off their dad's gun.  His little brother tried to grab it, there was tugging, and the gun went off.

Ricky was a brave kid.  God, when I was that age, I was falling apart.  On the street.  He was brave.  He wanted to kill himself.  He was going to.

He changed his mind.  So brave.

And then she killed him.  That fucking fucking FUCKING bitch killed him.

To hurt me.

God, I feel like I'm being ridiculously self-centered saying that, but... it's true.  She would've left him alone.  She wouldn't have even known about him.  Except... for me.

I guess I never really realized... I'm something of a rare commodity.  And demons like getting to play with rare commodities.

I just... I wanted this one so badly.  I wanted to save him.  I did save him.  And then she murdered him.

I don't know what to do.

It's times like this I want to Fall.  So badly.

Comments

[narrated]

Oh, sweetie, the only one to blame in all of this is Calisto.

It's not your fault that she's an absolutely crazy bitch.

You saved him. Made him okay with life before he passed. And I think that's really something.

[nothingsodivine.livejournal.com]

Oh Becks. I... It's not your fault. It really isn't.

Don't go Falling on us. We're going to make her pay eventually. Hopefully before she kills anyone else.

[ourowndragons.livejournal.com]

Oh my God.

You should call me. Or come over. Or... maybe not, since walking alone probably isn't the best idea. I can come see you? Or... something.

[themanclion]

Sounds like he was a good lad, even if I never met him, myself.

Can't save them all, angel, no matter how much trying you do.

You feel like coming down to the training room sometime, hitting things for a bit, I'll be there. With drinks.

[worseforfears.livejournal.com]

I can't save any of them. I thought maybe I'd do it this time.

I might take you up on that, though.