Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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T-minus 4 days to DEADLINE.

Reston, Virginia. July 30th, 2014.

It had taken six of the Valium pills John kept hidden at the back of the medicine cabinet, but Alexander Kellis was finally ready. He checked the knot on his rope one more time. It was good; it would hold. Maybe it wasn't elegant, but he didn't deserve elegant, did he? He destroyed the world. Children would curse his name for generations, assuming there were any generations yet to come. John was gone, forever. It was over.

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart," he whispered, and stepped off the edge of his desk. No one would find his body for weeks. If he reanimated, he starved without harming anyone. Alexander Kellis never harmed anyone.

Not on purpose.

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Please return to your homes. Please remain calm. This is not a drill. If you have been infected, please contact authorities immediately. If you have not been infected, please remain calm. This is not a drill. Please return to your homes...

When will you Rise?
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Poor Dr. Kellis. He took away one monster, but got another one in trade.

Sleep well, Dr. K. Thank you for doing what you did, and for not doing what you could prevent.
Ow. Ow. I have particular soft spot for Alexander Kellis, for some strange reason.
He's sympathetic. He was trying to do something altruistic, and got the very fuzzy end of the lollypop.

Also, when he went down, he had to see the death of everything he loved and stood for, which predisposes at least me to be very empathetic to him.
And what's saddest is that human nature knows he started out trying to do something wonderful for mankind, but is still going to sneer at him because of what someone else did without his consent, just by association.