Deborah threw the glasses to the ground with a short cry. Her eyes were completely filled with tears, her face scrunched up in horror, and her body shaking. The fire had long ago died down to a mere glow, but even that was enough for her to see L’lorne staring at her.
“I take you don't approve,” she said with no emotion whatsoever.
“Stay away from me,” Deborah screamed as she scrambled to her feet. Without looking back again, she burst away from the campsite into a panicked run. She couldn't see due to the lack of moon, the darkness surrounded her from every direction, but she no longer cared, she only ran, tears streaming down her cheeks.
In the darkness, she missed the rock, and hit it with the side of her foot, tumbling to the ground. She made a sharp cry of pain, and curled up not so much in pain of the body but in pain of the heart.
L’lorne was a monster. That was all that kept echoing in Deborah's mind as she laid there crying. A horrible, horrible monster. Six billion people? And that was just on her own Earth, how many had she killed on other worlds? What about here?
The drunk. Deborah found herself remembering the drunk that had led to her meeting L’lorne. He had left a dent in the bricks of that wall, hadn't he? Yet he was breathing? Impossible! L’lorne must have done something to him, but how? Maybe it was how Ritch 'arrd had invigorated her on the top of that giant rock, and made it look like he was alive.
Deborah shuddered at the thought of L’lorne doing that same kind of thing to her. That's how she had kept up with the fast moving L’lorne for so long. Maybe not the last day, she hadn't even felt L’lorne's influence, but now she knew that it was possible, she could only cry harder. What else had she done to her since they had met?
The people in the CDPC. The ones that looked unconscious. They had been dead, hadn't they? Probably cut to ribbons by that axe of L’lorne's. Then she made it so Deborah would only see what she wanted her to see. No wonder the soldiers at the farm looked so worried about L’lorne, and why the fired with little problem. But why hadn't she killed them?
She had. The newspaper had a headline about an exploding military vehicle the day before, Deborah remembered seeing it but not thinking about it. Yes, somehow L’lorne had caused the truck to explode, a bomb she planted during her little challenge, somehow.
At the Asylum, there had been all those ambulances leaving nice and slow, their lights flashing but their sirens silent. How many people died there from her “diversion?” Deborah didn't want to even think about it.
Yet she did, and the tears poured down her cheeks. She had been following a monster, idolizing a monster. Only a few hours ago she wanted to be just like L’lorne, strong, smart, confident. Now she wanted nothing to do with her, and it hurt so much. Not just because L’lorne had broken her heart though, that would have been bad enough.
No, it just confirmed the most horrible thing Deborah could think of. Her mother was dead, her one hero turned out to be something terrible, her home was gone, her friends were hundreds of miles away, her father a myth in her mind.
Deborah was alone for the first time in her life. Completely and totally alone. This caused even more tears from her straining tear ducts to spill, and she clutched at her gut in despair.
1. What kind of person is Lcorn L'lorne? What does she look like (in your mind)?
2. What kind of person is the Deborah Ignigus? What does she look like (in your mind)?
3. Does the setting seem fitting? Would you like to know more?
4. Does it seem right that only now does Deborah catch on to what L'lorne has been doing the entire time?