Shell Shock [open]

Rena was gone.

No one really seamed to care that much, the police even went so far as to celebrate her death as a good thing. The FBI were happy to put her on the deceased list of criminals of the past. And the citizens, well the people of Jump were happy to see her go. No overjoyed was a better word. It fit the happiness of the people better than the word happy did. Happy was to generic to describe what they felt about her death. Overjoyed was a much better word.

It wasn't fair for her just to see her as blacklist. Behind the lightless eyes was Rena. And she deserved to be recognized.

She hadn't even seen it coming. Not even a hint of what might have come if she didn't put a stop to it. She had had no warning other then the shock of seeing her friend pinned up. And that morning she had been happy, no not happy, enthralled that the spirit world was at a peaceful junction. Nothing had crossed her mind. Or her vision that her friend would die later that day. She might have even prevented it from happening.

It sucked not knowing.

She glanced down at the floor where on the first story below her she knew rested a pile of notebooks filled with her own bad Chinese writing and poor language skills. They had been laughing over them while teasing Serenity about how she would actually have to practice to learn unlike most of her schooling where she could look into the future and learn without really putting that much of an effort into it.

She held the tears back as she glanced around her bedroom. It was quiet, a total pigsty and cold as it was snowing outside in the world beyond her room.

Sorina was out looking for Rena's spirit something that the medium had refused to do. She wasn't going to tell her friend to let go of everything that had connected her to the life that she had lived and move on. She wouldn't put Rena in that position or herself in that position either. She hadn't even searched for her friends spirit to see if her spirit had stayed behind as a ghost.

She felt the back of her head hit the wall of her room as she fell against the wall. This shouldn't have happened to Rena, that shouldn't have happened to anyone. She should have been able to see it at least.

Some psychic she was.[/size]

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Mathew sat in the chair in her room, apparently invisible. She was like a ghost when she had entered the room and slouched against the wall. Immediatly concerned with her defeated attitude, he stood up. He lay down the flowers he risked going outside to get her as a surprise, and approached her slowly. Growing more aware of her desperation as he aproached, he knew not what to do. He knew little of the outside world and not knowing, not being able to help her, unsettled him horribly. At the end of the day, all he could be was a listening ear and a comforting friend.

"Tell me all about it" He asked with a sweetness in his voice. As he stepped to her side, he slouched so he could meet her at eye level. His face gave evidence of his concern. He grasped her hand gently to remind her of his presence and his intent to help her in her time of need.

Serenity jumped at the sound of a voice in her bedroom and her face snapped around to find out who was there. She should have known who it was even before setting foot in the room. This lapse in her attention was the reason that Rena was dead. Needed to stop now. Others depended on her, she couldn't give up on them now.

A tear trickled down the side of her face as she tried to keep herself in check, "Rena's Dead." she finally got out her voice shaky from the emotion that flowed through her: fear for the others, anger at whoever killed her friend, horror at the gruesome sight of her friends death, emptyness from the hole inside her heart that was now vacant, disbelief that her friend was even dead or could even die.

And shame... she didn't see it coming...

She should have, she would next time, or rather be there to prevent the next time from happening, "It was..." she closed her eyes in an attempt to stem the tears but only fed the flames as an image of Rena's dead body was burnt into the back of her eyelids. She doubted that she would ever forget the sight of her body hanging from the weapons that killed her.

"I didn't see it coming." she finally said, it was the source of her troubles. If something like this could slip past her sight, what else could? She didn't want anyone else dieing on her watch. She wouldn't coach any of them into the afterlife, she couldn't... [/size]

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Mathew felt the heaviness of the situation fall on his shoulders, he bit his lower lip. He did not personally know Rena <<he met 'nella' not rena>> but a person was a person, and she clearly meant allot to Serenity.
It was unfair. If only he could bear some of her pain. He felt so helpless to comfort her, other than to tell her what he had already said so many times before.
"I understand you have a feeling of responsibility to stop bad things from happening, but remember: that is a burden you create yourself. The world is a cruel one, and you cannot expect yourself to change that.you can only do so much good, you know." Mathew stroked her hair away from her eyes the way he used to before the age of the hairpin. He saw that she had been holding back tears as the single teardrop slid down her check. It almost made him want to cry himself; seeing her in so much pain. "Theres no point in hiding your emotions now. Let it out." he pulled out an ugly gray cloth handkerchief in foresight.

Serenity glanced past him for a moment to try and hold herself together, yet the tears slipped down her face as if they had a mind of their own. They could for all she cared right now. Nothing was right, Rena could predict her opponent's moves she couldn't be dead. The grinning sarcastic friend that she had always enjoyed couldn't be gone.

She felt her gaze switch back to the only other person in the room, someone who's death she knew she wouldn't handle. She wouldn't even choose to think about it, "But if I missed Blacklist's murder..." she finally managed to mutter out finally asking the question that she had wanted to ask herself before yet didn't want to even face the facts. Her friend was gone...

And the city was celebrating.

her hand of it's own accord took the proffered item from Mathew as she tried to get rid of the rest of the tears slipping down her face. "What else could I be missing?" she whispered thinking of all her friends and the tragedies that could befall them before she could warn them. What other gruesome deaths would she not be able to stop.

Who else would she have to coach to let go of their lives here...[/size]