The first clue Jono had that something was wrong was that he woke up on the floor. The thing was, of course, that he didn't remember losing consciousness or doing anything that might have caused unconsciousness as a side effect. The second clue was that it was damned difficult to hold onto that bit of consciousness, but Jono clung to it tenaciously. He still felt sluggish, like he didn't even have enough project past the end of his nose, nevermind anything like moving.
But he managed because the third thing was that it was hot. Not the hot and moist that Stacy always was, but the dry heat of fire. He pushed himself up, staring around at the pod cavern he found himself in. The pods were open, contents burning. Some of them were already burned beyond recognition, but others--others he could see faces.
Faces he knew.
Ev? he said, voice sounding small even to himself. Ange? He struggled to get up to a kneeling position, body and mind refusing to obey his orders. Wh...what the fuck's 'appened 'ere? Why... It took a moment to place what it felt like. Stacy, why're there dampeners up? The very idea scared him. Almost as much as those faces he knew in the pods.
"You happened." A gleaming figure stepped out of the flames, face twisted in anger. Not the one he'd seen at the last podpop, but one he knew from home. The flames reflected off the planes of Paige Guthrie's face. "You lost control. Went up like a Roman candle on the fourth o' July. I don' even know what set you off!"
Neither did he, and that scared him. Paige... That couldn't have happened, right? But it would explain the dampeners and why he felt so out of it. I don'...I didn'...
She laughed, a cruel and heart-broken sound. "Wasn't bad enough we had to see 'em die once, but you had ta kill 'em before they ever had a chance. You're no friend," she spat at him. "You're too dangerous to live."
There was something he needed to remember. Something that would make all of this...better? No, that was impossible. There was no better from this. His best friend was dead. Again. And this time, the blame lay directly at his feet.
Jono tried to get up, only making it half way before the dampening of his powers kicked in again. He was made entirely of his powers, after all. Dampening them meant that every bit of energy he lived on was suppressed.
He only made it about half way before the lack of energy he could access kicked in, sending him tipping forward and straight back to the floor. His last sight was Angelo and Everett burning in their pods and understanding that the flames were approaching where he lay as well.
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But he managed because the third thing was that it was hot. Not the hot and moist that Stacy always was, but the dry heat of fire. He pushed himself up, staring around at the pod cavern he found himself in. The pods were open, contents burning. Some of them were already burned beyond recognition, but others--others he could see faces.
Faces he knew.
Ev? he said, voice sounding small even to himself. Ange? He struggled to get up to a kneeling position, body and mind refusing to obey his orders. Wh...what the fuck's 'appened 'ere? Why... It took a moment to place what it felt like. Stacy, why're there dampeners up? The very idea scared him. Almost as much as those faces he knew in the pods.
"You happened." A gleaming figure stepped out of the flames, face twisted in anger. Not the one he'd seen at the last podpop, but one he knew from home. The flames reflected off the planes of Paige Guthrie's face. "You lost control. Went up like a Roman candle on the fourth o' July. I don' even know what set you off!"
Neither did he, and that scared him. Paige... That couldn't have happened, right? But it would explain the dampeners and why he felt so out of it. I don'...I didn'...
She laughed, a cruel and heart-broken sound. "Wasn't bad enough we had to see 'em die once, but you had ta kill 'em before they ever had a chance. You're no friend," she spat at him. "You're too dangerous to live."
There was something he needed to remember. Something that would make all of this...better? No, that was impossible. There was no better from this. His best friend was dead. Again. And this time, the blame lay directly at his feet.
Jono tried to get up, only making it half way before the dampening of his powers kicked in again. He was made entirely of his powers, after all. Dampening them meant that every bit of energy he lived on was suppressed.
He only made it about half way before the lack of energy he could access kicked in, sending him tipping forward and straight back to the floor. His last sight was Angelo and Everett burning in their pods and understanding that the flames were approaching where he lay as well.
Then he lost the battle to stay conscious at all.