Howdy. This will be the first of five one-shots that (hopefully) get posted in the next five days, leading up to the end of the world (which I don't actually think will happen).
I actually had this idea back in January. I toyed with the idea of writing them early, then forgot all about it until a week ago. Yay procrastination!
Anyway, I don't own the Kane Chronicles. So enjoy. And all that. Or not.
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"What's happening?" Jaz shouted as the wind picked up.
"I don't know!" Walt yelled back. He taped the last section of cardboard up over the warehouse window. "Let's just get this done. Don't want a glass shard sticking in anyone's head."
Jaz nodded. Taping soggy particleboard over the grimy windows of this abandoned warehouse wasn't at the top of her To Do List, but the wind had gotten so bad that she and Walt had had to stagger out of the street and lock themselves in.
Not fun, and certainly not productive. She'd much rather be out and working, tracking down that ghost she had seen a few blocks back, but in this weather it wasn't going to happen.
Walt sank onto a dusty stool in a corner with a sigh. "This sucks," he said.
The windowpanes shuddered loudly in agreement.
Jaz eyed the duct-taped cardboard. "Are you sure that will hold?"
He shrugged. "I can't think of a better idea. It should, though."
He'd jinxed it.
There was a loud thud from outside, and the window imploded.
Jaz screamed as the wind blew in, picking up debris and throwing it around the warehouse. Walt threw himself on the floor, narrowly avoiding being hit on the head by a beam of wood that shattered against the wall.
She didn't have the second necessary to consider diving out of the way as the splintered wood flew back across the room and buried itself in her torso.
It took her several seconds for her mind to break through the numbing confusion and form the first thoughts of something's wrong as she idly pulled a jagged spike out of the place—that she knew from her anatomy classes—shielded her heart.
It took exactly five seconds—she'd started counting them, one Mississippi, two Mississippi—for Walt to make his way across the room and tackle her to the ground. He started pleading with her. "No, no, Jaz, stay awake, please stay awake, you're going to be okay, please be okay…"
She ignored him and stared at the ceiling. Bits of paper and glass were spinning and swirling in a glinting vortex, trapped by the corrugated metal roofing. It was sort of beautiful, in a wild way.
She closed her eyes, and in the next second was gone.
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Feel free to take guesses at who I'm going to kill off next. You may or may not be surprised at my choice of victims.