The Seer's Thirst

by YellowTangerines

Now who ever said that if the monster speaks once, it couldn't speak again? At least, that was what Rose Lalonde thought on a normal summer day. Homestuck Crossover AU with Kagerou Project, no Sburb, no trolls. /Story 5 of Mekakustuck/

1. Fever

The Seer's Thirst

And all at once, the kitchen was lit in a shining blaze.

It was almost surreal, the way the composed Rainbow Falls had become the screaming wreck it was. Cool and elegant glass bottles, broken on the ground. Complacent trees, toppled over one another. And even more secluded and surrounded than it used to be, the house over the cascade of water was now a burning cage. There was no escape. Rose had scoured each and every corner of her home, finding nothing. What was the cause of this? Mom explained it earlier, oddly clear in between her usual inebriated moans. There was a piece of space debris, burning away in a clearing somewhere. Something like that, Rose knew, but it was unecessary information. What was important was where the fire extinguisher was. Why did the phones had to burn so quickly?

The red cylinder must have been misplaced again, by another one of Mom's drunken wanderings. She cursed. Up the stairs it was, to the observatory. Nothing but red-orange skies and dark smoke. Down the stairs again. It stung all over in Rose's eyes and lungs, but she would push on. It would be over when she found the fire extinguisher. It would be over. That was all she had to do, right? Rose turned another corner, forcing her sight open for that round tint of red hiding in the house somewhere. But the smoke. Oh, but the smoke. It pushed her eyelids closed, cut her throat open. Still she would move on.

A single brush of her hand, and suddenly the whole wrist was screaming for cold water.

Make that her whole body. Charred like her mother's, but unlike her mother's, still functional.

Now the smoke and flame had left her on her knees. Stomach. And the fire extinguisher was right there. Rose's mind began to wander, unable to be restrained in a search for a cylindrical object any longer. What day was it today? August 15th, 2013? Did that mean she would end up like her friends and the ESL ones on the internet? A grim hope filled Rose's chest. It was an odd thing, how she could still feel the rush of curiosity go through her. Finally, she closed her eyes.

If anyone alive were around to hear anything, they would have thought they heard a teenage girl mumble "so swallow me," with a dead chuckle in between.