Just a chapter to stop myself from heading straight into the realms of Pandom again. Next chapter will be better.
'Something wrong?'
'Nothing Reg.' Today the week is up. And I should be preparing for sheer carnage tonight. And what am I actually doing? Oh, just going to a Fresh Start meeting. Why? Because I am trying to maintain an illusion of normality, or at least my normality. Which isn't very normal.
They reached Elm Street, and ascended into the home of the Fresh Start, where dead misfits went to share the oddness. Cassandra had found it astonishing that even when her mortal status changed she still seemed to find herself in the company of people the rest of humanity saved their special sneers for. The ones who would always be freaks, even if they were entirely human, due to a certain frame of mind. Those life trampled on because it knew they wouldn't protest.
And all she could think of was Pan. He hasn't actually done anything yet. That's hardly the point, but no one has died this time, not yet. The point is that someone will die, sooner or later, and people have already perished because you didn't say anything. Besides if you do nothing he'll keep talking to you. And I'm sick of waiting to hear his voice on the wind. Sick of hearing snide comments that don't originate from my own mind.
And am I prepared to face him down again? Of course not. There's nothing I can do. He controls everything, all I can do is do what is expected of me until I'm obedient enough to make defiance deadly enough.
She shrugged and tried very hard to concentrate on another meeting where the main topic of conversation was how to chase normality in a vitalist society.