of half-bloods and happenings
bourbon
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There is no goodbye for Lee Fletcher. He is simply there one minute, and the next, he is not.
His childhood is a jumble of jigsaw pieces.
Sunshine on his back and the salty smell of the beach. / His little sister brought into the world, looking so much like her parents and nothing like Lee. / The sight of his mother out cold on the kitchen floor, the scent of bourbon filling the room and making him gag. This is not the first time.
He isn't sure when he knows that he's different. Maybe it's when
he never fails to score in basketball. / his cuts and bruises fade over night, always. / his mother's boyfriend looks at him in disgust after an accidental fire in the basement.
But it's probably the moment his mother screams freak at him. He can still taste the blood on his lips from her taloned hand.
Camp is a reprieve. He pretends he is just like everybody else, that his mother lovingly told him who his real father was and sent him off for his own safety. Soon, he has spun a web of lies so thick he starts to believe them himself.
He has read about Kronos, has heard countless ghost stories that made him quiver and shake. He never imagined that those nightmares would become his reality.
War is here. Michael and Will do they best they can, marshalling and gathering troops while Lee is faced down by the fiercest of monsters.
He doesn't see the club before it is too late.
blood / pain / screams / oh gods, the pain.
There is no goodbye for Lee Fletcher. He is simply there one minute, and the next, he is not.
broken / irreplaceable / a mistake that's unforgivable.
[He dies with the smell of bourbon and salt in his nose and the taste of blood in his mouth.]
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Author's Note: Lee has always intrigued me. Please review!