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For [personal profile] anke's prompt.

Fae Apoc has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.



The spiders told Evan the gods were coming.

Well, it wasn’t that clear. Spiders weren’t good with big concepts, any more than any bug was (even the tarantulas at the mall still had relatively small thoughts), but “the world is ripping” was clear enough to tell him he should get out of town.

The problem was, his foster-family had never gotten what was going on with him. He’d had a Mentor for a year now, on the sly, ever since his entirely-unanticipated Change had sent him home from school with a week of pounding headaches and nearly ended him up institutionalized. (“The bugs are talking to me” didn’t seem to go over well with anyone… even his Mentor, who had shown up pretty much out of nowhere, had trouble believing it).

But his Mentor held very little sway with his foster-family, and they still had control over Evan’s life. Since the Incident, as they liked to call it, a year ago, they’d been watching him carefully, fearing, he suspected, a relapse into his “insanity.” He could probably get away with visiting his Mentor at the Youth Club, but taking enough clothes for an overnight trip would be right out.

The spiders were getting more insistent as he dithered. Finally, he made a brief call from the kitchen phone, knowing his foster-mother would be listening. “Talbot, I need to talk to you, as soon as possible, please. Could you stop by?”

His foster-mom frowned, but Talbot, his Mentor, seemed to be a good sort, and she couldn’t complain much. “I wish you’d ask before inviting people over.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to risk you saying no,” he answered honestly. “I’m going to be in my room; could you call me when Talbot shows up?”

“Leave the door open, dear.”

Stupid bugs. He nodded, and headed to his room. Harder to pack when he was being observed, but he could get some done in between “studying…” though the noises the bees were making outside suggested he might not have to worry about school for much longer. The monsters were coming. The world was ripping.

“I wondered if they’d tell you something.” Talbot spoke quietly. “I assume you want to bring them with us?”

“They’re the only family I’ve got,” Evan sighed. “Can you?”

“You could, too, if you weren’t so squeamish. Yes. Your foster-mom is loading up the van right now. We’re heading for high ground.”

The bees told Evan they were going the same way. “Good.” High ground should be safer, for whatever was coming.

Date: 2011-12-27 04:42 pm (UTC)
anke: (Default)
From: [personal profile] anke
*heh* lots of ears close to the ground to watch out for the apocalypse. Neat. :)

I'm a bit confused. Are the "they" Talbot and Evan are talking about Evan's arthropod friends, or his foster parents?

Date: 2011-12-29 12:06 am (UTC)
kc_obrien: A gold ballpoint pend with a black quill feather. (Default)
From: [personal profile] kc_obrien
Fantastically creepy.

Date: 2012-01-07 04:58 am (UTC)
clare_dragonfly: Garcia from Criminal Minds smiling, text: anything but ordinary (CM: Garcia: ordinary)
From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
Cool! Did you use the random Addergoole student generator for this? ;) Also, why isn't he in Addergoole?

I agree with [personal profile] anke and with your response. I was very confused.

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