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Fic: "Dorsum ad Dorsum" - Prologue
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other
John drives.
He tries not to think about how he nearly lost his family that night. He can just picture himself sitting on the hood of the Impala while the firefighters navigate around him, always with sympathetic eyes turned his way. His wife and two sons only so much ash for them to shift through, indistinguishable from books, furniture and appliances.
Fire reducing everything to the same.
Sammy makes a small gurgle and John is wrenched back into the present, the here where he was able to yank his wife away from the wall where she was pinned and scoop up his youngest, Dean already holding the front door open for them and yelling for them to hurry. John sneaks a glance in the rear view mirror and can see Dean is out cold but scooted as far towards the middle of the backseat as the seat belt would allow so he could have one hand hooked onto the side of Sammy’s car seat.
When his eyes skip back sideways, he’s not surprised to see Mary is still awake and watching him. She has a smear of coal black on her forehead that makes John think of church and her voice sounded singed when she was talking to the cops and refusing to go to the hospital.
“Something happened,” John says, gripping the wheel hard. “I need… I need to know what happened.”
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