Why do things always get worse?
So a box showed up on our doorstep today. A cheerful, happy box. Shiny red paper, very neatly wrapped. I brought it into the apartment, opened the little nametag thing to see who it was for and from.
Four words: Happy Valentine's Day, Raven.
I got Poe, showed her the box. She refused to open it. Made me do it instead.
It was his head.
Donovan. His head. Screwtape sent Poe his head as a Valentine's Day "gift."
She...she screamed. And then locked up. Wouldn't move for a while. Just stood there, frozen, staring at the box (I had closed it up so she didn't have to see the head, of course). Didn't move. Didn't respond. Just stood there in shock for close to ten minutes. Have you ever see someone completely shut down for ten whole minutes? Watching someone do that for just long enough that it's noticeable is scary enough, but when it's ten whole minutes? I had put "91" into the phone five different times. I can't get anyone outside involved, though, because that brings all sorts of hell down on all of us. I was just about to call Zombie when she suddenly started moving again. Just wordlessly shuffled into her room and locked the door behind her.
That was...that was low, you bastard, even for you.
I'm calling Zombie anyway.
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-