Seth came to that night to smoke thick enough he was choking on it. The air smelled acidic, burnt ozone and something unnatural that he couldn't place. It wasn't burning wood like he smelled from fireplaces but something metal and chemical all mixed together.
There's no time to think about it though. Tossing back the blankets and scrambling out of bed, feet tangling in the sheets as he kicked and thrashed to try and shove them away. Fighting against his own bed clothing, crying out as he scrambled out of bed, racing to the living room.
Seth watches it all, knowing what comes next. Seeing his father passed out on the couch, guns laying on the table in front of him next to his smokes and crushed cans. Richie grabbing his hand, tugging him towards the door. Hesitating, not knowing what to do, watching his dad laying there as he rushes out the door.
The first time he follows them out. Finding himself in a hallway, but one that doesn't reek of cabbage rolls and last week's dinner. Standing there, panting for a breath of clean, clear air.
It isn't long though before he turns, going back in. He wants to look again. He wants to try and see where the fire started. What kind of accelerant was used. He needs to know if his dad was still breathing, and if he had been killed before the fire ever started. He needed to see the truth, to know how Richie did it.
Outside the room
Later Seth can be found wandering. He's likely not sober though he found Lux locked and had spent ten minutes cursing over that. Any time he finds a public closet, he's getting alcohol. All the week's sent Richie left he'd stayed sober but fuck that. That wasn't happened now.
Seth Gecko
Seth came to that night to smoke thick enough he was choking on it. The air smelled acidic, burnt ozone and something unnatural that he couldn't place. It wasn't burning wood like he smelled from fireplaces but something metal and chemical all mixed together.
There's no time to think about it though. Tossing back the blankets and scrambling out of bed, feet tangling in the sheets as he kicked and thrashed to try and shove them away. Fighting against his own bed clothing, crying out as he scrambled out of bed, racing to the living room.
Seth watches it all, knowing what comes next. Seeing his father passed out on the couch, guns laying on the table in front of him next to his smokes and crushed cans. Richie grabbing his hand, tugging him towards the door. Hesitating, not knowing what to do, watching his dad laying there as he rushes out the door.
The first time he follows them out. Finding himself in a hallway, but one that doesn't reek of cabbage rolls and last week's dinner. Standing there, panting for a breath of clean, clear air.
It isn't long though before he turns, going back in. He wants to look again. He wants to try and see where the fire started. What kind of accelerant was used. He needs to know if his dad was still breathing, and if he had been killed before the fire ever started. He needed to see the truth, to know how Richie did it.
Outside the room
Later Seth can be found wandering. He's likely not sober though he found Lux locked and had spent ten minutes cursing over that. Any time he finds a public closet, he's getting alcohol. All the week's sent Richie left he'd stayed sober but fuck that. That wasn't happened now.