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Instead of drugging David, Lisa goes for a more immediate solution once Father Corelli has left.
October episode of David Vincent's monthly death, based on Storm.
Written for the Killing a character once a month of 2021 AO3 challenge.
The Invaders is more about psychological horror than body horror. So instead of the 10th prompt, “Lightning”, here's some classical cerebral haemorrhage murder. Because in 12 deaths, David just has to die of it at some point.
This story is also available on AO3.
David Vincent opened his eyes when he heard Lisa open the door and come into the bedroom.
"How are you feeling, David?" she asked in her usual meek voice. "I brought you more tea, it should help you feel better. Here, let me help you sit up," she offered, setting the tray on the bedside table and leaning towards him.
Just as she approached her hand from his neck, he glimpsed the metallic disc in her palm; his fist connected with her chest and she stumbled back with a groan. David pushed the sheets away and leapt to his feet but as he went to grab Lisa's arm, the world spun around him. The alien didn't waste a second, slamming the killer disc on the nape of his neck. After an instant of frozen time, David fell to the floor, dead.
Lisa panted, slowly calming herself, and hid the weapon in her pocket again, then she went back downstairs.
Father Joe Corelli found Lisa sobbing on the couch. Immediately, he ran to her with concern. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"It's David…" she chocked, lifting a teary gaze to the ceiling. "I think he's… He is…" She pretended to struggle to collect herself and elaborated, "I was bringing him more tea, and he started saying more nonsense. I tried to keep him in bed but he stood up and flailed, then he collapsed, and…" She concluded in a broken voice, "I couldn't find a pulse…"
Joe eyes widened. Refusing to accept David's death just yet, he dashed upstairs to check on him, Lisa on his heels. But no doubt was possible, and the priest stood back up.
He shook his head in shock and grief. "The concussion must've been worse than Wally thought. I should've brought him to the hospital when he proved to be delirious." He paused, then went on, "First Ed, now David…"
Lisa put a light hand on Joe's arm. "Don't blame yourself, Father. You couldn't have known."
The sound of the intensifying wind outside brought their attention back to their own predicament. "We should seek shelter in the inn," Lisa urged.
Joe, however, had a different idea. He glanced to David's remains before looking to Lisa. "Go. I'll be joining you shortly."
She frowned. "But what about you? The storm's going to hit very soon."
"I want to give a prayer for David at the church. Don't worry, I won't be long."
The alien felt a lump in her throat. Her people had installed the storm's control station in the church, Father Corelli couldn't be allowed to discover the truth. "Please come with me," she insisted. "I'd be too afraid to leave you behind."
Seeing her distressed air, he relented. "Alright," he sighed. "I'll do it once the storm has passed."
Joe and Lisa, along with of the town's people, stepped out of the inn to a sight of devastation outside –blown houses, uprooted trees, upturned cars… Everywhere their sight went, all they saw was destruction. This time, the hurricane hadn't spared St. Matthew Beach.
While the survivors were assessing the damage and checked who of their fellow townspeople hadn't made it to the inn, they received a worse news by radio: the entire West coast had been hit, even more harsher up North. Washington and New York were in ruins. The President had gone missing, along with half the government.
A shroud of silence fell upon the crowd before turning into panic. Among the hysteria, Lisa saw Joe walk with intent and rushed after him. "Wait! The church may not be safe!" she warned. Truth was, she worried her people hadn't yet left. Even if they'd concealed the panel again, their presence would raise questions, questions she didn't want Father Corelli to think about.
"I'll be fine, Lisa. You can stay here if you prefer but it's my duty to pray for David and all the other victims' souls, and to ask God to give us wisdom in what's to come."
As Joe pushed open the church's door, Lisa slipped a hand in her pocket and took the cerebral haemorrhage-inducing disc. To her relief, however, the building was empty; she let out a breath and put away the weapon as she followed him inside.
The priest must have sensed her change of mood, because he turned tired, but fond eyes to her. "The house of God feels comforting after everything that has happened, doesn't it?"
She looked up to him. "I'm just glad it's over, Father, and that we're both fine."
THE END
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