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Sep. 25th, 2005 03:33 pmBilly moved through the bar and then to the stairs and up them. By the time he was at the top he was running and sniffling. By the time he was in his room, he began to cry.
Billy Batson aka Captain Marvel, a thirteen year old gifted with the powers of Gods and heroes, who has spent his every waking moment since getting those powers saving others, still is pretty slow at social interaction. In point of fact, he sucks at it. Badly. He also has an extremely advanced conscience, so when the wisdom of Solomon tells him he has inadvertently hurt another, harmed them in some way, it strikes to his core. It is against everything he believes to hurt or harm another and the very thought hurts him.
And now, as a kid, without that wisdom, he lays on his bed, crying, unsure what to do or how to make things right. Along with that pain is a small but growing fear. if things were harmed enough, then will she tell his secret? He had thought she was a safe one, but things went so horribly bad and people do leave this place, and that means his secret could get out. His family could get hurt. And it would be his fault.
The very thought makes him sick to his stomach and is enough to drive him to the restroom to cough and throw up for long minutes. Afterwards he shakily stagers back to his bed, still crying, and falls to the bed, curling up. For long minutes that become an hour, he cries, trying to think and failing to figure anything else out, until at last sleep reaches out and sucks him down into darkness.
Billy Batson aka Captain Marvel, a thirteen year old gifted with the powers of Gods and heroes, who has spent his every waking moment since getting those powers saving others, still is pretty slow at social interaction. In point of fact, he sucks at it. Badly. He also has an extremely advanced conscience, so when the wisdom of Solomon tells him he has inadvertently hurt another, harmed them in some way, it strikes to his core. It is against everything he believes to hurt or harm another and the very thought hurts him.
And now, as a kid, without that wisdom, he lays on his bed, crying, unsure what to do or how to make things right. Along with that pain is a small but growing fear. if things were harmed enough, then will she tell his secret? He had thought she was a safe one, but things went so horribly bad and people do leave this place, and that means his secret could get out. His family could get hurt. And it would be his fault.
The very thought makes him sick to his stomach and is enough to drive him to the restroom to cough and throw up for long minutes. Afterwards he shakily stagers back to his bed, still crying, and falls to the bed, curling up. For long minutes that become an hour, he cries, trying to think and failing to figure anything else out, until at last sleep reaches out and sucks him down into darkness.
