Eyes of a Tragedy

The house was steadily becoming emptier. It hadn't been very full to begin with, but as she slowly pawned off, packed, or otherwise removed the few belongings that had been around, it was...

It seemed to be getting bigger.

Now, Kerrigan sat quietly on the couch, Mustang-the-kitten making a home of her lap, and stared at the wall.

[ open to five ]

The past few hours, Kerrigan had been nursing some mild bruises and enjoying the simple peace, quiet, and generally LED-lit darkness of her home.

It was a little while after radio that it happened- that's when she felt the disturbance crash over her like a wave. She frowned, lurched forwards, pushed back--

--and it left her mind as quickly as it had come.

She sat still, arms outstretched, knuckles white where her fingers fisted into the fabric, breathing shallowly for a few long, hoarse moments.

Then she rolled off the couch and dashed into the control centre, wondering if someone somewhere had thrown a psi emitter onto the premises, wondering what the hell they were thinking, and wondering how badly she was going to have to kick their butts to get rid of the hellish thing.

[ just establishy; kerrigan will be taking readings and puzzling over data until I return ]