The
Virtual
Realm

Right Place, Wrong Time (R for violence)
Characters – Sheila
Prompt – Deathfic #24 Weakness
Word Count – 975
Warning – Character Death!!
Summary – It was an accident. Wasn't it?

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Right Place, Wrong Time
 
Sheila couldn’t let herself speak. She didn’t dare.
 
She couldn’t let herself reach out to touch him, if she touched him, it was real, the whole horrible, terrible scenario would be real. She tried to remind herself that Bobby was young, he don’t understand properly what he’d done. He hadn’t meant it. He didn’t really think that…
 
Sheila couldn’t say the words, even to herself. She just kept on looking at the dead body.
 
It was a moment of weakness, a moment of indecision for all of them. It wasn’t his fault. It could never be his fault; he was her little brother. He looked up to her. He trusted her and turned to her. He was her responsibility. So this… this horrible act wasn’t his fault, it was hers. She’d failed him. She’d let him down and driven him to kill.
 
Eric had surprised her; she hadn’t meant to scream and certainly not to draw attention to him. The past few weeks had been hard on them all, no rest, no peace, and no Portals. Tempers were fraying, and was it any surprise that they sought solitude when they could?
 
But how was she going to explain? How was she going to tell the others what had happened?
 
She shivered.
 
They would know. Surely, they would figure out what had gone on, and what had gone wrong. Hank would know, the moment he saw her, she had always been so bad at lying to him before. They would know.
 
They would know that she had let her brother kill. They would know that she had failed.
 
Her brother was standing next to the fallen Cavalier, not looking down but watching her. His eyes showed no fear, and no remorse, no guilt or pain; they showed no emotion at all.
 
Yes, he over-reacted, and now Eric was dead. But they couldn’t blame him. He was just a child, he hadn’t meant to hurt anyone. He would never hurt anyone deliberately.
No, not deliberately. He hadn’t really hurt anyone before. Not really hurt. And not deliberately. No, not deliberately.
 
It was an accident. A simple, stupid, unstoppable accident.
 
She looked at the body for a few moments. Just an accident.
 
She couldn’t let the others find out, even if it was just an accident. They would probably over-react, especially considering how tense everyone was after that fight in Mistral. And that hadn’t been Bobby’s fault either, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So she couldn’t let the others find out about this. This was much, much worse.
 
First, she had ordered her brother to wash the Club in the stream. He’d tried to argue, but she was firm. She told him to wash himself carefully too, and get all the small spatters of blood off his clothes and his bare arms. As Bobby washed in the stream, she walked over to the Cavalier and looked down at him, trying to see beyond the broken remains of one of her closest friends, thinking about what she had to do.
 
The way the body way lying made it look like he’d fallen but for the wound on his head; or rather the way his head had been virtually obliterated.
 
Bobby must have been so afraid for her. He’d come charging out of the bushes, frantically shouting her name. It had been dark, the light of the moons wasn’t really enough to see by. It was no wonder that he had mistaken Eric for a marauding bandit. There was no real blame. He had just been in the wrong place at the wrong moment. Bobby couldn’t have been expected to know.
 
But it was impossible to pretend that it had been an accident. No. There was nothing that she could do to cover up the crushed parts.
 
She had to make it look like someone else had killed him. She had to make it look like a random attack. They shouldn’t be too surprised at that, they were attacked all the time here after all. It was her only choice.
 
It had to look like someone jumped on him.
 
But why? What was the motive? There was the Shield, but it was now underneath the dead body and she couldn’t get to it. Besides, she couldn’t do anything with it even if she did get to it. Maybe they would be too shocked by what had happened to ask any difficult questions.
 
She couldn’t leave the body like that, though. She had to make it seem more brutal.
The Thief walked to the line of the trees, picked up the largest rock she could lift and carried it back over to Eric. She didn’t dare stop in case her nerve failed or she dropped the rock in the wrong place.
 
But she had to close her eyes, but she couldn’t stop her ears to the sickening, wet crunch and the rock struck its target.
 
She stood there for a moment, almost in prayer, before forcing herself to look at what she’d done.
 
It seemed fine; as if Eric had been killed by the rock, not the Club. It seemed fine. It was going to be fine.
 
Bobby was watching her every movement with bright eager eyes. She had thought he would turn away, but he remained staring at her, the rock and the body with the same blank, empty expression he had had when facing Venger at the Dragon’s Graveyard.
That’s it. It was done. They had no reason to stay here.
 
‘C’mon, Bobby,’ she said. ‘Let’s go.’
 
The Barbarian waded back out of the water slowly, and marched off back to the trees without looking back.
 
Sheila paused, her close momentarily closed, then she followed her brother back to the edge of the forest, and back to the camp.
 
She didn’t look back either.