Who: Galvin & Gladys Gudgeon
What: :(
Where: Gladys' flat
When: Right now
"GLADYS! GLADYS!"
Vinny stumbled greatly into his sister's flat, knocking over a plant as he tried to gain his balance. What was the point, though? What was the bloody point, and the thought finally allowed his body to collapse onto the ground in the middle of the foyer, fumbling with the wireless dials on the console table. Where had he---he'd---Vinny let out some strange sounds, sounds of confusion and panic and complete and utter misery and nearly threw the radio into the wall, but he didn't have the strength.
He'd been up, he'd been waiting for her to come home so he put on some music to pass the time and keep himself up, it---it was just supposed to be some music----
"GLADYS!" he was nearly shrieking now, forgetting about Gemma or the neighbors or anything else. He needed his sister, he needed her now, because she was going to fix this, she was going to fix this and bring her---and bring her---back.
"Vin!" Gladys Gudgeon's voice rang out from the darkness, but soon the lights flickered on and Vinny was blinded. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees in front of him. Vinny could barely focus on his sister's frantic expression, but the sharp and frantic breaths made him reach out and grab hold of her, searching for something that could stop the pain, "VINNY!"
"THEY---SHE----SHE---"
"Vinny, what's wrong?" Gladys tried to say this in her calmest of tones, but just the sight of her brother was making her well up in tears, and the words came out in tightly constricted sounds. Gladys pressed her hands to the sides of her brother's face and attempted to calm his frantic expression, but a voice broke out from the wireless,
"Six bodies were found on the scene, and they're being identified as that of McKinnon, his wife, three children, and daughter-in-law. Sources can confirm that the---"
Gladys swiped the radio away, sending it skidding into the open closet, but Vinny had heard it all, and he let out a guttural moan as he folded over into himself. His sister wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around him, pressing her face into her brother's shoulders and whispering random, nonsense words but knowing all the time that nothing, nothing was going to fix this---
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