04.10.08
The Fool and the Rose Queen.
Kathleen always avoided the Fool – which wasn’t all that hard, given how seldom he visited Arkham. Still, he did show up occasionally, and when he did, she avoided him like the plague.
He might be able to fool others, but he couldn’t fool her.
Kathleen rounded the bend on River Park Road, and came face-to-face with the last person she expected to see. The Fool.
He was perched on one of the many boulders that lined this section of the river, precariously close to the rushing water of the Miskatonic. His strange eyes, glowing an unnerving deep green in the twilight, were fixed on Kathleen.
Talia and Roland rounded the bend behind Kathleen, nearly knocking her over. The Fool’s stare never wavered. Kathleen never moved.
The Fool did.
His bare hand slid around Kathleen’s throat, and her entire form wavered, then vanished entirely. A shower of thick, pale yellow liquid – the last of the immortality serum – rained down on the three remaining figures. The Fool vanished just before the serum struck him.
Talia and Roland simply stared, too shocked to move.
Kathleen didn’t mind, really.
