Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
For the first part of the story…tehirschler.tumblr.com/Linc
With each breath his throat made a crackly noise and he wondered if the would be permanant. Linc tried to get to his feet, but he found that when he was half way up he became light headed and had to go back down on one knee. He tried to take deep breaths to clear his head, but he could only manage shallow, guppy breaths. Even still, he managed to get into stnading while using a tree to support himself. When he tried to take another breath be burst into a rattling cough and spit up a mass of blood clots and phlegm. He leaned with his back against the tree.
The gunman lay on his side where Linc had left him, his eyes closed and his body motionless. He knew that he should feel some guilt over what he had done to the gunman, the same as he had when he hurt Terrance back in the interogation room, but he couldn't manage it. The gunman had meant to kill him, Linc had just beat him to it and he couldn't feel badly about that. Linc unstrapped his bullet-proof vest and let it drop to the ground with a thud and then wiped his face with his shirt.
He didn't need to look at this shirt to know that it was covered in blood. He staggered forward past the gunman and towards the water. When he reached the shore he knelt down and splashed cold water on his face. From what he had heard, the Duwamish River was full of sludge and industrial run off from the factories miles of factories that lined it, but he didn't care he still felt much cleaner when he was done. A crackle behind him startled him into attention. He searched around for a weapon, but he left them all back in the clearing; he had nothing to defend himself with.
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