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rainbowfic2012-09-21 12:44 am
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-09-21 12:44 am
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Heart Gold 2
Author: geena
Color: Heart Gold 2. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. - John Keats
Styles and Supplies: Oils and stain ("I didn't really say everything I said").
Word Count: 343
Rating: PG-13 (for violence)
Story: _____; the title of this story is Discharged.
Summary: He takes matters into his own hands.
Notes: This takes place after Jason and after the events in Three and On Her Own. Trigger warnings for gun violence and non-descriptive injuries from such.
***
The problem solves itself.
His father's gun, located in a box beneath the head of the master bed, is kept loaded for reasons he'd rather not think about. The heft of it as he cradles it in his hand is alarming, bringing home the reality of what he is about to do. There is no turning back, the weapon seems to tell him. This is it, this is the moment.
He checks the hallway before slipping out of his father's room and into his own. A few seconds' inspection makes sure that the safety (ha!) is on. He carefully places the gun in his bag before hesitating and removing all of his books and pens, leaving only an extra shirt and it.
The drive is dishearteningly normal.
The thing of the matter is, despite everything, she needs him. He has turned her back on her, and that is unforgivable. She is pregnant, by her own words, and she is utterly alone thanks to his selfishness. He knows what has happened to her, what position she is in. He knows everything now and still he must live with the fact that he sent her away.
This cannot stand.
He arrives at his destination before he is ready. The next ten minutes are spent circling the block over and over while he does his best to stop shaking, damn it, stop it right this instant. Once he feels as sure as he ever will, he parks the car, turns off the ignition, and waits.
A mere half-hour and the time has come. He's not ready for this. He doesn't want to do this. He has no choice and he must make amends.
Striding up the walk, he yells, "Hey! Hey, you!"
He is detached and watching from above, unable to recognize this young man that is screaming and brandishing a gun. How did it come to this?, he wonders, before remembering her and the look in her eyes when he left her alone for the last time.
The weapon discharges. Jason is shot.
He runs.
***
geenaColor: Heart Gold 2. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. - John Keats
Styles and Supplies: Oils and stain ("I didn't really say everything I said").
Word Count: 343
Rating: PG-13 (for violence)
Story: _____; the title of this story is Discharged.
Summary: He takes matters into his own hands.
Notes: This takes place after Jason and after the events in Three and On Her Own. Trigger warnings for gun violence and non-descriptive injuries from such.
***
The problem solves itself.
His father's gun, located in a box beneath the head of the master bed, is kept loaded for reasons he'd rather not think about. The heft of it as he cradles it in his hand is alarming, bringing home the reality of what he is about to do. There is no turning back, the weapon seems to tell him. This is it, this is the moment.
He checks the hallway before slipping out of his father's room and into his own. A few seconds' inspection makes sure that the safety (ha!) is on. He carefully places the gun in his bag before hesitating and removing all of his books and pens, leaving only an extra shirt and it.
The drive is dishearteningly normal.
The thing of the matter is, despite everything, she needs him. He has turned her back on her, and that is unforgivable. She is pregnant, by her own words, and she is utterly alone thanks to his selfishness. He knows what has happened to her, what position she is in. He knows everything now and still he must live with the fact that he sent her away.
This cannot stand.
He arrives at his destination before he is ready. The next ten minutes are spent circling the block over and over while he does his best to stop shaking, damn it, stop it right this instant. Once he feels as sure as he ever will, he parks the car, turns off the ignition, and waits.
A mere half-hour and the time has come. He's not ready for this. He doesn't want to do this. He has no choice and he must make amends.
Striding up the walk, he yells, "Hey! Hey, you!"
He is detached and watching from above, unable to recognize this young man that is screaming and brandishing a gun. How did it come to this?, he wonders, before remembering her and the look in her eyes when he left her alone for the last time.
The weapon discharges. Jason is shot.
He runs.
***
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Great job.
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Thank you!
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In any case: great job!
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Really, thank you so much.
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Also? I love your icon.
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jasdkaafsadl;sadf, you say the best things, really. Thank you!