mistojen Advanced Vidder
Joined: 12 Jun 2006 Posts: 1699 Location: Corning, NY
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 8:08 am Post subject: Blood (Shannon-centric short) |
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Blood
A/N: written for prompt, "blood" for my claim at LJ community: 50_darkfics
God, it’s everywhere. It’s everywhere. I can still see his face, but it isn’t the face I know. It isn’t the face I think I loved. There’s so much...oh God, I can’t even say it. I can’t stop staring even though I feel like I might throw up. Jesus, couldn’t Jack have...I don’t know...cleaned him up a little better? I mean, I’m his sister, for all intents and purposes–-doesn’t Jack have the common sense to think that perhaps I wouldn’t want to remember him this way? All f***ed up? ...broken...?
And John...Locke, I mean. It was really nice of him to bring me Boone’s bag, but what kind of person does so dressed in a shirt covered in the departed loved one’s blood? There, I said it. Locke was soaked in Boone’s...blood. I wanted to cry, vomit, and f***ing hit him all at the same time, but I didn’t have the energy to do any of those things.
I never want to see it again. It means defeat. It means pain. It means death. If I never, ever have to see a drop of...blood...for the rest of my life...I will die a happy woman. _________________ avatar: Plastic!Winchester Theater by anteka @ LJ; icon by me
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