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tamingthemuseTitle: Closure
Fandom: Original
Genre(s): Drama & Tragedy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 561
Summary: In a moment's time her life is turned upside down and held at gunpoint - all because of a lifetime worth of lies.
Notes: This was written with no character or setting in mind - just an attempt at creating scene without any particular person, but that person is indeed in jeopardy.
Closure
She waits for the silence to break, for something to happen. She feels her heart pound like the cadence of rifle fire – rifle fire that she’s never heard in such a fashion. She finds herself confused by even supposing she knows that feeling is a correct assumption of her physical state. She knows it only from the stories she’s been told.
But she knows that her body is down on the pavement, her palms sweating as they try to hold her barely above the ground. She peers upwards at the scene unfolding and suddenly knows that everything she’s ever known is about to change.
Her mouth opens, trembling in devastation, but no words will come. She is in shock, struggling to surmount any explanation for the events that have occurred before her eyes. Is this all real, or is it just too real to bear at the present moment?
All her life, she has been sheltered, but given the choice to be free and make her own way. Never hindered by anyone but herself, she scrimped to find reasons as to why she could be unique. She wanted to find out if those extolling compliments from her deceased fiancée had real meaning – if they were qualified to be used on her.
She wanted to find out, but now the answer is dangled in front of her like the key to the door she’d found long ago, but couldn’t unlock just yet. She has the means to go through that door, but her heart is screaming for her to resist such temptation. This has all been one elaborate lie and she fell for it because she knew nothing else until this exact point in time.
A tear leaks out of her eye and drips down her face when her mind recalls the will to speak. “How could you do this to me?”
He looks straight into that same pair of eyes that just shed a tear of utter treachery, but he feels no regret tug at his heart. What he’s done, he’s done consciously and senses no remorse for her as he replies. “It was my job. I had to.”
The response is dry, but harsh. She feels colder now having heard it from his lips. “Don’t you feel sad at all about what you’ve done?”
Now he looks away as he walks out of the circle of soldiers that have surrounded her. He knows he can’t watch the rest of this tragedy unfold. “No, I don’t.”
She hears the clicking of the rifles moving to target positions, and in her body, an electric energy pushes to the top and bursts out in words just as the first bullet hits her back. “You’re lying!!”
Dozens of shells hit the ground before she does the same, her face turned down into the pavement from pain. But she isn’t ashamed of her life, only of the lie she was told for the past twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years of being told she was loved, special and creative were wasted because one man was “doing his job”.
But her life isn’t over yet and she finds the strength to turn her head just enough to make sure her expression of betrayal is seen. And he has turned to see her, tears raining from his cheeks before her eyes close to submit herself to the escaping closure.
Fandom: Original
Genre(s): Drama & Tragedy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 561
Summary: In a moment's time her life is turned upside down and held at gunpoint - all because of a lifetime worth of lies.
Notes: This was written with no character or setting in mind - just an attempt at creating scene without any particular person, but that person is indeed in jeopardy.
She waits for the silence to break, for something to happen. She feels her heart pound like the cadence of rifle fire – rifle fire that she’s never heard in such a fashion. She finds herself confused by even supposing she knows that feeling is a correct assumption of her physical state. She knows it only from the stories she’s been told.
But she knows that her body is down on the pavement, her palms sweating as they try to hold her barely above the ground. She peers upwards at the scene unfolding and suddenly knows that everything she’s ever known is about to change.
Her mouth opens, trembling in devastation, but no words will come. She is in shock, struggling to surmount any explanation for the events that have occurred before her eyes. Is this all real, or is it just too real to bear at the present moment?
All her life, she has been sheltered, but given the choice to be free and make her own way. Never hindered by anyone but herself, she scrimped to find reasons as to why she could be unique. She wanted to find out if those extolling compliments from her deceased fiancée had real meaning – if they were qualified to be used on her.
She wanted to find out, but now the answer is dangled in front of her like the key to the door she’d found long ago, but couldn’t unlock just yet. She has the means to go through that door, but her heart is screaming for her to resist such temptation. This has all been one elaborate lie and she fell for it because she knew nothing else until this exact point in time.
A tear leaks out of her eye and drips down her face when her mind recalls the will to speak. “How could you do this to me?”
He looks straight into that same pair of eyes that just shed a tear of utter treachery, but he feels no regret tug at his heart. What he’s done, he’s done consciously and senses no remorse for her as he replies. “It was my job. I had to.”
The response is dry, but harsh. She feels colder now having heard it from his lips. “Don’t you feel sad at all about what you’ve done?”
Now he looks away as he walks out of the circle of soldiers that have surrounded her. He knows he can’t watch the rest of this tragedy unfold. “No, I don’t.”
She hears the clicking of the rifles moving to target positions, and in her body, an electric energy pushes to the top and bursts out in words just as the first bullet hits her back. “You’re lying!!”
Dozens of shells hit the ground before she does the same, her face turned down into the pavement from pain. But she isn’t ashamed of her life, only of the lie she was told for the past twenty-seven years. Twenty-seven years of being told she was loved, special and creative were wasted because one man was “doing his job”.
But her life isn’t over yet and she finds the strength to turn her head just enough to make sure her expression of betrayal is seen. And he has turned to see her, tears raining from his cheeks before her eyes close to submit herself to the escaping closure.
