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tamingthemuseTitle: One to Six
Fandom: Original
Genre(s): Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 731
Summary: She took the bullet for him, but won't tell anyone why.
Notes: Again, written solely to experiment with situations and extremes, so there are no definite characters or settings here.
One to Six
She took a bullet for him and she won’t tell the news media why. That’s her secret to keep, and she’ll keep it until she dies.
The projectile had nestled itself into her right shoulder, tearing through flesh and muscle tissue, but she had taken it gladly. It crippled her to the point that she lost the ability to do any of her more strenuous activities, but she’d live with it.
Many nights of dealing with the discomfort plagued her dreams, turning them into haunting nightmares of the incident in which she took that bullet. The unearthly sound of one man patrolling the halls while they hid in the dark room echoed in the back of her mind, but she’d think of his voice to chase the ominous resonations away.
He kept her calm in those long forty-three minutes while they waited for the medics and police to arrive. Stories of growing up numbed the distress of the moment, while vehement profanities were slung mercilessly along the walls just outside their haven of safety.
She remembers being languid and barely conscious the entire time, surprised that cowardice and fear didn’t overcome her in those moments. He was equally impressed that she was so steadfast and quiet, whereas most girls would be whimpering and crying from the pain.
He looked from the faint light in the window of the office door to her, catching her steadily breathing form appear like a shadow against the wall. The blood had no doubt seeped through the jacket he gave her and would likely leave a stain for the news media to go wild over.
“This is probably an obvious question…” He had started the sentence nervously, eyes bouncing back and forth between her and the door. The cursing outside was growing louder. “But… why’d you do it?”
Her eyes blinked slowly and she smiled in the same fashion. “It’s what any decent person would’ve done. I was in the right place at the right time.”
Another string of obscenities resounded in the halls followed by a thunderous amount of random gunfire fired at concrete walls. The hunter was getting all the more closer and fear was starting to clench at the hunted’s heart.
“That’s everyone’s answer,” he said in disappointment, shaking his head before stealthily moving towards the window to sneak a peek outside. The lights were so dim he struggled to make out shapes and images in the darkness, but another few sparks from gunfire made the hunter’s position – just around the corner.
“Is it really? I don’t watch the news or movies anymore to know if that’s so…” she replied, still smiling. Lethargy was setting in and rolling away morbid thoughts of death to be buried in the deep recesses of her subconscious. The pain was there, but she wasn’t dwelling on it – she couldn’t, because it was pain she was bearing in his place.
He moved from the door and quickly to her side to scoop her up, feeling the warmth of her blood saturate his fingers and the cuff of his shirt. “I did it for you,” she told him as he secured her in his arms before darting to the back of the room where he hoped the closet door would be unlocked.
More shells were expended in the hallways, metal clattering onto the floor to put a time stamp on his location.
“I did it for you because I could. You made me see my world come alive with color, excitement and hope. If I hadn’t done that, who knows if your death would’ve taken that same joy from someone else?”
The closet wasn’t cramped, but it was cold. Only the firm grip of his hand gave her warmth before he shut her inside. “You saved my life, now I’ll return the favor,” he had said just as he closed the door, leaving her in complete darkness to listen to the scuffle outside.
An hour later, when led out of the building by uniformed men, she started to feel the bullet and the pain that accompanied it. Reporters dressed in every color flocked towards her, while flashes of red and blue stung her crying eyes. They wanted to know why she took the bullet for him, but she would never tell them.
Because he took six for her and couldn’t tell them why he did, so why should she?
Fandom: Original
Genre(s): Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 731
Summary: She took the bullet for him, but won't tell anyone why.
Notes: Again, written solely to experiment with situations and extremes, so there are no definite characters or settings here.
She took a bullet for him and she won’t tell the news media why. That’s her secret to keep, and she’ll keep it until she dies.
The projectile had nestled itself into her right shoulder, tearing through flesh and muscle tissue, but she had taken it gladly. It crippled her to the point that she lost the ability to do any of her more strenuous activities, but she’d live with it.
Many nights of dealing with the discomfort plagued her dreams, turning them into haunting nightmares of the incident in which she took that bullet. The unearthly sound of one man patrolling the halls while they hid in the dark room echoed in the back of her mind, but she’d think of his voice to chase the ominous resonations away.
He kept her calm in those long forty-three minutes while they waited for the medics and police to arrive. Stories of growing up numbed the distress of the moment, while vehement profanities were slung mercilessly along the walls just outside their haven of safety.
She remembers being languid and barely conscious the entire time, surprised that cowardice and fear didn’t overcome her in those moments. He was equally impressed that she was so steadfast and quiet, whereas most girls would be whimpering and crying from the pain.
He looked from the faint light in the window of the office door to her, catching her steadily breathing form appear like a shadow against the wall. The blood had no doubt seeped through the jacket he gave her and would likely leave a stain for the news media to go wild over.
“This is probably an obvious question…” He had started the sentence nervously, eyes bouncing back and forth between her and the door. The cursing outside was growing louder. “But… why’d you do it?”
Her eyes blinked slowly and she smiled in the same fashion. “It’s what any decent person would’ve done. I was in the right place at the right time.”
Another string of obscenities resounded in the halls followed by a thunderous amount of random gunfire fired at concrete walls. The hunter was getting all the more closer and fear was starting to clench at the hunted’s heart.
“That’s everyone’s answer,” he said in disappointment, shaking his head before stealthily moving towards the window to sneak a peek outside. The lights were so dim he struggled to make out shapes and images in the darkness, but another few sparks from gunfire made the hunter’s position – just around the corner.
“Is it really? I don’t watch the news or movies anymore to know if that’s so…” she replied, still smiling. Lethargy was setting in and rolling away morbid thoughts of death to be buried in the deep recesses of her subconscious. The pain was there, but she wasn’t dwelling on it – she couldn’t, because it was pain she was bearing in his place.
He moved from the door and quickly to her side to scoop her up, feeling the warmth of her blood saturate his fingers and the cuff of his shirt. “I did it for you,” she told him as he secured her in his arms before darting to the back of the room where he hoped the closet door would be unlocked.
More shells were expended in the hallways, metal clattering onto the floor to put a time stamp on his location.
“I did it for you because I could. You made me see my world come alive with color, excitement and hope. If I hadn’t done that, who knows if your death would’ve taken that same joy from someone else?”
The closet wasn’t cramped, but it was cold. Only the firm grip of his hand gave her warmth before he shut her inside. “You saved my life, now I’ll return the favor,” he had said just as he closed the door, leaving her in complete darkness to listen to the scuffle outside.
An hour later, when led out of the building by uniformed men, she started to feel the bullet and the pain that accompanied it. Reporters dressed in every color flocked towards her, while flashes of red and blue stung her crying eyes. They wanted to know why she took the bullet for him, but she would never tell them.
Because he took six for her and couldn’t tell them why he did, so why should she?
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Date: 2012-08-04 02:39 pm (UTC)