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tamingthemuseTitle: Power and lies
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: Prompt 425 - Hecatomb
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: The wind blew gently in the streets, waving the long coats and hats of the pedestrians. Mike stood still in their flow, leaning against a wall.
The wind blew gently in the streets, waving the long coats and hats of the pedestrians. Mike stood still in their flow, leaning against a wall. A cigarette in his hand, he watched as the smoke vanished in the air. High above, lights were turned off as everybody left their office. In an hour’s time Mike would be alone in this street. He waited, patiently observing the diminishing crowd of office workers. The street lights remained, forming a long shadow from Mike’s feet.
‘Hello,’ he greeted his imaginary companion. ‘I haven’t seen you in a while.’
He brought a cigarette to his lips, lighting it slowly and inhaling a long breath, the red tip transforming his face into glowing amber.
‘You’re early,’ a voice commented from the shadow of an alley.
‘You’re late,’ Mike replied smiling to his friend as he emerged in the street.
‘A matter of perspective,’ the new comer commented. ‘In any case, I’m here now. Are you finally going to tell me what we’re here for?’
Mike nodded to the high building in front of them. ‘Jeremiah’s office?’
Mike heard his friend swallow. He flicked his cigarette still burning to the ground. ‘I know Freddie,’ he whispered. ‘But there are things the world needs to know.’
‘It’s the past Mike,’ Freddie exclaimed. ‘Just leave it there.’
Mike saw the first of his friend clench and the muscles of his arm tense. ‘If I could…’ he started and let his voice trail off. He rested a hand on the other man’s shoulder and squeezed it. ‘But there are things happening that we need to stop. The clogs of war are still turning. Jeremiah needs to be stopped.’
‘He’s just a secretary.’
‘That’s were you’re wrong. He knows about the hecatomb.’
‘Everybody does.’ Freddie’s voice trembled at the memories of his comrades lying dead in an empty field. The masses of their body entangled in an awkward mix of limbs, guts and blood.
’But not everybody knows that it wasn’t necessary for so many of us to die for the war to end.’
‘What do you mean?’
Mike remained silent for an instant, the images of the massacre as vivid in his mind as in his friend’s mind. He did not like the thought of stirring those memories back into the present but it had to be done, for Jack but most of all for Miranda.
‘Jeremiah knew the truth when he sent us to the field. It was a plot by General Former. He wanted the glory of the rescue.’
Freddie’s muscles relaxed as he tried to understand Mike’s words. ‘You mean…’
Mike nodded. ‘Yeah. Power and lies. There’s a whole agenda very few people know of. I’m one of them but I’m not in for the money. Will you help me?’
‘Of course,’ Freddie replied instantly. ‘But I don’t want to know. I have the semblance of a life now. This is just a favour.’
‘Understood,’ Mike solemnly replied. ‘Hopefully the last one I have to ask you.’ He extended a hand that Freddie shook firmly.
‘Let’s get robbing then.
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: Prompt 425 - Hecatomb
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: The wind blew gently in the streets, waving the long coats and hats of the pedestrians. Mike stood still in their flow, leaning against a wall.
The wind blew gently in the streets, waving the long coats and hats of the pedestrians. Mike stood still in their flow, leaning against a wall. A cigarette in his hand, he watched as the smoke vanished in the air. High above, lights were turned off as everybody left their office. In an hour’s time Mike would be alone in this street. He waited, patiently observing the diminishing crowd of office workers. The street lights remained, forming a long shadow from Mike’s feet.
‘Hello,’ he greeted his imaginary companion. ‘I haven’t seen you in a while.’
He brought a cigarette to his lips, lighting it slowly and inhaling a long breath, the red tip transforming his face into glowing amber.
‘You’re early,’ a voice commented from the shadow of an alley.
‘You’re late,’ Mike replied smiling to his friend as he emerged in the street.
‘A matter of perspective,’ the new comer commented. ‘In any case, I’m here now. Are you finally going to tell me what we’re here for?’
Mike nodded to the high building in front of them. ‘Jeremiah’s office?’
Mike heard his friend swallow. He flicked his cigarette still burning to the ground. ‘I know Freddie,’ he whispered. ‘But there are things the world needs to know.’
‘It’s the past Mike,’ Freddie exclaimed. ‘Just leave it there.’
Mike saw the first of his friend clench and the muscles of his arm tense. ‘If I could…’ he started and let his voice trail off. He rested a hand on the other man’s shoulder and squeezed it. ‘But there are things happening that we need to stop. The clogs of war are still turning. Jeremiah needs to be stopped.’
‘He’s just a secretary.’
‘That’s were you’re wrong. He knows about the hecatomb.’
‘Everybody does.’ Freddie’s voice trembled at the memories of his comrades lying dead in an empty field. The masses of their body entangled in an awkward mix of limbs, guts and blood.
’But not everybody knows that it wasn’t necessary for so many of us to die for the war to end.’
‘What do you mean?’
Mike remained silent for an instant, the images of the massacre as vivid in his mind as in his friend’s mind. He did not like the thought of stirring those memories back into the present but it had to be done, for Jack but most of all for Miranda.
‘Jeremiah knew the truth when he sent us to the field. It was a plot by General Former. He wanted the glory of the rescue.’
Freddie’s muscles relaxed as he tried to understand Mike’s words. ‘You mean…’
Mike nodded. ‘Yeah. Power and lies. There’s a whole agenda very few people know of. I’m one of them but I’m not in for the money. Will you help me?’
‘Of course,’ Freddie replied instantly. ‘But I don’t want to know. I have the semblance of a life now. This is just a favour.’
‘Understood,’ Mike solemnly replied. ‘Hopefully the last one I have to ask you.’ He extended a hand that Freddie shook firmly.
‘Let’s get robbing then.
