Asleep by Eve-the-Charlotte
Rated M for: Character death, swearing, and religious themes that I know someone out there is going to find offensive.
Pairing: Francis/Virgil; some Gear/Ferret too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock or Emily Browning's "Asleep."
*Drown&
There is another world. . . There is a better world. . .
&Drown*
Francis Stone felt like screaming, like dying, because he was so cold now. It was exactly 6 days, 8 hours, 9 minutes since Virgil Hawkins died. Francis could see it still in his mind's eye, haunting him, taunting him. . .
You couldn't save him. It was just another few feet. Why weren't you fast enough, Francis? Don't let me die, Frankie! Please, please save me! Catch me! Please!
Francis could see Virgil, whose eyes were widening just a little as he realized his miscalculation. Virgil was landing face down on the cement, because Francis couldn't move just a few feet more in just a short span of time. Virgil's brains spilled out on the sidewalk, as the populace of Dakota City looks in horror. Gear dies too, because he is frozen in the wrong place as the crook aims his gun at the blonde and fires. Luke, Ferret, whatever the fuck he wants to be called at this point, he's in the psych ward of the police department because he wouldn't let go of his husband's body and actually tore out some poor cop schmuck's eye when the man attempted to grab Gear away from the feral meta's arms. Too bad they couldn't see Francis dying too.
Cameron and Helena, his two babies, only five and now they're half-orphaned. Or maybe they're all orphaned, because Francis hasn't been home in a week. The fire-starter just been slumming it in a cheap motel just outside of the city. He couldn't go home; he didn't know what he would be like when he finally faced the kids, the twin boy and girl that reminded Francis so much of Virgil the man didn't think he could bear it. As it was, Francis was surrounded by all these bottles of cheap liquor that people like Virgil would turn up their noses at. But Francis Stone was born into this sort of place, with Virgil being the only one to lift him up to a higher, brighter, simply better place. But now Virgil was dead and gone and Francis felt like giving in.
All the liquor was making Francis dizzy and nauseous as fuck but the red-haired man didn't care anymore. All he wanted to do was drown, into the cool embrace of a forever sort of sleep. All his life, beginning with his mamma and ending with Virgil, Francis had been told that there was a better world beyond this one. Francis knew, even in his drunken haze, that that was where Virgil was now, up among the stars and the moon and the angels that sang the eternal "Hallelujah!"
Francis felt the black begin to sleep into his vision, which he enjoyed. Peace was coming upon him, and Virgil was now with him, in front of him, with arms spread out to embrace him, highlighted with glowing white angel wings that only emphasized Virgil's purity. Francis threw his arms around his spectral love and then everything went black.
*Asleep*
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