After all this time, I, Sith, have returned to Why? Really don't know why. So don't ask, please.
As you might have noticed, some of my fics are down. They were deleted somehow and as I don't have any back up data on any of them, they're lost as is. Sorry for the in convince, perhaps I'll have rewritten them and loaded? Might be better than the old versions.
Right now, I only bring this. Enjoy it if you're that desperate.
-Repercussion-
Actions have consequences.
There is a repercussion for every choice.
There is an end to every doing.
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The action was to force a child to do wrong. To do forbidden things in the night.
To steal. To kill.
To feel naked flesh on cool skin.
That was the action.
The consequence is fatal.
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A repercussion of a choice that connected to that child.
Before, it was
Criticism. Hatred. Scorn and disbelief. The never-ending anger of many.
However….now it's
Fear. Anguish. Frozen in shock.
At least, that's how you feel in the eyes of your punishment.
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When the end is near, you cannot stop it.
You cannot see it.
Nor can you predict its timing.
You won't know who will be doing it.
Or what for that matter.
You won't know until they're up in your face.
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It's now or never.
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Silence anger is the action of that boy.
A gunshot is the repercussion.