Invincible
By Sylvia Sylverton
Disclamer: I don't own the movie Collateral. If I did then Vince definately wouldn't have died that way.
So this was what it was like to die. For some reason he had always imagined death to be so much more than this dull gray mist. Where was the pomp, the welcome mat, didn't he at least deserve a bright white light. It was his own fault he supposed he never thought that he would end up like this, dead on a Subway of all places. But if he got down to the bare bone of things he never really expected to die. That is why after his father died he had named himself Vince to remind himself of the frailty of life, to remind himself that he could prevail over any of life's little unexpected curveballs. He had thought himself to be invincible, but a single bullet to his chest had done him in. His father must be rolling around in his grave laughing at him. He survived a car accident without a seatbelt on without a scratch he might add, and then his ear practically got blown off. But was it any of those things that killed him, negative, ironically it was a chest wound that killed him. It wasn't fair. But he must remember that life although beautiful was seldom fair. He had forgotten that small fact. Perhaps he should thank the man that had killed him. For in death he had realized life's greatest lessons, and that like his chosen name states he will prevail even in death. Maybe he should send Max a nice fruit basket, or maybe not. After all he didn't want anyone to think that his own death had made him go soft.
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