I have no idea how I got this idea for this story so go with it. Warnings: Suicide, dark and depressing themes. Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint even though I wish that I did.
'Scorpio' a deadly word, a word that kills a person and a word that rips apart another piece of a soul of another person.
For Ed Lane the ripping of the soul is a true reality. A cruel reality that followed after the seven letter word 'Scorpio' which was ordered by his boss Greg Parker.
His soul has been ripped a few too many times, which is why he is standing on a bridge looking over the choppy waters of the river.
The ripping of his soul brought him to this moment because of all of the people he has shot because they could not be saved, or the people who had died when he or his team could have saved them.
Nobody can save him right now, not even Greg or the rest of the team, he is hopeless and tired of fighting the darkness in his soul, if they could not help him not even Sophia or his son Clark can save him now. His family cannot save him because he never shows them the trauma and hurt his soul has endured in the last few years. He is unsaveable right now and cannot be helped, he is already dead in his own eyes and now one knows how he is feeling right now and cannot help him and figure out what he is feeling right now. This is his only option.
Even though Greg repeatedly said that he would be able to help him Greg would not be able to because he doesn't understand or know the guilt of killing people that didn't need to die in the first place, and he is too far gone to be saved right now.
As he looks at the river the breeze picks up and it sends a shiver down his spine. He moves up to the railing slowly taking it one step at a time. As he comes to the railing he looks over the railing and looks down at the choppy river and takes a deep breath, he is ready to do this. He climbs over the railing slowly being sure that he does not slip and falls before he is ready. He takes a deep breath as he looks out further down the river and he tells himself that he is ready to do this. He tells himself that it is for the greater good of people that he does this.
He lets go of the railing slowly and falls forward through the cold night air. As the water comes rushing forward to meet him he feels relieved that he finally jumped and didn't chicken out.
He hits the water hard and the water rushes up his nose and into his open mouth. As he slips underwater he looks up into the night sky and the bridge that he jumped off and he smiles relieved that his pain and guilt that he feels every day will soon be over and done with.
The water is cold to the touch as he sinks further into the depths of the river. The water presses on his chest and he fights his body's natural reaction to the cold and keeps sinking further and further into the depths. As the cold water draws out the last of his energy and he closes his eyes as he thinks I am finally free and there will be no more pain or ghosts left in his life to pull him down any more and no one will ever die at the hands of me anymore. As he sinks to the bottom of the dark river he is gone, never to breathe again.
Wow, very dark indeed, please review.