Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my sick mind.
Warning: language, violance
A/N: Just a little something that popped into my mind after seeing the movie. Proof that I have a life outside Crisis Core, I guess. Not beta read. Probably sucks, but when Tyler talks to you, you shut up and write. You be the judge how authentic his voice is.
Jack. You little shit.
Who would've thought? That you would have the guts to pull the trigger.
I am your guts, after all.
Hell, everything you have you got from me. Your men, your reputation, the bloody freedom you didn't even dare to dream about. What you are afraid to understand.
I even fucked that stupid flipped cunt because you perfect little cocksucker were too much of a pansy to do it yourself.
Just looking at the two of you holding hands as my perfect plan enfolds makes me feel like throwing up.
Fuck, my head hurts. You bastard. You fucking bastard.
Hahahaha.
Oh Jack, you should know by now that I strive on pain. Don't worry, I'll be there to pull the broomstick out of your conformist lily white ass.
Like that one time in the basement. Do you remember it, the taste of blood, sweat and semen?
Of course you do. You just keep telling yourself it was a dream.
I only do what you want me to do, you know that.
You think it's over now? I am Jack's single serve happy ending?
You wear my mark, Jack. Always.
You are so pathetic, whining all the time, I'm so fed up with your stupid shit, Marla, Bob... what of Angelface, you goddamn boy scout? Scream at me all you want, you hypocrite fucker, but it was you who turned his face into pulp, not me.
God, let me lick that blood from your neck.
Screw you, screw you, Jack.
You are not beautiful, you are not a perfect little snowflake, you son of a bitch.
You are not strong. You are not possessive.
I am.
You want me gone, you pathetic little wretch? No such luck. You need me too much, Jack. That is why I'm still here. I knew you couldn't do it.
You don't dare to die. Not yet.
You think this was it? My great plan?
God, do you realise how pitifully see-through you are?
Yeah, sigh in relief, Jack. Tell her it's going to be all right.
Damn right it will. I'll be there to make sure about that. There is still a lot for us to do, Jack.
Just push the damn whore out the window, you know it will be beautiful to watch her fall. Maybe I feel like destroying something beautiful too.
This grin I can't help.
There is a Corvette parked behind this glass shithole. Red. Just my color.
Before those fires are out, I have a plane to catch.
See you there, Jack.