Disclaimer: Why do I even bother? It's not mine. Happy? ::listens:: You
want me to say who it *does* belong to? Who gives a ::beep::? ::listens
some more:: Fine, fine. It belongs to Cameron and Eglee. Can I go now?
Author's Notes: Zack's thoughts during "Hit a Sista Back" when he's strangling Charlie. BTW, I love that part. I cheer for Zack every time. Charlie can kiss my keister. Anyway, this took a bit of effort to make it exactly 200 words (it was originally supposed to be 100), so reviews are appreciated. Heck, reviews are appreciated anyway. ::listens:: My notes are longer than the fic? Nah… Really? ::listens some more:: No, not really. Ha, you're funny. Not.
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I wanted to strangle him. For all that he was. For all that he had. And I could have. I could have slowly squeezed the life out of him and sent him to the land of no return. The power was there. I could feel it, the strength, the readiness, blood surging through my veins. It all came down to this. This single moment. Would normality triumph over me, or I over it?
What was strength and speed when I would never have what I really wanted, had always wanted? Even Max -- I know she could never love the way I want her to, but she doesn't even love me as a brother, not really. I'm just an unwanted burden, someone she feels she owes. That's what I am to all of them, when it really comes down to it.
They think I'm different from the rest of them, that I don't want a normal life. Wouldn't it just kill them to know the truth. That big bad Zack's not so big and bad after all. But I haven't gotten this far by being an idealist.
But then Max's eyes meet mine, and realization hits me.
Normality's already won.
Author's Notes: Zack's thoughts during "Hit a Sista Back" when he's strangling Charlie. BTW, I love that part. I cheer for Zack every time. Charlie can kiss my keister. Anyway, this took a bit of effort to make it exactly 200 words (it was originally supposed to be 100), so reviews are appreciated. Heck, reviews are appreciated anyway. ::listens:: My notes are longer than the fic? Nah… Really? ::listens some more:: No, not really. Ha, you're funny. Not.
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I wanted to strangle him. For all that he was. For all that he had. And I could have. I could have slowly squeezed the life out of him and sent him to the land of no return. The power was there. I could feel it, the strength, the readiness, blood surging through my veins. It all came down to this. This single moment. Would normality triumph over me, or I over it?
What was strength and speed when I would never have what I really wanted, had always wanted? Even Max -- I know she could never love the way I want her to, but she doesn't even love me as a brother, not really. I'm just an unwanted burden, someone she feels she owes. That's what I am to all of them, when it really comes down to it.
They think I'm different from the rest of them, that I don't want a normal life. Wouldn't it just kill them to know the truth. That big bad Zack's not so big and bad after all. But I haven't gotten this far by being an idealist.
But then Max's eyes meet mine, and realization hits me.
Normality's already won.