Authors Note: No comment. I actually have nothing to say. o.o
Summary: A different take on the events with Jimmy and how both Richie and Virgil coped with it. Slash in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I doth not own Static Shock nor any of it's characters.
Fear. The sudden feeling of being insecure or unsure. It's a natural feeling of vulnerability.
A memory of a time not long ago and place not much for forgettable. Still, as he is now, not quite sure of what to make of these events. The kidnappings, the robberies, the shootings. All of them. One in particular still pains him at the mere thought.
Pain. The pain shot up and down his leg. The sweltering heat like the intensity of a thousand suns ripped through him once, twice, thrice. Gasping for air that burned and cut his lungs.
Shreds of what seems like millenniums passed as the crowd grew bigger and the sobs grew louder.
It was quick, but painful, Like a bullet through a head. Wait, never mind, the bullet was in his leg.
The faint sirens blaring in the near distance. The vague scream of said siren grew louder with each labored breath.
The beat of a heart slowed its pace as a pulse slowly ceased.
Death were the only thoughts that rummaged his mind, if not at the least, an amputation? Worried, such a word. Why worry? 'Twas only a huge hunk metal burrowed beneath his flesh and tissue. Another thought quickly raised through the boys mind. Something of a quote a man once said, 'what doesn't kill us can only make us stronger'. (What kind of sadomasochist saying is that anyway? Sounds like the bloody lad lost it if you ask me! Feh. Freaking lunatics getting famous off all that rubbish and whatnot.)
'Virgil… Where is Virgil?' Those words raced through his mind. 'V? ….help, V!' He screamed in his head as another tremor shot through his body.
His breath hitched as his eyes slowly closed. 'No, not now… I can't…where's V!?' He let out a choked sob and coughed. His knees buckled, although he was not standing and his breath hitched. It was white, everything went white, then black.
His eyes opened to see the inside of an ambulance and to the sound of his best friends voice. He quickly squeezed them shut. The lighting was not helping his major headache God. Was it just him or is it really hot? …Well, he was shot, most likely just him.
'Wait, what was V saying? …something about a monkey? …no…' Richie strained his voice to try and speak, but instead yelled out in agony. "…Oh god!" he hissed. "It hurts…"
"Rich!" Virgil was trying to get to his friend, but his father pushed him back. "..Pop! He's my best friend, you have to let me come!"
"I'm sorry Virgil." The doors were forcefully shut and locked as the car spend off towards the hospital.
'...Rich.'
Yet another short story. Wait, what's that? It's a multi-shot!? Lies! All lies!
Hehe. Surprise, surprise.