So...I really should be working on my other story right now...But I had this idea for a one-shot and toyed around with it for a little until I got this! It is kind of dark, and a bit depressing to be honest which is odd for me because I tend to be more of an upbeat person. Never the less, here it is. Read and tell me what you think (:
Disclaimer: Nope. I do not own NCIS.
The hallway was long and dark.
Lavish furnishing held to either side and antique paintings were placed upon the walls in oak frames. The only sound among the flickering of a lamp that stood over by a heavy wood door was the pattering of small feet, walking slowly towards the other end of the corridor.
A little boy, no more than six or seven paused by a room, the door only slightly ajar and leaned towards it. His face was bruised and the boy had a nasty gash by his left ear, but the boy's eyes held no sign of redness nor were there any evidence of tear streaks despite the obvious pain he was in.
If there was something that this little boy knew more about than anything else in the world, it was about this room and the complexities of it.
Inside, without a doubt, he knew there would be a woman. A woman with raven colored hair and glassy green eyes that were full of so many emotions that you wouldn't be able to sort them all out. Her body was long and slender, with fair skin and beauty that could make Aphrodite rave with jealousy.
Inside that room, was that woman. The other thing inside that room would be an emotion.
Anthony DiNozzo knew all about that.
He never knew exactly what emotion the room would hold that day. Would his mother greet him with sweet tenderness, joking with him and stroking his hair? Whispering silly things to him, just to see him smile as she sat him down in front of the large, black piano and showed him how to play a tune that seemed to fill the world with such joy and glee, even the Scrooge on Christmas would smile.
Or perhaps, he would find her gorgeous face filled with rage. A glass of wine or jack shattered against the wall as he received a backhand to the face and was forced to listen to the sound of anger and anguish coming from the piano, sounding like a growl from a panther.
Of course he could also go in and find her crying. Blood leaking from her wrists, spilling over a new white rug and sticking out vividly among ivory keys, as a song of pain and helpless emitted from the instrument...
So many emotions. So many. However, no matter what, Anthony would always enter the room. The surprise was like a gift now to him. You never knew what was inside it until it was open- and perhaps you liked what was inside...or maybe you don't. It was just another thing you have to cope with.
So when the door swung open, Tony was relieved to see his mother smiling softly at him, the moon beaming down softly through satin curtains as she sat at the piano, playing a song so sweet and soft, it made the wind howl with it.
"Mom?" he whispered and the music stopped. There was a pause as Tony stepped towards her, not bothering to hide his injuries as he slid next to her on the bench.
Gentle hands probed slightly as Robyn DiNozzo tilted his chin up so she could see him better.
"Oh, Anthony..." she whispered quietly, her red lips touching her son's temple.
"I got into a fight at school." Tony whispered back and his mother's grip tightened around him.
"No. Anthony look at me. Don't you ever start believing in those lies you tell. Never. Don't lose yourself and believe in those lies." Tony nodded and took his mother's hand, tracing it with his own, pausing each time he touched the diamond ring that sat next to a wedding band.
"Why does he do it?" Tony finally asked "Is it because I'm bad? I didn't mean to drop the plate at his dinner party mommy. I really didn't." for a moment it looked as though tears would come, but after a sharp shake of his head, they disappeared.
"Oh baby...I know you didn't. He really does love you though...he really does." it didn't answer the boy's question but he seemed to accept the response given and turn to the piano, letting his fingers fly over the keys as his mother showed him which notes to play...
"Mom?" Tony called out, walking into the room, it had been a year now and Tony entered the room with a big grin, hoping to find his mother to show him the large, red A+ on his report card. He just knew that she would laugh and tell him that it was fitting for her special boy to get such a wonderful mark on his birthday. She would then go on about how proud she was of him, showing him a new piece of music for the night...
"Mom?" he called again and then froze.
There was no emotion in the room tonight. Just blank, empty, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Blood pooled around her, staining the white dress she was wearing. A knife stuck in her chest.
"Mom!" a sharp cry came and Anthony ran to get side, cradling her head in his arms, feeling for a heartbeat. To his shock, there was a slow thumping sound, and the body was still warm, blood blossoming around.
"Mom..." he whispered as the heartbeat got slower...and slower...until it stopped.
All that was left was him and the piano...
"Tony, are you alright?" Anthony DiNozzo tore his eyes away from the piano in the corner of the newest victim's room and looked at his team mates faces, all filled with some sort of degree of concern.
"I'm fine." he said, putting on his best grin and racking his mind for the most suited movie reference. "Just got caught up in memories." he smiled and turned to the dead petty officer who laid in her own blood, looking suspiciously like another woman Tony had seen years ago, a knife sticking out of her chest.
It wasn't the memories that haunted him the most though.
It was the fact that the woman's eyes were blank- and the room held no emotion.
Yep. It is short, depressing, and a bit more poetic than my usual style... Ah, well. I still hope you guys liked it (: I actually have a similar idea to add onto this. If I get enough people asking, then I might add another chapter or two :P
Anyway, please review!