Title: Reflections on red
Author: Ottinger0980
Rating: G
Spoilers: The New Stuff
Summary: Darien's thoughts
Note: Its just a little piece I wrote to get my mind off the death of my great aunt. Nothing special, but I thought I'd post it anyway. :|

Red.
It was a color I was begining to dread.
Red tattoo. Red eyes. The two indicators of the things I feared most; loss of control, insanity, and death.
As I think about it, I can recall everyone I've killed while QSM. It makes me sick knowing that some part of me did it....
Ya' know, it's almost funny that a color could scare me more than a gun in my face. Like 'red' was a kind of sick time clock that ran my life.
I glance down at the tattoo. It's become a habit....
It still surprises me. I would have never thought it possible, never in my wildest dreams, which, I'll be the first to admit, have beeen pretty wierd since I got the gland.
It amaz- Crap! Hobbes asked me somethin'.

"Sorry, what'd ya' say?"
"I was askin' if you were ok. Ya' kinda zoned out there."
"Nah, Hobbesie. Everythings fine."

I'm tellin' the truth.
For the first time in a while, everything is fine.
I glance down at the tattoo again....
It's green.

Fini