I'll Be:
Alright, so if anybody hasn't seen the episode of CSI: Miami entitled "Lost Son", turn back now, for there lies spoilers ahead. This is a song fic, based on the song "Orca" by Wintersleep. It basically highlights what goes through Speedle's mind as he dies.
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Dark. The world was becoming dark, fuel injected with pain, as I hit the floor with the back of my head.
They say that when you're on your death bed, that your life flashes before your eyes. Damn, I had lived. I had seen pain, and releaved it, brought closure, and now, I was forced to lie on the floor, shivering as back up crews collided with the silence of my death bed.
I'll be a killer whale, when I grow up.I'll be a vulture.
I'll be an animal, a carnivore.
I'll be a monster...
Clenching my jagged jaws, over the capture.
I'll be a killer whale.
I closed my eyes, and wondered, 'is this really happening to me?'. Evidentally it was, as I heard my voice as an eight year old.
"Mom, I'm going to help people." I had stated proudly to my mother.
She had only smiled, proud of me, I suppose. I had always wanted to be just like her, to possess courage and kindness. I wanted to be different from the rest of the human race.
"I'll make people pay for anything they ever do to harm anybody." On that day, on my eighth birthday, I made that solemn pledge.
And now, here I was, laying on the floor of a jewellery store, my own blood pooling around me.
I'll be a tidal wave, when I grow up.Crashing on harbours.
I'll be a tempermental element,A raging water.
And now, I looked up, forcing my eyes to focus. I don't think I have ever seen H. so close to tears. It's an odd thing to see Horatio's blue eyes shrunken in tears. We had just been discussing me needing a vehicle with doors someday. Irony.
I'll be a perfect storm, swallowing over.I'll be a killer whale, when I grow up.
I'll be a monster.
That scowl. The trademark Horatio scowl was pointed directly at the shooters as he knelt by my side, turning his attention back to me.
"Speed. Come on Speed. Breathe with me. You're going to be alright. It's going to be fine. Help is on it's way." was all he would say, chanting it in that soft tone of voice that Horatio always held aside for children and victims.
Now, I was the child.
Now, I was the victim.
I'll be a hurricane, when I grow up.An ugly thunder.
I'll be a forest fire, about to flood,
Over an empire.
I'll be an avalanche,
Chewing it's raptured.
I'll be a killer whale, when I grow up.
I'll be a monster.
Why didn't I ever tell my mother that I loved her, just one last time? Why did I take this job? I took this job to help people, and even as I shiver, more violently, I can feel Horatio's warm hand tucked into mine, reassuringly.
It became quite dark, and everything made more sense to me, as I became full circle of my job. I could exit the world now. As much as H told me to hold on, for him, for me, I could finally let go.
I had helped people, and now, I was my job.
I'll be a killer whale.