I think I'm nearly out of Long Walk phase. Pretty sure. So here's a Collie Parker oneshot for you few people that browse this fanfiction archive. (Read: glance at the list of ten stories and go to a more-updated fandom)
If there was one word to describe Collie Parker, it would be totally and utterly badass. He was tall, handsome - muscular and blond with the perfect facial features. He was the jerk that everyone loved, the one that could spit out ten curse words a minute and still make perfect sense. If he was going to do something, he was going win, god damn it.
So why was he doing this? He could keep walking, he knew that. He could outwalk Garraty, McVries, Baker, Abraham... probably Stebbins, too. So why the fuck was he doing this? It was stupid. It was idiotic. It would probably get him killed.
Or it could save them all.
It was Barkovitch's suicide that had made him think of it - no, not think of it, think of actually doing it. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because Barkovitch had seemed untouchable. Insane, yeah. A prick, definitely. A murderer, pretty much. Killable... he hadn't thought so.
And if they could kill Barkovitch, they could kill him.
So he would do this. He would wait until they switched... until they were in the middle of switching. Then he'd grab a gun and kill the soldiers, and the other Walkers would join him, and they'd leave, and they'd be able to fucking sit down.
There. Right there, they were switching. Collie Parker wrestled a rifle from the nearest solider and shot randomly. He saw a soldier go down and grinned. There, they'd abandoned the halftrack. Collie Parker pulled himself to the top and stood, breathing heavily.
"Goddam bastards!" he heard himself scream. He clutched the rifle tighter, knuckles white. He glanced to the other walkers. They weren't moving, they weren't fucking moving, why weren't they helping him? "Come on, you guys! Come on! We can-"
Something hit him, something had hit him and it hurt, oh god it hurt, he was practically fucking paralyzed with pain, someone was yelling, he was dying oh fuck it all.
"God." He choked on his words, but he was going to push through this, he was. "Damn."
He could kill more, he could, he fired the gun and heard someone screaming, he hoped it was a soldier. Now he was falling, he was falling, why hadn't they fucking helped him, he landed on his side. He tasted blood oh god he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, HE DIDN'T WANT TO FUCKING DIE.
"You. Ba. Bas. Bast. Bas." Was that Garraty? Why couldn't he speak right? God-
I like writing Barkovitch better, but Collie Parker's cool in his own way. :D
And I honestly think he could have won.
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