Author: Gambit86
Title: Joe
Rating: PG
Catergory: General
Disclaimer: I don't own it, never did, never will, wish I did, wish I will. If ya sue I don't got anything, though I do accept checks!
Spoilers: The Pilot (Movie)
Author's Note: Well I don't know if everybody is going to understand this but I hope ya do! Please Review!
Joe
The hall was so quiet I thought it had died. I thought the hallway was dead. Is that possible? Can a place die as easily as a human can? Is a building deceased when it's owner leaves or dies with it? This was stupid, why am I thinking about this? Especially now, I don't have the time.
In slow motion I saw my foot, step forward onto the post-mortem flooring, then, just as slowly, I looked up.
I would never have called myself a genius. In fact I was your basic C' student through most of school. The only thing I could ever get an A' in was science, or occasionally math. Most of my teachers said, I was a "very sweet boy" when they talked to my parents (i.e. he's not the sharpest, but he ain't that bad). I didn't mind, grades weren't a huge issue. When college time rolled around, I applied to just one school, it was a state university and I got in. No biggie.
Hell, when I think about it, I probably could have fulfilled that "potential" everyone kept talking about, I just never bothered. Too much effort.
There are only two places I ever tried my hardest. When I met Lisa, and doing whatever she encouraged me to after I met her. Like getting this job. Hell, of a job too Middle of the desert, classy stuff going on, but nobody tells us any of that stuff. I heard they brought in a con.
In painfully flitting frames I can hear the glass crunch under my feet.
Lisa's probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I haven't been able to see her much since I got this job though, but it's all gonna be over in a couple weeks. Yeah that was the deal, work for a year straight with no personal contact but then, at the end, get the biggest payment I've ever seen. And all on the part of the U.S. Government. God I love America.
I smile; I can see someone else at the end of the hall. I'm getting out.
I'm gonna ask Lisa to marry me when I leave, I'll have the cash and we could buy a house. It might be cliché but all I've ever wanted is my share of suburbia. A house in San Fernando Valley, that would be nice.
He's got an automatic. That guy at the end of the hall, he's got an automatic.
I'm supposed be going home. Why does he?
OhGodMyChestHurts... everything hurts. It's worse then when I broke my leg in middle school worse then when I got in that car wreck
He must have pulled the trigger.
I'm supposed to be going home, but now I'm on the bottom of a dead hallway and I can't see anything. It's not my fault, I don't even know the damn con they're experimenting on why'd he shoot me?
I'm so sorry Lisa, I hope they send you a pension check.
OhGodICan'tBreath. I can't feel anything anymore.
I'm so sorry.
FIN
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