Not so weak.
Warning, character death.
The three of them stood there. Motionless. Like time had just stopped. The room thick with tension and emotion.
How had it come to this. It was almost too hard to believe, but there she was, his wife, holding a gun to their child's head.
Could she do it? He didn't know, but it was a risk he couldn't take. Ray was almost there, he had nearly gone through the change. Lying on the bed in a fevered sleep, no idea of the danger that surrounded him.
He had to do it, he should have done it years ago when ray was younger. Why had he kept her around so long? He didn't love her, that much he knew.
She was scared. He could see it in the way she breathed, the way she let out little choking sobs, the way she held the gun.
Scared or not she did still have a gun.
"Put it down Wendy, you don't want to do this." He took a step towards her.
"How could you do this Ames, how could you do it?" she was shaking, eyes wide.
"Its going to be alright sweetheart just put the gun down."
"look at him" she screamed "look at what you've done to him! How can this be alright" she was getting worse, her breath coming in fast ragged chokes.
Being here, doing this, it was killing her. Her only son lying there, not quite dead, not quite alive and it was all because of him.
He lied, lied from the start, lied about everything. Twisted it until she was totally dependant, totally secure, then he ripped it all away.
She knew what he was, what he wanted, what he thought.
But he's wrong, I'm not so pathetic,
She jerked the gun, away from Ray, toward him, her oh so loving husband.
I'm not so weak.
She fired.
A/n - I just thought Wendy should get her own back.
Please review.
Warning, character death.
The three of them stood there. Motionless. Like time had just stopped. The room thick with tension and emotion.
How had it come to this. It was almost too hard to believe, but there she was, his wife, holding a gun to their child's head.
Could she do it? He didn't know, but it was a risk he couldn't take. Ray was almost there, he had nearly gone through the change. Lying on the bed in a fevered sleep, no idea of the danger that surrounded him.
He had to do it, he should have done it years ago when ray was younger. Why had he kept her around so long? He didn't love her, that much he knew.
She was scared. He could see it in the way she breathed, the way she let out little choking sobs, the way she held the gun.
Scared or not she did still have a gun.
"Put it down Wendy, you don't want to do this." He took a step towards her.
"How could you do this Ames, how could you do it?" she was shaking, eyes wide.
"Its going to be alright sweetheart just put the gun down."
"look at him" she screamed "look at what you've done to him! How can this be alright" she was getting worse, her breath coming in fast ragged chokes.
Being here, doing this, it was killing her. Her only son lying there, not quite dead, not quite alive and it was all because of him.
He lied, lied from the start, lied about everything. Twisted it until she was totally dependant, totally secure, then he ripped it all away.
She knew what he was, what he wanted, what he thought.
But he's wrong, I'm not so pathetic,
She jerked the gun, away from Ray, toward him, her oh so loving husband.
I'm not so weak.
She fired.
A/n - I just thought Wendy should get her own back.
Please review.