Coupla little drabbles I wrote for a drabble contest on LJ a while back; totally forgot about them til now.
1 of I don't know how many:P
They let off fireworks like nobody's business these days, colored enclosed bombs staining the sky, exclaiming: we are here, look at us. If only they knew who'd be looking…
Krycek closed the blinds; it hurt to look – it always hurt to look now – at the people who knew nothing, at the bright lights in the skies. His eyes were burned deep with the lights of a hundred guns and the sparks of threats and – oh Christ – the never-ending drum of war. It grew within him when he slept, that heat and beat of fighting and just being on the run, so he didn't – didn't sleep, just stared through the cracks in the blinds at life outside.
Revenge worked on a trigger like a firework: let the plot unfold and soon everything would come to light. The cataclysm overtook the workings, leaving no trace of evidence in its path; the perfect cover up. Krycek nursed his own fireworks in his mind, the sting of betrayal acting as the perfect motivator – he'd light that son of a bitch's cigarette with a cluster bomb if it came to it.
I really like Krycek, in case you couldn't tell ;)
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