Hi people! So today I just bought Minutes To Midnight (WEEE!) and I heard this song and I was like "Hmm..." and this idea's been stuck in my head since. This is pretty different from what I normally do... and shorter. It's my first song fic!
Disclaimer: I own not Maximum Ride, that belongs to James Patterson, who I also don't own. I own not What I've Done, which belongs to Linkin Park... who I don't own... yet. ;P
BUT I do own a llamasaurus named Peaches! ...I just felt like sharing that with you guys. =)
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
Ari was dying. The tattoo had appeared on the back of his neck that morning. He was going to die. He was being murdered slowly by time. Those four numbers were so simple, mundane, so nondescript... but they held a world of confusion, hate and something else...could it be remorse?
Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
They said everything would be fine. They said he'd be a hero for becoming an Eraser and killing the Flock. He was going to die, and what had he done in his life? He'd done his best to ruin their lives, and why? They said he'd get whatever he wanted for capturing the Flock. But they were never going to give him anything. It was all a lie.
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
A freak, that's what he was. A stupid, stupid freak.
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've done
From now on, he wouldn't help them any more. He was on the Flock's side now.
Put to rest
What you thought of me
Please, he thought. Please let them see I'm really good.
While I clean this slate
With the hands
Of uncertainty
His hands were shaking. He'd been trained to fight and kill the Flock for four years. None of that mattered anymore. He would be dead soon, anyway.
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
I was a psychopath, he realized. What's wrong with me?
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've done
He knew what he'd done was wrong. He felt disgusted with himself. Yesterday, he'd been planning how he would take them apart limb by limb. But now, four numbers had changed what little was left of his life.
For what I've done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
He was determined to make the last month of his life count. And when his time was up, he hoped he'd done enough.
Today this ends
I'm forgiving
What I've done
Can one month be enough to cross out four years of evil?
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of
What I've done
Soo... didja like it? How'd I do? Was it lovable, tolerable or a piece of... crap?