Disclaimer: The characters are all owned by DPB and Belasarius Productions.
A/N: I completely and utterly blame this fic on my strange urge to put myself through Twilight again. I'm in mourning and thought it could be a good idea to write another PostTwilight fic. My computer is totally FUBAR'd so I can't get on the 'net to check out to chat to people about season 3 – I'm in Australia so we won't be getting S3 until something like February NEXT YEAR – Aaaargh! How annoying. So I guess that's why I'm writing fics, to fill the time 'til I can get my NCIS fix again… whatever…
Anyway, this is very short and probably pointless but whatever. I'm writing it anyway. :P
You've probably guessed already but even though it doesn't say so, it's about Tony and his guilt over Kate's death. complete drivel
"There's No Justice In This World"
I'm slowly going insane. The images flash through my mind of your body hitting the ground, as if in slow motion. As if it never happened and I don't have to wake up this morning to face the pain and horror of loss on the faces of those who loved you. That I don't have to put on a suit and tie and face your family in a blatant effort to show my sorrow and emotion without breaking down. Without feeling the pain myself. I'll always feel that pain. Always feel the coldness of your blood. Too cold to comprehend. Because that's all I feel.
I hope. I pray. I beg. That I don't have to see your beautiful face, all spirit and life, gone. Gone forever, except in the memories of those who loved you, and those you love. I feel helpless. It's all I can feel right now. If I stop for just one minute then I know I will have to face it again. And I think once more will make me break.
I blame myself. Who wouldn't? It could have been me, should have been me. If it was me, would you be feeing so alone, so helpless? Would you miss me, feel guilty and hope and pray that by some chance you will still be here? Some questions are better left unanswered.
But I swear by all the strength within me that I will avenge your spirit. Take pleasure by seeing the bullet tear through his flesh, cutting, tearing. Searing pain rips through his body, as he sees the images flash through his mind. Like when your life flashes before your eyes, but the memories and lives of all the innocent souls you have released before their time. How could it be possible that one moment will change everything forever? How could one selfish person, committing a selfish act, be able to get away with murder?
There is no justice in this world. No justice in the peace. Maybe there will be someday, maybe there will. Maybe one day people will listen. People will care. People will just smile. Be happy. Not feel the need to be in control. Why, why, why?
Oh God I'm going crazy. Why didn't I tell her how I felt? Maybe I'm afraid of commitment. Well I sure as hell blew that, didn't I?
Oh Kate… I'm sorry.
- Rest In PeaceKate Todd -