Hello :) this is just a little taster session of the last in our triplet fic trilogy here. I'll let you know now that I did kind of rip a little bit of Doctor Who in there (I'm British, it's practically mandatory) but I think it works so well for Aaron in this prologue. The ride towards this scene is going to be written soon but for now, have a read and I hope you don't hate me too much.
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Prologue
There's so much blood. Blood everywhere. He's drowning in blood.
As he slumps against a cold, cool white wall, Aaron looks back over the last year of his life and wonders where it all went wrong. How could something as innocent as a sweet, tender kiss have led him to this path strewn with bodies? He'd called her a warrior so many times, he thought of her as unbreakable but now… Nearly a year since that positive test had passed and Aaron's sure it'd been a ticking time bomb in disguise, sent to set them for a showdown they weren't ever ready for. He fought so hard to keep it all from falling apart, losing so much along the way and now it was over. It feels over. He isn't sure how much longer he's got left, after all. Marta told him once that the brain goes into hypersensitivity when you die. He smells iron and sees bright white and dashed red in handprints along the wall in front. He hears screams and cries. He tastes metal and gunpowder. He's looking at death again.
Aaron blinks. He remembers his son's cries and they wrench his heart into torn shards for all the memories. All Aaron and his baby boy needed was her and now… now there's no way back along that dead path, the roses wilting as he walks it. He fought for so long and so hard, it'd be easy to close his eyes and let the pain stop. He wants to let the pain stop and rest. Aaron's always been a dreamer.
Byer stands in front of him. He's wounded deeply in the thigh and Aaron hopes the man dies and burns in hell for his sins and for Aaron's sins too. It's all come down to him and his arrogance, his cruelty and unrelenting torture. Fuck Byer.
"I hope you realise, Agent Cross." Byer says shakily, spitting the words with all the fury he has. "You're the reason she's dead. You're the reason this happened. You set it in motion."
Aaron musters what strength he's got left and stands on his heavy clunking feet, clenching a fist around his last weapon. "If there's one thing I believed in, even just…" he grunts, "Just one thing. I believed in her."
Aaron feels his strength wane as he twists a shard of glass into Byer's thigh. He looks up and sees her. His angel of death sent to sing him down to hell where he belongs. His clock's done ticking. Going out with a cliché.
Yeah. When he looks back on it, he knows. Former Agent Aaron Cross had known all along. It's all been doomed to failure and they paid the high price for his sins.
A/N: If you like Anchored, the next chapter will be up at the weekend. For now, let the speculation begin