This is the result of
Two swollen knees that seem to make me want to stay up until dawn
And
Something I was thinking about doing for a very long time.
So enjoy, my new fan fic! Breaking Point
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Ed Lane splashed water into his face and stared at himself in the locker room mirrors. He had killed someone today, again.
Greg walked into the locker room he didn't even say anything; he just sat there, waiting.
"I'm fine," Ed replied, not even looking at Greg.
"You may want to do the math on all the 'I'm fine's," Greg stated before he turned away and left Ed in the empty locker room.
Ed didn't say anything, he just stared at himself in the mirror, willing himself to keep his eyes open, because he knew that if he closed them, he'd see the ghosts, and they'd pull him down into the dark realm of nightmares.
"Ed," Sam walked into the locker room, "we're going to get drinks at the bar, you wanna come?"
"Yeah, sure," Ed replied, "I'll be out there in a bit."
Sam nodded and went out to hold the minivan express.
Ed stared back at the mirror, and instead of seeing himself, he saw the face of the man he shot today. He blinked and the apparition was gone, leaving only a pale and bald sniper in its shadow. Another ghost and another nightmare to contend with.
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Wow, that was pretty powerful! :) As I said, I was thinking about it a lot, and anyway, this fandom needs a good Ed-centric story! Too many Sam and Jules things flying around here!