In a lot of fics with dead TR members, the one who doesn't die tends to abondon all logic and
adopt a new personality @_@ . I only had 5 hours of sleep last night because inspiration struck
at 2 in the morning and I had to get up at 7 to attend the orintation from hell that just
wouldn't end. What was my point? Oh, Yeah! I wrote this last night! I was thinking, 'If
Jessie or James died how would the other react?' I came up with these two short
pieces that don't count as stories, but they were fun to write.
As with all fanfic type things this isn't exactly perfectly acturate, but it's close enough.
On with the show! Jessie's death comes first!
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James fell to his knees beside his friend and fellow rocket, who although unmoving couldn't
be dead.She couldn't, that was one thing he had to be sure of. She'd never abondon him, he
knew that, she'd never be so selfish as to simply . . . Leave.
"Jessie, wake up."His nose stung just before the tears fell from his chin, mixing with heavy
falling rain and the mud everyone seemed to be covered in. He tugged at her shoulder, like
a small child, trying to rouse a parent at some obscuere morning hour. "Jess, Come on," he
drew in a ragged, uneven breath, a sort of breath that causes no relief, but swells in the
lungs and only allows greif to seep in. "Wake up?"
The still body of the once vibrant young rocket wasn't breathing and James through some
incredible act of will or maybe just desperate hope adveted his eyes from her blood stained,
once white uniform as well as her wound.
James tugged at her soulder one last time. If she was going to sleep, so was he, James
decided, with child-like logic. James hugged his knees to his chest and
layed down next to his friend, his mind still told him was simply sleeping,
in the mud as the rain fell in still heavier sheets.
His eyes flickered as a raindrop hit his face. When she woke up, he'd be there.
He closed his eyes, head resting in the mud as the rain fell faster than ever . . . James
fell asleep, still managing to ignore the blood.
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Ummm, with the ded James one, let's just assume she was a gun? Okeyday?
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Jessie knitted her brow and tilted her head. James was dead. An odd concept for her
mind to grasp. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Her mind repeated several times as if that would
make it easier to understand. James was dead. If anything, she wasn't mad ( . . .yet) more
confused. That didn't seem right.
James.
Is.
Dead.
The girl blinked back her confusion and concontrated on those words. James is dead .She
narrowed her eyes, an involintary(yet not unwanted)rowl rumbled from her throat.
James was dead! And those danmed bastards had killed him. She yanked one of the guns
she always seemed to have from her waist. NO ONE stole Jessica(What ever her last
name is)'s Best Friend and gets away with it. she slowly cocked the small weapon. No one.
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As you can tell, they're just little samples that I didn't bother filling in the
background info on. These are not teasers from a story I'm writing, because, 1.)I
can't rite fanfics and 2.)All I wanted was the death scenes so, eh.
Buh, bye!
adopt a new personality @_@ . I only had 5 hours of sleep last night because inspiration struck
at 2 in the morning and I had to get up at 7 to attend the orintation from hell that just
wouldn't end. What was my point? Oh, Yeah! I wrote this last night! I was thinking, 'If
Jessie or James died how would the other react?' I came up with these two short
pieces that don't count as stories, but they were fun to write.
As with all fanfic type things this isn't exactly perfectly acturate, but it's close enough.
On with the show! Jessie's death comes first!
********************************************
James fell to his knees beside his friend and fellow rocket, who although unmoving couldn't
be dead.She couldn't, that was one thing he had to be sure of. She'd never abondon him, he
knew that, she'd never be so selfish as to simply . . . Leave.
"Jessie, wake up."His nose stung just before the tears fell from his chin, mixing with heavy
falling rain and the mud everyone seemed to be covered in. He tugged at her shoulder, like
a small child, trying to rouse a parent at some obscuere morning hour. "Jess, Come on," he
drew in a ragged, uneven breath, a sort of breath that causes no relief, but swells in the
lungs and only allows greif to seep in. "Wake up?"
The still body of the once vibrant young rocket wasn't breathing and James through some
incredible act of will or maybe just desperate hope adveted his eyes from her blood stained,
once white uniform as well as her wound.
James tugged at her soulder one last time. If she was going to sleep, so was he, James
decided, with child-like logic. James hugged his knees to his chest and
layed down next to his friend, his mind still told him was simply sleeping,
in the mud as the rain fell in still heavier sheets.
His eyes flickered as a raindrop hit his face. When she woke up, he'd be there.
He closed his eyes, head resting in the mud as the rain fell faster than ever . . . James
fell asleep, still managing to ignore the blood.
**************************************
Ummm, with the ded James one, let's just assume she was a gun? Okeyday?
**************************************
Jessie knitted her brow and tilted her head. James was dead. An odd concept for her
mind to grasp. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Her mind repeated several times as if that would
make it easier to understand. James was dead. If anything, she wasn't mad ( . . .yet) more
confused. That didn't seem right.
James.
Is.
Dead.
The girl blinked back her confusion and concontrated on those words. James is dead .She
narrowed her eyes, an involintary(yet not unwanted)rowl rumbled from her throat.
James was dead! And those danmed bastards had killed him. She yanked one of the guns
she always seemed to have from her waist. NO ONE stole Jessica(What ever her last
name is)'s Best Friend and gets away with it. she slowly cocked the small weapon. No one.
*********************
As you can tell, they're just little samples that I didn't bother filling in the
background info on. These are not teasers from a story I'm writing, because, 1.)I
can't rite fanfics and 2.)All I wanted was the death scenes so, eh.
Buh, bye!