2-9-11
8:55pm
Summary–(Fable 2) Dear Little Sparrow reacts to seeing Barnum get shot. Drabble with some Reaver interaction.
Disclaimer–I do not own Fable, which belongs to its respective owner(s) and is only being used in a fan-made, fictional story.
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Title–Betwazzling and Distrafolic
By–Moon Prynces
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Her eyes widened and mouth hung in shock as she watched Reaver suddenly turn his gun on the poor man, and fired.
It's not like there was time for her to stop the action; she had only just walked into the room to hear the last bits of dialogue.
And to witness this senseless display.
Well, maybe if she had seen it coming she could have used her Will to slow down time and maybe push Barnum out of the way, then turn her own pistol on the arrogant bas–
Sparrow flew to Barnum's body, turning his head. The shot was right between the eyes and there was nothing that could be done now. Agonizing over it would not help either of them.
Lifeless eyes stared up at her, his mouth also agape with surprise.
It's not as though she cared a great deal for Barnum in any romantic way. He wasn't all that bright, and it wasn't helped any by that awful book he gave her after the Rookridge incident: a really shoddy thesaurus.
But he was one of the few stable things in her life thus far. From living in poverty on the streets of Bowerstone to her current quest for revenge, she had caught up with him a few times more than most other citizens of Albion.
He was friendly and seemingly good-natured. He was one of the few people that offered her and Rose a gold piece, and for such a simple task at that. Not to mention he somehow turned Westcliff around to a more...welcoming area.
Barnum was like that uncle who always had crazy ideas and ran into way too much trouble, but was actually completely harmless himself.
It was sad to see him go. Especially when he shouldn't have gone this way.
"Bitch," she hissed, swiftly glancing over her shoulder to Reaver who was examining her carelessly, probably taking note of her unchanged appearance.
Well, unchanged other than the righteously pissed expression she was wearing.
"You're lucky I need you," Sparrow told him and slowly let go of Barnum to stand up.
"Please, do go on," he told her with a smirk and raised brow.
She clenched her teeth and fists, to keep from insulting him or pulling out a weapon.
How was the Hero of Skill a self-absorbed little shit?
Her feelings of shock and disgust were fueled by the reminder of his errand, but she resumed a blank expression once more. Showing emotion to anyone was much too costly.
"Oh, come now," Reaver began, giving her a mocking look while waving his weapon around. "Don't tell me he meant something to you." And he motioned with the gun toward the dead body.
Sparrow thought this over.
Well, yes he did mean something – though not in the way Reaver was implying.
Barnum was as close to a constant as it came, not counting her dog and Theresa. It was with surprise and slight relief when she happened to come across him in her adventures.
It seemed to be the universe's way of preventing her from turning into a completely cynical and pessimistic person. That he could easily leave her life for years at a time...and not end up dead.
"No," she responded flatly.
Reaver's brows flew up, not having anticipated an answer.
"He means nothing." Her gaze was bordering on a glare.
There was a pause as he glanced back at the figure on the floor a moment, before turning to her once more.
"You're looking as youthful and spirited as ever! Aren't you a tricky one. Good for you," he began speaking.
And then it was all back to business.
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Drabble-ish, I'd say. Right?
Well, it was kind of how I felt about Barnum's death. What do you think?
2-10-11
1:05am