Title: - Omnipotence.
Author: - Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com
Rating: - PG-13.
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know.
Archive: - I'd be honoured just tell me. Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive.
Author's Notes: - A response to the Minor Character Challenge issued at the Shield Fanfiction Archive.
Omnipotence.
Jesus, that had been the most fantastic experience in Sean's life. The thrill that had coursed through his body as he'd pulled the trigger, as he'd watched Mike fall, had been electric. He stood in the woods, the echo of the rifle shot still reverberating around him. His heart was thudding in his chest, his breathing fast, almost panting, every sense seemed to be heightened. He had never felt so alive, as he did in that moment.
That had been more of a high than killing a deer. It had been better than the small neighbourhood pets he'd captured and dispatched. It was one thing strangling a couple of cats, it was quite another to shoot a human being. God, if only it could have been more hands on. If only he could have strangled Mike. The thought of squeezing the life out of a person, as opposed to an animal, was intoxicating.
As it was he'd had to shoot Mike in the back, he had to make sure the "hunting accident" story would hold up. It was perfect, everyone would believe that as he'd fired at a deer, Mike had stumbled into his line of fire. A tragic accident, just like others that happened every hunting season. How he wished now that he could have seen Mike's face as the bullet had struck him. How he wished he could have watched his face as he'd died.
His heart still beating fast in his chest, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Sean slowly walked towards Mike's body. He lay face down, unmoving, and Sean, eager to see his face nudged the body over with his foot. Mike's eyes were open, staring sightlessly up at the trees and the clear blue sky. The expression on his face was one of shocked surprise, and Sean couldn't help the laughter that spilled from his lips when he saw it. Squatting down he looked closer. Staring into Mike's eyes it was as if the light that had been in them, when he'd been alive, had been snuffed out. They were empty, and whatever energy, or life force, had been inside Mike Joyce was gone. This was just an empty husk. Reaching out with one hand Sean touched Mike's face; the flesh under his fingers seemed to be already cooling.
Standing back up Sean paused for a moment looking back down at the dead body lying at his feet. As he looked he began to feel a power suffuse his whole body. He had snuffed out the life of another human being; he was like a God. He'd decided that Mike had to die, and so he'd reached out and taken his life away. Sean knew in that moment that this couldn't be the last time. He knew he'd have to feel this powerful again. He knew that now he'd tasted omnipotence that he'd crave it like a drug.
For now, however, he had another task in front of him. The second part of the game, a part that would be nearly as exciting, nearly as rewarding, as the killing itself. Now he had to get away with it. Sean was convinced that he'd manage to fool the cops into believing that it was a tragic accident. After all he was certainly cleverer than any of those donut-eating idiots, and now he also knew that he was chosen, he was all-powerful.
Sean dropped his rifle on the ground, and began to run. He ran through the woods, heedless of the thorns and twigs that tore at him as he passed. He needed to look panic-stricken; he needed to seem upset. As he ran he could feel the persona of a tragic fifteen-year-old who'd accidentally killed his best friend slipping into place, like a costume he had to wear. Deep down inside himself though Sean could feel the power, he could feel the knowledge of how it felt to murder someone. He knew that when the time was right he'd experience the full intensity of that knowledge again.