Memento Mori
A Selection of shorts and unrelated one shots. Mostly stuff that comes to my head, things I would like to see. Jane Centric.
Hey guys! Sorry for the delay I have been super busy with my new job. Some people were asking for a little continuation of the last chapter. Asking to write something about the monks. Although I might leave Jane and the Monks for another time, I have continued the last one with a very short exert of how she got to the monks. There might be multiple versions of this at some point cause I have lots of ideas for how she got there.
This is a very short chapter but since Blindspot has premiered updates will be regular hopefully as I will watch the new episodes and come up with new ideas!
So hope you enjoy and would love to hear what you think.
A.W
547 days CONT
She woke to an intense pain in her side, a dull throbbing in her back and a stinging ache to the left of her face. Her body shook from cold, every inch of her seeming to tremble as she tried desperately to open her eyes. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep. Sink deeper into the scratchy surface below her and descend into a painless, permanent slumber. She could feel herself becoming less and less aware of the icy feeling in her limbs as she let herself relax, a wave of dizziness washing over her as she felt her tiredness grow, then, something wet and warm touched her face. Momentarily stunned, Jane slowly opened her eyes, frowning at the sight that greeted her. A goats face was a truly strange thing when looked at from upside down. Bleating, the goat licked her face once more, it putrid breath warming her cheeks uncomfortably. Groaning, Jane pushed the animal to the side, struggling to sit up and lean again the edge of the truck. Quickly glancing at her surroundings, she was both relived and shocked to find she was no longer in the city, nor a small village for that matter. The only thing that surrounded her were trees and mountains. A fresh snow had fallen, covering everything in a spectacular blanket of white, the tree tops were dusted with snow, as was the road. And the inside of the truck was wet where the snow had melted. No wonder she was cold.
Looking through the small window towards the driver, a thin man with a cleft lip, Jane ducked so he didn't see her in the mirror. She didn't want to risk announcing herself and startling the man, not did she wish to reveal herself to a potential assassin. She had learnt the hard way to expect even the most unlikely of people.
Slowly pulling herself towards the edge of the truck, Jane peered over the wooden ledge, watching as the tires left icy tracks in the snow. The truck was going slow enough for her to jump out and as she pulled herself over the edge and let herself fall forward, she hoped the fresh snow would blanket her fall. It did not.
For a moment, she just lay there, watching as the truck slowly disappeared down the road, then let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. A thick cloud of mist erupted like smoke from her frozen lips and suddenly, her arms felt like lead. Groaning as she rolled to her side, she pushed her palms into the frozen ground below and attempted to push herself up. She managed to lift her torso from the floor, before her muscles suddenly stopped working. She sighed, breathing heavily. With every ounce of her strength, she managed to drag herself to the side of the road, using a tree as leverage as she turned and lent again it. Jane's hand moved to her side, her jacket wet with blood, blood that was now soaking the earth beneath her. It was only now that she realised it didn't hurt anymore. Not her side, nor her arm or leg, or even her face. She just felt numb and cold and tired. So very tired. She let her head fall against the frozen bark of the tree, her eyes wandering over the scenery before her, and for the first time in 547 days. She smiled. This land was truly beautiful. It was the first time she had a chance to just stop and admire the view. A brilliant blue sky rested above snow topped trees and a red sun slowly sunk behind white topped stone giants. In the distance, she could see the silhouette of a temple resting on the mountain top. She let out three rasping gasps for oxygen and let her eyes close slowly. Finally, she let sleep claim her.
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When Wei Tashi decided he would be the one to do the food run that morning, he was not expecting it to be a very exciting day. It was a simple task. Drive down to town, pick up the delivery for the temple then drive the long road up the mountain to deliver the food for the monks. He was the only one on the force that didn't mind this job. He always found it so calming up high in the clouds, it always seemed so peaceful up there. He hummed along to the radio as he drove down the road, shivering as an icy wind blew through the open window. He had expected there to be delays due to a small festival in the city, he even planed ahead in case the weather took a nasty turn. He was not however, expecting to find a heavily tattooed woman, sitting half frozen and half dead on the side of the road.
He didn't hesitate before pulling his truck to the side of the road and jumping out, hurrying over to the woman already expecting the worse. To his surprise, she was still alive, barely.
"Miss." He called to her, his voice timid as he approached. His heart beat faster in his chest as he noticed the state she was in. The snow was stained red beneath her, as were her jacket and trousers. Her skin was pale under the bruises and her eyes were dark and sunken. He didn't fail to notice the wound on her arm, almost as if she had been grazed by a bullet. He was so busy assessing her wounds that he didn't notice the woman was staring at him, brilliant green eyes gazing at him through half closed lids. His hand moved to support her head, carefully avoiding her swollen eye.
"Miss. I'm going to get you to a hospital." He said, reaching for her arm.
"No" She slurred as she pulled away from him, seeming panicked, her body falling away from the tree and landing softly in the snow.
"I am not going to hurt you. I want to help you."
She shook her head, weakly fighting against his grabbing hands, Wei did his best to calm her down without hurting her. Catching her wrists, he pinned them against her chest. She stopped fighting, unable to move anymore and a tear fell from her good eye. Wei frowned as the woman mumbled something, her voice so horse and quiet it was almost inaudible. Moving his ear closer to the woman's frozen lips, she spoke again.
"Please….just let me die."
Wei turned once again to gaze at the woman, another tear falling from her eye as they slowly closed. Wei checked the rise and fall of her chest, then looked back at the van, shivering against the cold. He couldn't very well leave this woman to her death. Even if it was her wish. Scoping the surprisingly light woman in his arms, he rushed towards the truck, placing her in the back and covering her with a blanket. Jumping into the driver's seat and rolling up the window, Wei started the truck and continued his journey towards the temple.
The sun had long sunk behind the mountaintops and as the sky began to full with the twinkling lights of stars, Wei looked back towards the dying woman. Her eyes were once again open, staring at him with an intensity that made his heart beat faster in his chest.
"Don't worry. You're safe now." He said to her.
She blinked slowly, an expression of disbelief crossing her bruised features as she turned her head to look away from him.
Her eyes closed once more, leaving Wei, once again in silence.
As I said, It is a very short chapter. More to come. If I have made any mistakes please let me know so I can correct them.
A.W
