Author: Artemis
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Summary: Max in a drugged haze thinks about her past and the present.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I have five bucks in my bank account and I'm kinda emotionally attached to it, so don't sue.
Author's Note: This is my first Dark Angel fic, so be nice and review. If anything this will be M/Z.
Beating, pounding insanity, he was standing there. In front of me, a gentle touch, a loving caress.
They were hurting him, blinding infirmary lights, florescent. Knifes, a red balloon, frightened tears, strong arms gone limp. Strong set features, a smile tugging at the edges, a deep ache, pain, eased by a callused fingers.
Binds, symbolic or physical? Thrashing arms, were they my own? Go, run deny. Harboring his love within me. There he was, deep blue eyes, crystal ice.
My conscience screams the words, never travel past my lips. Falling, farther and farther away from comfort. Weak arms clutch. Mine. He gazes at me. Pity, disgusted by my delicacy. 'No, don't hurt him....'
There is no gentle touch. I denied him. Hazy fear, awake to a hard surface, or soft pillows, and manicured hand? Beeping, and a light snore. A rough hand, or a soft lover's touch?
Freedom drained, or liberty abandoned? Tainted water, sweet tasting wine. Both harbor dread.
Happiness is found, a glimpse a wild race through littered streets, a gentle touch on the jaw. Attentive embraces by the shore, then fading, a dark child.
Everything clears. High ceilings, soft bed and a man, spiky blonde hair, a light snore and a bottle of wine. No! Go, run, deny. Deep dread, panic, no! The run away beat of my heart, his heart. Soft sobs silent tears and deaf ears and a once beloved face that remains undisturbed.
The picture fades, a hard surface and white ceilings. Needles, gloved hands. Pounding feet, marching in unison. All is clear, this is no drug induced vision. But pained blue eyes linger. Words die on his lips, and haunting eyes vanish. I am utterly alone. Except the insistent beating of his heart.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
Summary: Max in a drugged haze thinks about her past and the present.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I have five bucks in my bank account and I'm kinda emotionally attached to it, so don't sue.
Author's Note: This is my first Dark Angel fic, so be nice and review. If anything this will be M/Z.
Beating, pounding insanity, he was standing there. In front of me, a gentle touch, a loving caress.
They were hurting him, blinding infirmary lights, florescent. Knifes, a red balloon, frightened tears, strong arms gone limp. Strong set features, a smile tugging at the edges, a deep ache, pain, eased by a callused fingers.
Binds, symbolic or physical? Thrashing arms, were they my own? Go, run deny. Harboring his love within me. There he was, deep blue eyes, crystal ice.
My conscience screams the words, never travel past my lips. Falling, farther and farther away from comfort. Weak arms clutch. Mine. He gazes at me. Pity, disgusted by my delicacy. 'No, don't hurt him....'
There is no gentle touch. I denied him. Hazy fear, awake to a hard surface, or soft pillows, and manicured hand? Beeping, and a light snore. A rough hand, or a soft lover's touch?
Freedom drained, or liberty abandoned? Tainted water, sweet tasting wine. Both harbor dread.
Happiness is found, a glimpse a wild race through littered streets, a gentle touch on the jaw. Attentive embraces by the shore, then fading, a dark child.
Everything clears. High ceilings, soft bed and a man, spiky blonde hair, a light snore and a bottle of wine. No! Go, run, deny. Deep dread, panic, no! The run away beat of my heart, his heart. Soft sobs silent tears and deaf ears and a once beloved face that remains undisturbed.
The picture fades, a hard surface and white ceilings. Needles, gloved hands. Pounding feet, marching in unison. All is clear, this is no drug induced vision. But pained blue eyes linger. Words die on his lips, and haunting eyes vanish. I am utterly alone. Except the insistent beating of his heart.