Title:Past the Mission
By: Moi
Chapter 1: 'Past The Mission'
Disclaimer: Same.
Claimer: Same.
Notes: well, I've jumped far ahead, to him being all free, all right? All right! Yes... it's a very screwy fic... sue me. Um...
all you gotta know is that Sirius and all these other dudes are Aurors, um... Sirius is an assassin... thank you and g'night!
PS I suck at my french lol. Living in Canada for 4 months did very little for me... NO FLAMES PLEASE!!! Because this fic wasn't meant for
anyone's eyes except my friends!!!
:~*~:Lorelei:~*~:
"Past the Mission,
behind the prison tower,
past the mission,
I once knew a hot girl,
past the mission,
they're closing every hour,
past the mission,
I smell the roses . . ."
~ Tori Amos, "Past the Mission"
So I drove along. I was driving back home. I knew from the beginning I'd get out someday. And I did, after long court cases. I did.
And on a sign, it said 'Exit 75; 2 miles." Exit 75. That was familiar. There was a Church/Mission house, and there was a prison there
, and a nice garden too. I would go there with Magda over the holidays and just stay around, talk, do stupid things, scratch junk on the
Church walls, kiss, eat at the restaurant on the back road there. It was fun. I supposed I'd go back to just visit it.
So I got off on exit 75.I drove to the Mission House, behind the prison where the little garden was. And I just got out of the car and
looked. I looked and smiled. I could still hear us talking and laughing and running around. I went and felt the walls. I checked the walls to
see if the engravings were still there. They were. I squinted as I read some of them.
"BEWARE OF THE IMMORTAL CHEESECAKES" wrote Magda's messy handwriting. "oh shut up, they just don't like YOU." I wrote
back once upon a time.
More writing. "Damn you! You broke my reading glasses!" was written by me. "I did NOT! I just threw them into the wall!" she responded.
And last, I saw "Alençon j'aime Athena tout les an" I had written. Sue me, I knew French. Hell my parents were from there. And I tried to speak French as much as possible. I smiled sadly. I glanced upon the place once more and left.
And I thought about things. You know, normal things, about how I hate people, and how they always cheated me, how they always lied to me. And now I'll get my revenge.
I'll be a horrible person.
I promise.
Finis
By: Moi
Chapter 1: 'Past The Mission'
Disclaimer: Same.
Claimer: Same.
Notes: well, I've jumped far ahead, to him being all free, all right? All right! Yes... it's a very screwy fic... sue me. Um...
all you gotta know is that Sirius and all these other dudes are Aurors, um... Sirius is an assassin... thank you and g'night!
PS I suck at my french lol. Living in Canada for 4 months did very little for me... NO FLAMES PLEASE!!! Because this fic wasn't meant for
anyone's eyes except my friends!!!
:~*~:Lorelei:~*~:
"Past the Mission,
behind the prison tower,
past the mission,
I once knew a hot girl,
past the mission,
they're closing every hour,
past the mission,
I smell the roses . . ."
~ Tori Amos, "Past the Mission"
So I drove along. I was driving back home. I knew from the beginning I'd get out someday. And I did, after long court cases. I did.
And on a sign, it said 'Exit 75; 2 miles." Exit 75. That was familiar. There was a Church/Mission house, and there was a prison there
, and a nice garden too. I would go there with Magda over the holidays and just stay around, talk, do stupid things, scratch junk on the
Church walls, kiss, eat at the restaurant on the back road there. It was fun. I supposed I'd go back to just visit it.
So I got off on exit 75.I drove to the Mission House, behind the prison where the little garden was. And I just got out of the car and
looked. I looked and smiled. I could still hear us talking and laughing and running around. I went and felt the walls. I checked the walls to
see if the engravings were still there. They were. I squinted as I read some of them.
"BEWARE OF THE IMMORTAL CHEESECAKES" wrote Magda's messy handwriting. "oh shut up, they just don't like YOU." I wrote
back once upon a time.
More writing. "Damn you! You broke my reading glasses!" was written by me. "I did NOT! I just threw them into the wall!" she responded.
And last, I saw "Alençon j'aime Athena tout les an" I had written. Sue me, I knew French. Hell my parents were from there. And I tried to speak French as much as possible. I smiled sadly. I glanced upon the place once more and left.
And I thought about things. You know, normal things, about how I hate people, and how they always cheated me, how they always lied to me. And now I'll get my revenge.
I'll be a horrible person.
I promise.
Finis