Past the Mission
by Moi
Ch. 5: "Can't Stop What's Coming..."
"I see it coming...
And it's on its way..."
~ Tori Amos, "Bells For Her"
Notes: I credit Pixy Wesley for Myra's midget quote and her exiting quote lol.
At this time I had fallen asleep, dreaming on how i'd like to put out my revenge on
anyone who would take it; anyone I didn't care about. Who cares if they don't deserve it?? I
don't.
And then I woke up again to gunshots and people yelling, especially at me.
"Sirius, get off your lazy ass if you wanna see next year! Jesus!"
Well, we finally got some fuckin excitement! Some death eaters were raiding the area,
for joy, and I was going to kill one of them.
I had never, ever killed someone. But now, I wanted the satisfaction. I needed it. I
needed to unleash my evil on somone.
So I just sat back and watched stuff happen, until some of us left, trying to get
people to infirmaries. And I found that Zerlinda girl, trying to fight off someone else.
Now was my chance to murder any one of them.
I knew perfectly well that it was murder. I wanted it that way.
I looked at them both: they were too close to each other so I couldn't aim
specifically at one of them. Oh well.
I took out my gun.
BANG
That was the sound as I pulled the trigger once. And again. And again. Until I emptied
it all.
And they were both lying on the floor, blood just pouring out of their veins and bodies
like the rain above us.
Everything started to swirl around me. It was just too unreal. And I was just spinning
around with some little girls, slowly singing, as though they were intoxicated,
"Ring around the rosie...a pocket full of posie..."
their little rhyme went on, as I realized that I had murdered two innocent people.
Just completely innocent. I thought about how horrible I was. I thought about that I was going
back into prison. I thought it was all over.
Then I thought that I could be cleverer than that, and maybe no one would find out.
Then, all of a sudden, someone ran past me, and in a split-second, slammed my head
against a wall, and I heard the girls singing,
"They all fall down!"
~*~
I woke up (again) to some stupid gnshots apparently not directed to anyone.
"EVERYONE PLEASE CLEAR THE AREA!" yelled Magdalena, who was pacing around, making sure
everyone cleared the area. She shot it again. 'THAT MEANS YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" she
screamed at a teenager (this is basically the reason we don't have any children, thank God).
"PLEASE STAY 100 METERS OUTSIDE OF THE AREA PLEASE, OR YOU WILL BE FINED BY THE ENGLISH
GOVERNMENT! WE HAVE 3 BODIES HERE AND WE REALLY DO NOT WANT YOU TO JOIN THEM! Thank you,"
she ended sweetly with an innocent smile.
"Woo!" applauded Myra from the crowd. 'KICK THEIR ASSES!"
i closed my eyes again and felt myself being thrown (practically) into my car.
Now, Magdalena never *quite* figured how to drive a car. She was screaming at her car,
"YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP! I swear, tommorow I'm giving this shit to the Salvation Army!" She
paused. "What's that, Celeste?" she asked her (what I think is imaginary) faery. "You think I
should put the keys in the ignition? Yeah... that'd probably work!" she said happily.
So I fell asleep thinking that I'd die either way, from (1) blood loss or (2) the car
would crash.
We (luckily) made it back to our house to meet up with everyone else, and people were
startingto 'treat' my head.
"Someone pick me up! I'm a poor short person! I can't reach alchohol!" requested
Rhemyra.
"Oh Jesus Myra, you're not that short!" said Magdalena.
"'Acourse I am! Everyone where I live is a midget! I swear, there's something in the
water!" she said.
In the end, all I knew is that I had some bandages around myhead and that people were
wondering if i was still alive.
"Chanelle seems quite unaffected," muttered Remus, who knew that me and my sister
weren't exactly the best of friends.
"Of course I am," she said, staring blankly at the wall. "But he can't be dead. He's
survived worse I'll bet. Jesus, no one should be dead when they're so young," and from here she
just started muttering incoherently.
"Ok, screw that propesition. Sirius, you better wake up now before your sister goes
into a mental institute."
"Oh, I'd like that," I muttered.
"Wha?.." asked Magdalena.
"I'm alive, that's what. It's been pretty humourous to see you people mourn over my
'loss' when I was pretty well alive."
My (bebe) sister was still muttering, (You know, mental institute wouldn't be all that
bad...) so I shook her hard.
"Rejoice! I'm alive! Stop muttering! It's scaring us!"
She jumped up and shouted "YAY!" and skipped around the house.
"DON'T BREAK T--" Mag started to say, but ironically we heard some glass break.
"Dammit."
"OK, I'm going shopping! BYE!" She said, skipping jovially ((HA RED!)) out the door.
"TAKE YOUR TIME!" I shouted painfully after her.
"Don't shout the idiot, not good for your head," said Remus.
"I think I figured now. And judging on your hatred toward the inanimate car, 3 words
for you: 'Anger Manage ment.'"
She slapped her forehead. "Idiot. Anyways, so do you."
"No! I'm a perfectly calm person, thank you very much!" I retorted.
"I'm sure you are, Mr. 'GET OUT OF THE HOUSE YOU IMMATURE BABY!'" adressing me and my
'total love' for my sister.
"That's not anger! That's hatred!"
"Same thing. Anyways, you just stay here... um..." she looked at the rest of the
people. "OUT!"
"Damn we love you too!" said Remus with sarcasm.
"Yes, I know, everyone loves me," said Mag, nodding her head knowingly.
Before Rhemyra left, she said "Myra has left the building!" and left, like she always
did (well she said three things mostly before she left but anyways).
"Are you OK?" Magdalena asked me quietly.
"Yes."
"You need anything?" she asked.
"No..."
"OK then," she said as she threw herself on the bed.
I thought she'd probably go to sleep, but apparently she had found the ceiling very
interesting.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
She hesitated a moment and then climbed into my lap. "Oh God... you don't understand.
I was so close to losing you... you remember all those times I'd slit my wrists, threatening to
kill myself?" I winced at remembering, even though I was trying hard not to. "I would've done
that if you died, I swear I would."
"No you wouldn't, cause you've been threatening for over 20 years!"
She looked at me and then put her head on my shoulder as the tears started to stream
down her face.
"Shh... it's ok... I'm still here... Chani's right, I've lived through worse," I
soothed. I lifted her head and brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her tears away.
"Like what?" she asked thickly, laying her head down again.
No, I wasn't going to tell her just to depress her more. "I'll tell you another time,"
I said as I rocked back and forth, saddening myself from memories.
"Another time."
by Moi
Ch. 5: "Can't Stop What's Coming..."
"I see it coming...
And it's on its way..."
~ Tori Amos, "Bells For Her"
Notes: I credit Pixy Wesley for Myra's midget quote and her exiting quote lol.
At this time I had fallen asleep, dreaming on how i'd like to put out my revenge on
anyone who would take it; anyone I didn't care about. Who cares if they don't deserve it?? I
don't.
And then I woke up again to gunshots and people yelling, especially at me.
"Sirius, get off your lazy ass if you wanna see next year! Jesus!"
Well, we finally got some fuckin excitement! Some death eaters were raiding the area,
for joy, and I was going to kill one of them.
I had never, ever killed someone. But now, I wanted the satisfaction. I needed it. I
needed to unleash my evil on somone.
So I just sat back and watched stuff happen, until some of us left, trying to get
people to infirmaries. And I found that Zerlinda girl, trying to fight off someone else.
Now was my chance to murder any one of them.
I knew perfectly well that it was murder. I wanted it that way.
I looked at them both: they were too close to each other so I couldn't aim
specifically at one of them. Oh well.
I took out my gun.
BANG
That was the sound as I pulled the trigger once. And again. And again. Until I emptied
it all.
And they were both lying on the floor, blood just pouring out of their veins and bodies
like the rain above us.
Everything started to swirl around me. It was just too unreal. And I was just spinning
around with some little girls, slowly singing, as though they were intoxicated,
"Ring around the rosie...a pocket full of posie..."
their little rhyme went on, as I realized that I had murdered two innocent people.
Just completely innocent. I thought about how horrible I was. I thought about that I was going
back into prison. I thought it was all over.
Then I thought that I could be cleverer than that, and maybe no one would find out.
Then, all of a sudden, someone ran past me, and in a split-second, slammed my head
against a wall, and I heard the girls singing,
"They all fall down!"
~*~
I woke up (again) to some stupid gnshots apparently not directed to anyone.
"EVERYONE PLEASE CLEAR THE AREA!" yelled Magdalena, who was pacing around, making sure
everyone cleared the area. She shot it again. 'THAT MEANS YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" she
screamed at a teenager (this is basically the reason we don't have any children, thank God).
"PLEASE STAY 100 METERS OUTSIDE OF THE AREA PLEASE, OR YOU WILL BE FINED BY THE ENGLISH
GOVERNMENT! WE HAVE 3 BODIES HERE AND WE REALLY DO NOT WANT YOU TO JOIN THEM! Thank you,"
she ended sweetly with an innocent smile.
"Woo!" applauded Myra from the crowd. 'KICK THEIR ASSES!"
i closed my eyes again and felt myself being thrown (practically) into my car.
Now, Magdalena never *quite* figured how to drive a car. She was screaming at her car,
"YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP! I swear, tommorow I'm giving this shit to the Salvation Army!" She
paused. "What's that, Celeste?" she asked her (what I think is imaginary) faery. "You think I
should put the keys in the ignition? Yeah... that'd probably work!" she said happily.
So I fell asleep thinking that I'd die either way, from (1) blood loss or (2) the car
would crash.
We (luckily) made it back to our house to meet up with everyone else, and people were
startingto 'treat' my head.
"Someone pick me up! I'm a poor short person! I can't reach alchohol!" requested
Rhemyra.
"Oh Jesus Myra, you're not that short!" said Magdalena.
"'Acourse I am! Everyone where I live is a midget! I swear, there's something in the
water!" she said.
In the end, all I knew is that I had some bandages around myhead and that people were
wondering if i was still alive.
"Chanelle seems quite unaffected," muttered Remus, who knew that me and my sister
weren't exactly the best of friends.
"Of course I am," she said, staring blankly at the wall. "But he can't be dead. He's
survived worse I'll bet. Jesus, no one should be dead when they're so young," and from here she
just started muttering incoherently.
"Ok, screw that propesition. Sirius, you better wake up now before your sister goes
into a mental institute."
"Oh, I'd like that," I muttered.
"Wha?.." asked Magdalena.
"I'm alive, that's what. It's been pretty humourous to see you people mourn over my
'loss' when I was pretty well alive."
My (bebe) sister was still muttering, (You know, mental institute wouldn't be all that
bad...) so I shook her hard.
"Rejoice! I'm alive! Stop muttering! It's scaring us!"
She jumped up and shouted "YAY!" and skipped around the house.
"DON'T BREAK T--" Mag started to say, but ironically we heard some glass break.
"Dammit."
"OK, I'm going shopping! BYE!" She said, skipping jovially ((HA RED!)) out the door.
"TAKE YOUR TIME!" I shouted painfully after her.
"Don't shout the idiot, not good for your head," said Remus.
"I think I figured now. And judging on your hatred toward the inanimate car, 3 words
for you: 'Anger Manage ment.'"
She slapped her forehead. "Idiot. Anyways, so do you."
"No! I'm a perfectly calm person, thank you very much!" I retorted.
"I'm sure you are, Mr. 'GET OUT OF THE HOUSE YOU IMMATURE BABY!'" adressing me and my
'total love' for my sister.
"That's not anger! That's hatred!"
"Same thing. Anyways, you just stay here... um..." she looked at the rest of the
people. "OUT!"
"Damn we love you too!" said Remus with sarcasm.
"Yes, I know, everyone loves me," said Mag, nodding her head knowingly.
Before Rhemyra left, she said "Myra has left the building!" and left, like she always
did (well she said three things mostly before she left but anyways).
"Are you OK?" Magdalena asked me quietly.
"Yes."
"You need anything?" she asked.
"No..."
"OK then," she said as she threw herself on the bed.
I thought she'd probably go to sleep, but apparently she had found the ceiling very
interesting.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
She hesitated a moment and then climbed into my lap. "Oh God... you don't understand.
I was so close to losing you... you remember all those times I'd slit my wrists, threatening to
kill myself?" I winced at remembering, even though I was trying hard not to. "I would've done
that if you died, I swear I would."
"No you wouldn't, cause you've been threatening for over 20 years!"
She looked at me and then put her head on my shoulder as the tears started to stream
down her face.
"Shh... it's ok... I'm still here... Chani's right, I've lived through worse," I
soothed. I lifted her head and brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her tears away.
"Like what?" she asked thickly, laying her head down again.
No, I wasn't going to tell her just to depress her more. "I'll tell you another time,"
I said as I rocked back and forth, saddening myself from memories.
"Another time."