Faded Line
Sunrise own the characters, Finch owns the song. And Amanda gets MAJOR brownie points for figuring out the last part of the song (btw great screaming Nate)
Can't you see you left me
there on my own
give me one good reason
why I should let go. Now...
(WHO WILL STOP ME NOW!? Yelled repeatedly in the background)
There was a buzzing sound that penetrated Heero's room, he grabbed at his alarm clock; it came away from the desk with surprising ease. Heero looked at it and it's tattered cord. It took a few moments for his groggy mind to realize that the sound wasn't the clock but the doorbell. He was confused. /What day was it? What had happened? Was it all just a big dream?/ Heero thought.
He supported his weight on his hand and sat up in his bed. He winced at his pain. Looking down he saw the stitched up cuts. He looked across his room at the broken frame lying on the floor. So that wasn't a dream… how much more of it wasn't? He ignored the bell and hastily dialed Dorothy's number.
"Hi there, you have reached Dorot-," Heero hung up the phone. He glanced at the watch still on his wrist. It was 10:00 on a Saturday or Sunday morning. She should be up. He tried her cell phone only to get the same result. Now he was scared. She always had her phone on. Maybe that last part wasn't a dream after all.
He began to panic, a lump formed in his throat. Had he… had he killed her? He began to shake. The memory was so vivid, he could almost feel the ache in his muscles from gripping her neck for so long. He couldn't stand to open the door. He knew who it was. It would be the police, no doubt, to arrest him for the murder. What could he do? He was guilty after all.
He was frozen in place on his bed. Who ever was at the door stopped with the bell and started to pound on his door. In just a few short seconds they would break through it, and he would be hauled away. Maybe if he didn't speak, if he acted like he couldn't, maybe he would be able to plead insanity.
"Heero? Heero, are you in there?" The person called from outside. Heero recognized the voice. It wasn't the voice a male police officer would have… or even a female… it was… He jumped from the bed and ran to the door, tripping over his discarded clothes. He flung the door open to see her standing at his doorstep.
His hopes were vanquished as he looked down, "Sorry Mrs. Moore uh… I thought you might be someone else." He said.
"Heero, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I… um… I have to go do something." Heero said as he ran past the old woman and bounded down the stairs. He was lost in thought again, /Was this a dream as well? I could of sworn I heard Doro's voice and not Mrs. Moore's, could it just be that I was mistaken?/
The thoughts of what really happened were swirling in his head. He jumped the five steps leading up to the apartment building and took off into a sprint towards Dorothy's house. Her home was nearly ten miles away, and he didn't have his car. That he knew was true, he didn't know how though. The restaurant wouldn't be open, and besides, it was another few miles in the other direction. He ran like he hadn't run since he was a kid. He ran with a sense of purpose he had never felt before. He darted through the crowd of people on weekend outings.
A sharp pain went through his foot. His shoeless foot had stepped on something. He didn't bother to put the shoes back on, and now he was paying for it. He pushed past the pain and continued to run on the hurt foot. That wasn't the only thing amiss with his attire. His shirt was un-tucked on one side and his hair was unruly. He looked how he should: like he had just woken up.
Finally he had reached her development. She was set for life thanks to her late, wealthy grandfather. So while he worked to make his living she did charity work and had parties with people with equally expensive mansions. He ran up the street of sparse and large houses. He slowed down to a stop towards the end of the long street and stared at what he saw.
The flashing lights of the police cars reflected off the wet asphalt. He stared with his mouth wide open. He swallowed only to find that there was no saliva in his mouth. /Go you idiot! Don't just stand there!/ A voice said inside his head ordered. Shakily he started to run again towards the home, to Her home.
Detectives were combing the yard and yellow caution tape was put up all around the home. Heero ignored the tape. He hurtled over it and ran inside. "Hey you! You can't go in there!" Someone called after him.
Heero ignored him and continued. His heart was pounding in his head. He ran into the hall where he had or dreamt he had murdered her. He stopped in his tracks as a chill was sent down his spine. Forgetting all that he was taught on hiding emotions and being strong he fell to his knees and began to weep. In front of him he could see Dorothy's arm coming out from underneath the white sheet, and the outline of Warren's body under the sheet next to her.
The butler was talking to some detectives. He raised his finger at Heero, "That's him! That's the guy!" He yelled just as the detectives from outside had caught up with him.
"Jesus! This is the guy?" Someone asked as another pulled Heero to his feet. Heero obliged, he didn't feel like retaliating.
He looked over at Ken, "I didn't… mean to." He mumbled as they cuffed him.
Heero awoke in a cold sweat. He looked at his alarm clock; it read 7:52 AM or was it? He checked the back; the cord had been ripped from it.
Disclaimer/note: some people have questioned me- or rather yelled at me- on how I could make Heero a killer. In my defense: I didn't make up anything. Yeah Heero kicks ass and is sexy as hell to boot but you have to remember that we ARE talking about a trained assassin here. I quote the official manga:
Relena: Who are you anyways?!
Heero: (laughs viciously) Me? I'm a killer. (Wraps hand around Relena's neck)
Cut that little confrontation out of the series now didn't they? I tried to keep inside Heero's character with out leaving behind his murderous past OR his attempts to live a normal life after the war. I think I did all right, but that's just my opinion. I hope you all enjoyed my violent little spiel on this violent little song. And PLEASE review I LOVE reviews like nothing else!
Don't agree? Tell me! Review ALL FLAMES ARE WELLCOMED AND SMILED UPON! I get a sick thrill out of reading flame. What can I say? I live for pissing people off.
Sunrise own the characters, Finch owns the song. And Amanda gets MAJOR brownie points for figuring out the last part of the song (btw great screaming Nate)
Can't you see you left me
there on my own
give me one good reason
why I should let go. Now...
(WHO WILL STOP ME NOW!? Yelled repeatedly in the background)
There was a buzzing sound that penetrated Heero's room, he grabbed at his alarm clock; it came away from the desk with surprising ease. Heero looked at it and it's tattered cord. It took a few moments for his groggy mind to realize that the sound wasn't the clock but the doorbell. He was confused. /What day was it? What had happened? Was it all just a big dream?/ Heero thought.
He supported his weight on his hand and sat up in his bed. He winced at his pain. Looking down he saw the stitched up cuts. He looked across his room at the broken frame lying on the floor. So that wasn't a dream… how much more of it wasn't? He ignored the bell and hastily dialed Dorothy's number.
"Hi there, you have reached Dorot-," Heero hung up the phone. He glanced at the watch still on his wrist. It was 10:00 on a Saturday or Sunday morning. She should be up. He tried her cell phone only to get the same result. Now he was scared. She always had her phone on. Maybe that last part wasn't a dream after all.
He began to panic, a lump formed in his throat. Had he… had he killed her? He began to shake. The memory was so vivid, he could almost feel the ache in his muscles from gripping her neck for so long. He couldn't stand to open the door. He knew who it was. It would be the police, no doubt, to arrest him for the murder. What could he do? He was guilty after all.
He was frozen in place on his bed. Who ever was at the door stopped with the bell and started to pound on his door. In just a few short seconds they would break through it, and he would be hauled away. Maybe if he didn't speak, if he acted like he couldn't, maybe he would be able to plead insanity.
"Heero? Heero, are you in there?" The person called from outside. Heero recognized the voice. It wasn't the voice a male police officer would have… or even a female… it was… He jumped from the bed and ran to the door, tripping over his discarded clothes. He flung the door open to see her standing at his doorstep.
His hopes were vanquished as he looked down, "Sorry Mrs. Moore uh… I thought you might be someone else." He said.
"Heero, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I… um… I have to go do something." Heero said as he ran past the old woman and bounded down the stairs. He was lost in thought again, /Was this a dream as well? I could of sworn I heard Doro's voice and not Mrs. Moore's, could it just be that I was mistaken?/
The thoughts of what really happened were swirling in his head. He jumped the five steps leading up to the apartment building and took off into a sprint towards Dorothy's house. Her home was nearly ten miles away, and he didn't have his car. That he knew was true, he didn't know how though. The restaurant wouldn't be open, and besides, it was another few miles in the other direction. He ran like he hadn't run since he was a kid. He ran with a sense of purpose he had never felt before. He darted through the crowd of people on weekend outings.
A sharp pain went through his foot. His shoeless foot had stepped on something. He didn't bother to put the shoes back on, and now he was paying for it. He pushed past the pain and continued to run on the hurt foot. That wasn't the only thing amiss with his attire. His shirt was un-tucked on one side and his hair was unruly. He looked how he should: like he had just woken up.
Finally he had reached her development. She was set for life thanks to her late, wealthy grandfather. So while he worked to make his living she did charity work and had parties with people with equally expensive mansions. He ran up the street of sparse and large houses. He slowed down to a stop towards the end of the long street and stared at what he saw.
The flashing lights of the police cars reflected off the wet asphalt. He stared with his mouth wide open. He swallowed only to find that there was no saliva in his mouth. /Go you idiot! Don't just stand there!/ A voice said inside his head ordered. Shakily he started to run again towards the home, to Her home.
Detectives were combing the yard and yellow caution tape was put up all around the home. Heero ignored the tape. He hurtled over it and ran inside. "Hey you! You can't go in there!" Someone called after him.
Heero ignored him and continued. His heart was pounding in his head. He ran into the hall where he had or dreamt he had murdered her. He stopped in his tracks as a chill was sent down his spine. Forgetting all that he was taught on hiding emotions and being strong he fell to his knees and began to weep. In front of him he could see Dorothy's arm coming out from underneath the white sheet, and the outline of Warren's body under the sheet next to her.
The butler was talking to some detectives. He raised his finger at Heero, "That's him! That's the guy!" He yelled just as the detectives from outside had caught up with him.
"Jesus! This is the guy?" Someone asked as another pulled Heero to his feet. Heero obliged, he didn't feel like retaliating.
He looked over at Ken, "I didn't… mean to." He mumbled as they cuffed him.
Heero awoke in a cold sweat. He looked at his alarm clock; it read 7:52 AM or was it? He checked the back; the cord had been ripped from it.
Disclaimer/note: some people have questioned me- or rather yelled at me- on how I could make Heero a killer. In my defense: I didn't make up anything. Yeah Heero kicks ass and is sexy as hell to boot but you have to remember that we ARE talking about a trained assassin here. I quote the official manga:
Relena: Who are you anyways?!
Heero: (laughs viciously) Me? I'm a killer. (Wraps hand around Relena's neck)
Cut that little confrontation out of the series now didn't they? I tried to keep inside Heero's character with out leaving behind his murderous past OR his attempts to live a normal life after the war. I think I did all right, but that's just my opinion. I hope you all enjoyed my violent little spiel on this violent little song. And PLEASE review I LOVE reviews like nothing else!
Don't agree? Tell me! Review ALL FLAMES ARE WELLCOMED AND SMILED UPON! I get a sick thrill out of reading flame. What can I say? I live for pissing people off.
