Title: Three empties
Author: SRu
Summary: Three men, three women, three emotional pieces. Please review
Rating: PG
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel. This is just for fun.
Spoilers: Well, "The Berrisford Agenda" went almost like this.
Megan, thanks for beta-reading!
Part 2. Vodka
I can't believe it.
This morning, she smiled and kissed me. Now I'm sitting on a park bench, with a stolen bottle of Stolichnaya, and the smell of smoke in my clothes.
I don't give a shit about the clothes. I don't think Rachel did either. Not that it matters now.
I snuck in to the hospital. Nothing was going to stop me from seeing her. The torture of transgenic hearing: surgeons were chatting with each other, standing at the end of the hall. "Extensive brain damage." "Flat-line." "Hopeless case. Too bad." Rachel? Or someone else?
I sat next to her bed. There was dried blood in her hair. I could hear her heart beating, but she wasn't even breathing for herself. A machine was running that. Tubes, and wires, and chemical smells like some deep, secret lab under Manticore.
I couldn't decide. Maybe she'd wake up, if I yelled. No, maybe I'd break her completely if I touched her. I heard the footsteps of a nurse make her rounds, so I vanished without choosing.
Then I was back on the street, and it seemed like I was still invisible. No one would make eye contact. How do normals know a monster when they see one?
Maybe the alcohol will dissolve me completely. I hope.
If I go back, the psych guys will talk to me. I'll answer their questions. They will watch my eyes, and watch my fingers twitch. A wise nod, and wrinkles between the eyes. They will tape me down, and wire me up. They will put me under. Everything will go away, except the voice "You don't need a heart, 494. We're taking it out, and putting it in the freezer."
You would think that someone would make a comfortable park bench. Isn't it bad enough that the cops drive by and glare at me?
Oh, great. Three black Humvees.
Stoli should take the edge off the tasers, right?
No, it's empty.
Author: SRu
Summary: Three men, three women, three emotional pieces. Please review
Rating: PG
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel. This is just for fun.
Spoilers: Well, "The Berrisford Agenda" went almost like this.
Megan, thanks for beta-reading!
Part 2. Vodka
I can't believe it.
This morning, she smiled and kissed me. Now I'm sitting on a park bench, with a stolen bottle of Stolichnaya, and the smell of smoke in my clothes.
I don't give a shit about the clothes. I don't think Rachel did either. Not that it matters now.
I snuck in to the hospital. Nothing was going to stop me from seeing her. The torture of transgenic hearing: surgeons were chatting with each other, standing at the end of the hall. "Extensive brain damage." "Flat-line." "Hopeless case. Too bad." Rachel? Or someone else?
I sat next to her bed. There was dried blood in her hair. I could hear her heart beating, but she wasn't even breathing for herself. A machine was running that. Tubes, and wires, and chemical smells like some deep, secret lab under Manticore.
I couldn't decide. Maybe she'd wake up, if I yelled. No, maybe I'd break her completely if I touched her. I heard the footsteps of a nurse make her rounds, so I vanished without choosing.
Then I was back on the street, and it seemed like I was still invisible. No one would make eye contact. How do normals know a monster when they see one?
Maybe the alcohol will dissolve me completely. I hope.
If I go back, the psych guys will talk to me. I'll answer their questions. They will watch my eyes, and watch my fingers twitch. A wise nod, and wrinkles between the eyes. They will tape me down, and wire me up. They will put me under. Everything will go away, except the voice "You don't need a heart, 494. We're taking it out, and putting it in the freezer."
You would think that someone would make a comfortable park bench. Isn't it bad enough that the cops drive by and glare at me?
Oh, great. Three black Humvees.
Stoli should take the edge off the tasers, right?
No, it's empty.