A/N I know these last two are a bit angsty but chapter six will have a lot
more banter I promise. I just thought I'd better get their thoughts and
feelings outta the way first.
Almost okay
Chapter five
Leaning against his car, he reached into his jacket and pulled out an unopened packet of cigarettes, he ripped of the cellophane and threw it forcefully into the night. If only feelings were as easy to discard.
Flicking his lighter out, he inhaled deeply. His eyes raised to the stars.
His gaze always returned to them, like some spiritual magnet.
Looking down at his lighter he let out his breath in a sigh. He hated it, it was a weakness a minor one but a weakness all the same. He couldn't even remember buying them.
A subconscious act of desperation.
He had been leant there for a while. Thinking, trying to make sense of it all.
Nothing, maybe some things just didn't make sense, maybe it was better that way. He had a feeling that if he asked to many questions, the answers would bite him in the ass.
He stared at the patterns the smoke made in the air. Pattern. That's what his life had become, one unexplainable pattern.
Had he done something wrong?
Well he knew the answer to that question, but surely nothing to warrant this torture, the need to come here every night, the need to see her.
Nine thirty.
It was time, time to give his daily report. Time to continue the pattern.
Time to give in.
Stumping the cigarette out on the roof of his car he headed up the stairs to the entrance. Taking one last look at the sky, he opened the door and left the cool night air.
Passing a no smoking sign, struck him as funny. Tortures ok, rapes fine. But heaven forbid smoking. Idiots.
Slowly he headed down the corridor. He was in no rush to see her bruises, her pain and that scared the hell out of him.
There she was. Sat by the window.
New bruises. Same expression. His eyes flicked over her body. Before meeting her eyes.
His heart stopped, the gut wrenching pain hitting him head on.
Guilt.
Her face portrayed defiance, anger. He knew better.
They both had things to hide. They both understood the need to pretend. It was a game, a deadly game, neither could afford to lose.
He didn't stop. It felt wrong today.
Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't it. He liked to pretend there was a reason, but sometimes his feet just stopped.
He enjoyed the banter; it made him feel less like a monster, like what he'd done wasn't affecting her as much.
Lies. It was all lies. It didn't matter though, lies he could live with.
The guilt was a problem; it meant he had a conscience.
Passing the cell he let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He headed to the door of the office like room. Knocking slowly before entering.
"fe'nos tol"
"fe'nos tol brother." A few choice council members occupied the room. All with the same calculating expressions and cold eyes. He gave his report with an eerie precision, questions were answered, comments made. Then he was dismissed.
He headed back down the corridor ignoring max, as usual after being in the presence of the council his resolve was stronger. Fear will do that to you.
Pushing his way out the door he walked towards his car.
Bliss. The cool air hit him easing away his doubts.
He stared at the sky with a fierce longing. Why was this happening?
Why him?
Why her?
Slowly he reached for a cigarette, turning it in his fingers.
Sighing he flicked out his lighter.
After all what was one more addiction.
Please review!!!
Almost okay
Chapter five
Leaning against his car, he reached into his jacket and pulled out an unopened packet of cigarettes, he ripped of the cellophane and threw it forcefully into the night. If only feelings were as easy to discard.
Flicking his lighter out, he inhaled deeply. His eyes raised to the stars.
His gaze always returned to them, like some spiritual magnet.
Looking down at his lighter he let out his breath in a sigh. He hated it, it was a weakness a minor one but a weakness all the same. He couldn't even remember buying them.
A subconscious act of desperation.
He had been leant there for a while. Thinking, trying to make sense of it all.
Nothing, maybe some things just didn't make sense, maybe it was better that way. He had a feeling that if he asked to many questions, the answers would bite him in the ass.
He stared at the patterns the smoke made in the air. Pattern. That's what his life had become, one unexplainable pattern.
Had he done something wrong?
Well he knew the answer to that question, but surely nothing to warrant this torture, the need to come here every night, the need to see her.
Nine thirty.
It was time, time to give his daily report. Time to continue the pattern.
Time to give in.
Stumping the cigarette out on the roof of his car he headed up the stairs to the entrance. Taking one last look at the sky, he opened the door and left the cool night air.
Passing a no smoking sign, struck him as funny. Tortures ok, rapes fine. But heaven forbid smoking. Idiots.
Slowly he headed down the corridor. He was in no rush to see her bruises, her pain and that scared the hell out of him.
There she was. Sat by the window.
New bruises. Same expression. His eyes flicked over her body. Before meeting her eyes.
His heart stopped, the gut wrenching pain hitting him head on.
Guilt.
Her face portrayed defiance, anger. He knew better.
They both had things to hide. They both understood the need to pretend. It was a game, a deadly game, neither could afford to lose.
He didn't stop. It felt wrong today.
Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't it. He liked to pretend there was a reason, but sometimes his feet just stopped.
He enjoyed the banter; it made him feel less like a monster, like what he'd done wasn't affecting her as much.
Lies. It was all lies. It didn't matter though, lies he could live with.
The guilt was a problem; it meant he had a conscience.
Passing the cell he let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He headed to the door of the office like room. Knocking slowly before entering.
"fe'nos tol"
"fe'nos tol brother." A few choice council members occupied the room. All with the same calculating expressions and cold eyes. He gave his report with an eerie precision, questions were answered, comments made. Then he was dismissed.
He headed back down the corridor ignoring max, as usual after being in the presence of the council his resolve was stronger. Fear will do that to you.
Pushing his way out the door he walked towards his car.
Bliss. The cool air hit him easing away his doubts.
He stared at the sky with a fierce longing. Why was this happening?
Why him?
Why her?
Slowly he reached for a cigarette, turning it in his fingers.
Sighing he flicked out his lighter.
After all what was one more addiction.
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