Man, I really don't want to write this but here it goes anyway.
Chapter 3
Tony came to, not understanding his surroundings. It took him a few minutes to regain his bearings and what was going on. The harsh reality of what has happened to Michelle came crashing down on him. The feeling was so overwhelming, yet he had no more tears to shed. He stared around at his surroundings. For the first time he really saw and felt how truly cold CTU was. He put most of his life into getting this job and office, and it takes his life in return. He couldn't stay around here.
He picked up his jacket and keys and headed down the stairs slowly. Chappelle walked up to Tony and stopped him from exiting.
"Where are you going Tony?" Chappelle asked softly.
Tony looked around him confused. "I…I honestly don't know."
Chappelle nodded. "Why don't you go home. Get some rest." Chappelle turned around slowly and walked away. He lost himself in silent thought. 'Another life affected by this job. Everybody pays the price for having this job, sometimes it's the loss of your own life, sometimes the loss of a colleagues. Even better, the loss of a spouse. Nobody should have to, but this job has the curse of having it's price. It will catch with you in the end and you will always have to pay the piper'
It took Tony two times around the parking lot to even find his car. He got inside and it was a miracle that he even made it back to their apartment building. He was paying no attention to his surroundings, and he only managed getting back to his house from his own instincts.
He stepped into the appartment. His eyes welled up at the smell of the familiar apartment. He saw the dirty dishes piled in the sink that they intended on cleaning later. On the coffee table was today's newspaper strewn about. Walking into the bedroom he saw clothes strewn about all over the room. Neither of them were that incredibly neat.
Tony stood in front of Michelle's dresser. On top were all these odd and end nick nacks that he would tease her about, because none of them went with each other. He picked up some of them and cried. What was he going to do about these? What was he going to do without her? An idea came to him.
There was an easy solution, he thought. He went to his dresser and pulled out a gun he kept in their for emergencies. He went out into the living room and sat down on the couch to think about this. Something told him not to be hasty about this. It was as if, somebody was keeping him from doing this right away. So, Tony sat their for a few moments thinking about how this was his only way out and the easy solution to all of the grief he was feeling. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. At first he thought he shouldn't answer it, but then decided against it.
Opening the door, he saw Jack, who entered without needing to be asked.
"It's happened?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, the virus acted quicker than we thought it would. I am so sorry Tony." Tony nodded solemnly and let the tears fall down his face. Jack didn't know exactly what to say. He knew how Tony felt and he knew that there wasn't much that could be said. He looked around and saw the gun and alarms went off in his head.
"What are you doing with that?" Jack asked harshly.
"I was thinking of baking a cake with it." Tony replied.
"Don't do what I think you are going to with that." Jack told him.
"Why not?" Tony asked, really wanting to know why he shouldn't end his life.
"Because, it will get better. I have been down that road and I am glad that I never did it." Jack told him sincerely.
"But, you had a daughter to live for. I have nothing. Nothing to live for." Tony moaned as his sobs overcame him.
"Live for her." Jack said passionately. "She would have wanted you to live."
Tony could only silently cry.
"She would want you to move on and live the life that was taken from her. That is the only thing you can do."
Tony nodded, unable to argue.
In the end we must all pay the piper…Some more than others. There is nothing that can be done. It catches up with us in the end.
A/N I know that was crap. I am sorry. I am in a horrible mood. I just heard some really bad news about a friend of the family and I really can't think clearly. I needed to finish this though because it was hanging over me. Thank you for the reviews.
Chapter 3
Tony came to, not understanding his surroundings. It took him a few minutes to regain his bearings and what was going on. The harsh reality of what has happened to Michelle came crashing down on him. The feeling was so overwhelming, yet he had no more tears to shed. He stared around at his surroundings. For the first time he really saw and felt how truly cold CTU was. He put most of his life into getting this job and office, and it takes his life in return. He couldn't stay around here.
He picked up his jacket and keys and headed down the stairs slowly. Chappelle walked up to Tony and stopped him from exiting.
"Where are you going Tony?" Chappelle asked softly.
Tony looked around him confused. "I…I honestly don't know."
Chappelle nodded. "Why don't you go home. Get some rest." Chappelle turned around slowly and walked away. He lost himself in silent thought. 'Another life affected by this job. Everybody pays the price for having this job, sometimes it's the loss of your own life, sometimes the loss of a colleagues. Even better, the loss of a spouse. Nobody should have to, but this job has the curse of having it's price. It will catch with you in the end and you will always have to pay the piper'
It took Tony two times around the parking lot to even find his car. He got inside and it was a miracle that he even made it back to their apartment building. He was paying no attention to his surroundings, and he only managed getting back to his house from his own instincts.
He stepped into the appartment. His eyes welled up at the smell of the familiar apartment. He saw the dirty dishes piled in the sink that they intended on cleaning later. On the coffee table was today's newspaper strewn about. Walking into the bedroom he saw clothes strewn about all over the room. Neither of them were that incredibly neat.
Tony stood in front of Michelle's dresser. On top were all these odd and end nick nacks that he would tease her about, because none of them went with each other. He picked up some of them and cried. What was he going to do about these? What was he going to do without her? An idea came to him.
There was an easy solution, he thought. He went to his dresser and pulled out a gun he kept in their for emergencies. He went out into the living room and sat down on the couch to think about this. Something told him not to be hasty about this. It was as if, somebody was keeping him from doing this right away. So, Tony sat their for a few moments thinking about how this was his only way out and the easy solution to all of the grief he was feeling. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. At first he thought he shouldn't answer it, but then decided against it.
Opening the door, he saw Jack, who entered without needing to be asked.
"It's happened?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, the virus acted quicker than we thought it would. I am so sorry Tony." Tony nodded solemnly and let the tears fall down his face. Jack didn't know exactly what to say. He knew how Tony felt and he knew that there wasn't much that could be said. He looked around and saw the gun and alarms went off in his head.
"What are you doing with that?" Jack asked harshly.
"I was thinking of baking a cake with it." Tony replied.
"Don't do what I think you are going to with that." Jack told him.
"Why not?" Tony asked, really wanting to know why he shouldn't end his life.
"Because, it will get better. I have been down that road and I am glad that I never did it." Jack told him sincerely.
"But, you had a daughter to live for. I have nothing. Nothing to live for." Tony moaned as his sobs overcame him.
"Live for her." Jack said passionately. "She would have wanted you to live."
Tony could only silently cry.
"She would want you to move on and live the life that was taken from her. That is the only thing you can do."
Tony nodded, unable to argue.
In the end we must all pay the piper…Some more than others. There is nothing that can be done. It catches up with us in the end.
A/N I know that was crap. I am sorry. I am in a horrible mood. I just heard some really bad news about a friend of the family and I really can't think clearly. I needed to finish this though because it was hanging over me. Thank you for the reviews.
