OMG wheeeee! My first SH2 fic!! ::dances:: Why am I so happy? This fic is angst-y. Well anyways on with the fic.. Yeah it's a sorta song-fic going to Fuel's "Empty Spaces"
Disclaimer: I don't own James or Mary or anything SH2 for that matter. They belong to Konami. ::bows down to Konami:: Fuel owns "Empty Spaces" mmyup.
((Mister could you maybe lend a hand?
To help a drowning, starving, soulless man?
Whose eyes are blind and feeling's all but numb
Whose ears are all so deaf and mouth is dumb.))
Finally. I picked up the videotape from the safe. "Mary, I'll see you again soon." I whispered. I ran back all the way to Room 312... Its very number seemed so ominous. Opening the door, I expected you to be there waiting for me. You weren't. A sharp pang of pain ran through my heart.
((This is the way, is the way I fill your spaces now))
Slipping into the room, the smell of your perfume still wafted in the air. I longed for you to be here. I walked over to the window. I remember you sitting there staring calmly at the lake. I traced my fingers along the window.
((It's the way, it's the way
Cause all that's been left for me
Is to fight to fill these empty spaces now))
This silent haven, it's where I found relief. For now at least. This room didn't smell of blood. The sound of cries of the, the monsters echoed in my head, but not here. The smell rotting flesh will forever stay in my mind. I thought I had been going insane for the longest time. Not here. Mary, this was our special place, our heaven.
((Night is day and day is night again
And all that's eating bites with toothy grins))
For now I could see you in this video. I pull one of the chairs over and set it in front of the old television. Calmly I put the video in the VCR. A smile on my face I wait eagerly for it to start. There you are, joyful, wonderful, beautiful. The picture of the old tape slowly fades. The picture on the screen shakes and flashes another image. You're sick, horrible, monstrous. How could I? How could I think such things of you? I love you, I know I do. I come in. You smile seeing my face.
((The pages of my memory torn in twain
Where reconstructing lies could not contain))
I walk over to you and smile. Do I mean it? Then, then... I...
((This is the way, is the way))
It can't be possible... No... I, I couldn't.... Could I? How? Why?
((I fill your spaces now))
Why?
((It's the way, it's the way))
I... I...
((Cause it's all that's been left for me))
I killed you, Mary. I killed you with my own hands. My angel of this silent haven. Destroyed by me.
((Is to fight to fill these empty spaces now))
Mary... I... I'm sorry. But know I'll always love you.
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A little weird to write. Since it is James's point of view. =/ But anyway review! Flames and criticism are always accepted. =]
Disclaimer: I don't own James or Mary or anything SH2 for that matter. They belong to Konami. ::bows down to Konami:: Fuel owns "Empty Spaces" mmyup.
((Mister could you maybe lend a hand?
To help a drowning, starving, soulless man?
Whose eyes are blind and feeling's all but numb
Whose ears are all so deaf and mouth is dumb.))
Finally. I picked up the videotape from the safe. "Mary, I'll see you again soon." I whispered. I ran back all the way to Room 312... Its very number seemed so ominous. Opening the door, I expected you to be there waiting for me. You weren't. A sharp pang of pain ran through my heart.
((This is the way, is the way I fill your spaces now))
Slipping into the room, the smell of your perfume still wafted in the air. I longed for you to be here. I walked over to the window. I remember you sitting there staring calmly at the lake. I traced my fingers along the window.
((It's the way, it's the way
Cause all that's been left for me
Is to fight to fill these empty spaces now))
This silent haven, it's where I found relief. For now at least. This room didn't smell of blood. The sound of cries of the, the monsters echoed in my head, but not here. The smell rotting flesh will forever stay in my mind. I thought I had been going insane for the longest time. Not here. Mary, this was our special place, our heaven.
((Night is day and day is night again
And all that's eating bites with toothy grins))
For now I could see you in this video. I pull one of the chairs over and set it in front of the old television. Calmly I put the video in the VCR. A smile on my face I wait eagerly for it to start. There you are, joyful, wonderful, beautiful. The picture of the old tape slowly fades. The picture on the screen shakes and flashes another image. You're sick, horrible, monstrous. How could I? How could I think such things of you? I love you, I know I do. I come in. You smile seeing my face.
((The pages of my memory torn in twain
Where reconstructing lies could not contain))
I walk over to you and smile. Do I mean it? Then, then... I...
((This is the way, is the way))
It can't be possible... No... I, I couldn't.... Could I? How? Why?
((I fill your spaces now))
Why?
((It's the way, it's the way))
I... I...
((Cause it's all that's been left for me))
I killed you, Mary. I killed you with my own hands. My angel of this silent haven. Destroyed by me.
((Is to fight to fill these empty spaces now))
Mary... I... I'm sorry. But know I'll always love you.
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A little weird to write. Since it is James's point of view. =/ But anyway review! Flames and criticism are always accepted. =]