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Dark Side of the Moon
AllOverTheWorld
The sun dipped below the horizon sending Michael Westin in to shadows inside the hut he had discovered a few hours before. It did little to protect him from the elements that raged outside but it put a roof over his head and allowed Michael to sustain a small fire that provided enough heat to keep him alive. He sat there staring at the flames watching as they danced around each other and every time he closed his eyes he saw her, he saw them. Every time he closed his eyes he sees her in front of him and guilt would rush into his brain like an adrenaline rush. His breathing would speed up and his pulse would race and it took every ounce of control he had to not scream out.
He had broken the single most important rule a spy could break and now he was paying for it. When he was in training there was a reason why they never knew each other's real names. If they knew each others real names they would get connected, become attached, make a real connection. He had never meant to make a connection, never meant for it change his life forever but Ireland changed all of theat. Michael entered the spy game because he had the perfect background for it: wouldn't get homesick, didn't trust anyone, and most of all used to getting pushed around.
Leaving her was the hardest thing he ever had to do but as a good operative he turned his back on the operation and walked away. No one would ever see the tears that would fall; she would never know how much it killed him to walk away. The fake smiles, the pretending that he was the same old Michael Westin; all of it was a façade hiding the pain he really felt.
He shifted from his spot against the wall and poked the flames with stick. As he shifted back something clattered out of his jacket and he looked at it. It laid there, the flames reflecting off its barrel. The winds seemed to slowdown and he just stared at it, he could end it right here, right now. He picked up the gun slowly as if it might explode into a million pieces in his hands. He looked it over, feeling the weight of it in his hands, feeling how much power he held and how he could change someone's life, or his own, just by pulling the trigger.
His mind flashed back to the reaction he had imagined a million times over, each time more painful than the last. Each time he would think of how torn she would have been, how many things would get blown up and worst of all how much trouble he would be in if any of her brothers caught up with him. They wouldn't care that he was a spy he knew that they would rip him limb from limb for breaking their sister's heart. He raised the gun to his head; he could end it all never again would he have to feel the pain that he felt right now.
The barrel of the gun felt cold against his head but the cold seemed to warm him knowing that he was going to end it for good relieved him. He gulped and closed his eyes thinking of his mother, his brother and her. His pulse began to race and he put his finger on the trigger-
CRASH
Michael jumped a mile and the gun went flying to the other side of the room. He took some slow deep breaths to calm himself.
What are you doing? Her voice rang out in his head Kill yourself? That's a bit uncreative Michael; if you're going to do it might as well make it look flash. He could feel her hands tracing the scars down his back, her cool touch made his brain whiz-
He opened his eyes and looked around for the source of the noise. His eyes rested on a small metal box that had fallen from the shelf his bag had been resting on. Some of the contents of the box had fallen out and he crawled over to pick them up. His heart stopped as he saw what they were. They were pictures that he had taken in Ireland of her. The first one was of her on the beach and she was laughing and smiling at something Michael had just said. The one beneath that was her about to cross the street in Dublin, she was looking at the camera but not at it. The look in her eyes showed she was looking at something beyond him and the camera. His heart raced as the good memories rushed into his brain. Filling him with hope that this could get fixed, he would get out of this hell hole alive.
He clutched the photos to his chest and let the tears flow freely as he rested his back against the wall of the hut. "Thanks Fi" he whispered into the winds relieved that even a year later she could still save his life whether she knew it or not.
The inspiration for this was the fact that I think they don't show enough of Michael's dark side on the TV show so I took matters into my own hands. Please Read and Review it makes me smile every time I get a review and I get inspired to write more.