A Cautionary Tale
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A Cautionary Tale
by blindlyluv
unnamed Colin
Summary: Very dark short fiction involving possible character death
First the was a deafening crash, then there was uncontrolled sobbing.... loud enough to drown out the rest of the cacophony in his head. The only outer sound was the distant wail of sirens and an irritating hissing. The sobbing continued, it seemed as if it had been there in his head for ages. But he had only now become aware of it.
He thought he recognized whose voice it was, but that couldn't be. He was the one who cried so easily, He was the one who wore his feeling on his sleeve. The OTHER.... he was always strong, arrogant,callous, non emotional. How could these sobs be him?
There was pain, confusion and a muddied fog, but he decided to explore where this was coming from, what it could be. Searching for its beginning, he thought he saw it a long way off and began carefully stepping through the maze and clutter of un-necessary items haphazardly strewn with despair across his mind. By the time he neared it, he knew what and where it would be. No longer able to hide, he stood naked in the glaring light of truth. He just shook his head. No use... it was all of no use. What had been broken was now irretrievable lost. So easily set aside for the poorly disguised monster of "what's right".
This treasure, carefully crafted and set into perfect alignment by the kindly hand of God or Fate, lay now crushed and broken at the core from whence the sobbing emerged. Now another sound chorused with the sobbing. An eerie howl, filled with pain and loss and such.... total..... emptiness. He was too lost to realize that that was all that remained of him.
by blindlyluv
unnamed Colin
Summary: Very dark short fiction involving possible character death
First the was a deafening crash, then there was uncontrolled sobbing.... loud enough to drown out the rest of the cacophony in his head. The only outer sound was the distant wail of sirens and an irritating hissing. The sobbing continued, it seemed as if it had been there in his head for ages. But he had only now become aware of it.
He thought he recognized whose voice it was, but that couldn't be. He was the one who cried so easily, He was the one who wore his feeling on his sleeve. The OTHER.... he was always strong, arrogant,callous, non emotional. How could these sobs be him?
There was pain, confusion and a muddied fog, but he decided to explore where this was coming from, what it could be. Searching for its beginning, he thought he saw it a long way off and began carefully stepping through the maze and clutter of un-necessary items haphazardly strewn with despair across his mind. By the time he neared it, he knew what and where it would be. No longer able to hide, he stood naked in the glaring light of truth. He just shook his head. No use... it was all of no use. What had been broken was now irretrievable lost. So easily set aside for the poorly disguised monster of "what's right".
This treasure, carefully crafted and set into perfect alignment by the kindly hand of God or Fate, lay now crushed and broken at the core from whence the sobbing emerged. Now another sound chorused with the sobbing. An eerie howl, filled with pain and loss and such.... total..... emptiness. He was too lost to realize that that was all that remained of him.