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03 February 2008 @ 04:52 pm
Challange # 7 - Wraeththu  
Title: Fate Wants You Dead
Subject: Wraeththu
Characters: Cal, Pellaz
Fandom: Wraeththu
Challenge #/Song: #7 - "The Wedding List" - Kate Bush
Rating: PG-13

I should have been paying more attention; human towns are always dangerous for Wraeththu, there is always tension, always trouble ready to happen.  I guess I just wasn’t thinking; at least, not about that. Neither of us were. Who worries about danger when you’re in love? I mean, I guess we’d been in love for a long time, but its one thing to feel it and another to say it.

I wasn’t watching the woman, not with the same dangerous glare she had fixed on us. I was looking at Pell, sharing one of those stupid, dopy smiles you only make at people you care about. We were both thinking about the previous night, both remembering. I love you. Hara aren’t supposed to love. Well fuck that.

I didn’t even register the gunshot for what it was at first. But the horses had gone wild and there was blood on my face where a shard of bone had flown free and cut my cheek. And then everything went from uncertainty and confusion to impossible clarity.

Seconds should not last a lifetime, not if they are seconds spent watching the one person you love die. There was red everywhere, all over his beautiful face from the bullet hole in his forehead, and he didn’t blink it out of his eyes because he couldn’t. It all went so slowly, watching him tumble back off the horse to collapse limply on the ground, still staring up through that blood.

I thought, how can he still be screaming if he’s dead? It was the worst sound I had ever heard in my life, and I couldn’t understand how it could still go on. But it wasn’t him, it was me.

I was still screaming when I blew the human bitch’s brains out, and when I gunned down the others who came to help her. I am Uigenna, I’ve killed humans like this all my life. All my life as a har, anyways. When I was human doesn’t count anymore, it never did. I know how to fight, how to be a savage, how to enjoy that fear in their eyes when they finally realize just what they are playing with. Pell changed that; he made me something good, something real. But the second he was gone all that was, too.

I stopped screaming once I finished with the attackers, but I wasn’t done killing. It wasn’t a proper town, not really. Not even a village. Just some shacks and a handful of occupants, nothing more. It didn’t take long at all to burst in on the innocents huddled in their homes out of sight. If they had wanted mercy, they should have shown me some. If they thought I had a heart anymore, they were damn wrong. They’d just shot it, remember?

It was raining by the time I finished my massacre, the ground already slippery with mud from the drops. I almost fell more than once on my way back to him, because whatever power and grace I possessed had been exhausted a few moments ago. The horses were gone, but his body had not moved. Even all that rain had not washed the blood completely away. Somehow, wiping it off and covering my hands with it seemed horribly symbolic, a sort of mystical foreshadowing of something I did not even want to think about.

I could not remember the last time I had cried, and I had certainly never wept so hard. I just sort of sat there, holding Pell’s body in the mud and the rain and sobbing so hard it felt like I was going to break apart.

It was almost two days before I finally moved from that spot, finally set him down and wiped away a final tear. The blood had dried long ago, just like the mud, but they left gritty smears on my damp face anyways. One of the horses had wandered back at some point, and the ground was soft enough for me to dig a grave without a shovel. Burying him was the hardest part and I started crying all over again as he slowly disappeared beneath the earth. I left the humans where they lay.

There was nothing to mark the grave with, except a few final tears and an incoherent, whispered goodbye. Then I mounted the horse and road away, towards Saltrock and oblivion.
Current Mood: sadsad
Current Music: Racing in the Street - Bruce Springsteen
Tenna { i will holler you home }: [ games - tzimisce ]tenel_ka on March 1st, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
Oooo! This totally made me shudder -- you did a great job setting up this scene and describing it all! :O

It made me sad though. :( BUT GOOD JOB BESIDES THE SAD.
Emily: Singin' in the Rainlusa_thul on March 6th, 2008 04:14 pm (UTC)
Merci! Its a canon scene, but written from the first person POV of the character who dies, and you only get sort of vague, second hand info about what Cal does. So I was like YAY KILLING LOTS OF PEOPLE AND EMO! The end.

Well death generally is big on the making sad thing! But, seriously, glad you liked it!
Aphy: The Kisssee_aphy_be on March 3rd, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
I loved this! It was very sad and heartwrenching, but nicely done.
Emily: Snoopy Flyinglusa_thul on March 6th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
Why thank you! Siriusly! Glad the sadness made you happy. :p