Post by Dire Wolf on Sept 15, 2012 21:56:26 GMT -5
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^ is the source of this. It was pretty much me in the stan. Anyways, this is where I will 'blog'. I normally don't do this. I normally look down on people who do, actually, but my job is the type that almost requires me to vent sometimes. Since I don't like to do it to people, I'll do it to the internet at large. People can ignore or pay attention if you'd like. You can respond if you want, but please leave sympathy out of it. I'll also post random short stories, musings, and stuff like that.
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For the first time in her life, she felt fear. Not the kind of flinching, fleeting fear you feel when you forget a homework assignment or lock your keys in the car. This breed of fear was the sort that made you feel as if your heart stopped beating. Time slowed as its icy fingers touched her heart. The small black eye of the pistol seemed to be three times as large. Fear did a funny thing to people. It has the power to subdue entire nations, yet it can empower some to change the world.
Fear can turn the strongest of men into shivering heaps of flesh and turn the weak into heroes. Katy was no weakling, nor was she the most powerful of her peers. Fear touched her heart as she stared down the maw of a pistol, but it didn't control her.
Kayt's brow furrowed angrily at the coward behind the weapon. She briefly recalled entering the bank to deposit her check. Working at the bar may have been slow, it may have been degrading when drunk men cop a feel. It may have been infuriating at times. What it was, though, was a paycheck. She would stare a hundred guns down and work at a bar until the day she diedif it meant that her children would never go hungry again. It had happened a few times since their dead beat father skipped town.
Now some lowlife coward dared to put her children's well being at risk for some quick and easy cash. The very idea planted a seed of rage so deeply in her heart that she wanted to stand up and beat the criminal with his own weapon. For a moment her fear was forgotten and replaced with rage.
There was more than just one robber, though. THere were five. All circled around her and one with a camera. Any attempt to rebel would end with her completely perforated. The robbers had told the police their demands. Money. A safe flight into Mexico. Five hostages as collateral. The cops told them to go screw themselves in the gentlest possible way.
The robbers decided to kill one hostage every hour on the hour until their demands were met. That was four hours ago. Katy took a moment to look down at the drying pool of blood at her knees. She took a sharp inhale of breath at the realization: she was next.
Her children would never see their mother again.
Tears stung at her eyes when the realization hit her. One man would end three people's lives with the flick of a finger. "On John. Oh Melony. I'm so sorry," she sobbed. If only she could see them on last time. She noticed they weren't watching the news.
That thought inspired her. She would die within a few moments regardless of her actions. Because two sides were too stubborn or cowardly to let the alter have their way. r compromise. John and Mel would go to a home on the whim of cowards.
There was nothing she could do to stop her death. Nothing but one last act of defiance. She could get up off of her knees. Katy could do nothing, nothing but stand. Fear keeps us on our knees when there is nothing to fear. There is nothing worth fearing. All men must die.
Her life was ended with the flick of a finger.
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Eh. I did that while in the gunner's seat of a launcher on tuesday. Here it is. First poast, yay.
^ is the source of this. It was pretty much me in the stan. Anyways, this is where I will 'blog'. I normally don't do this. I normally look down on people who do, actually, but my job is the type that almost requires me to vent sometimes. Since I don't like to do it to people, I'll do it to the internet at large. People can ignore or pay attention if you'd like. You can respond if you want, but please leave sympathy out of it. I'll also post random short stories, musings, and stuff like that.
~~
For the first time in her life, she felt fear. Not the kind of flinching, fleeting fear you feel when you forget a homework assignment or lock your keys in the car. This breed of fear was the sort that made you feel as if your heart stopped beating. Time slowed as its icy fingers touched her heart. The small black eye of the pistol seemed to be three times as large. Fear did a funny thing to people. It has the power to subdue entire nations, yet it can empower some to change the world.
Fear can turn the strongest of men into shivering heaps of flesh and turn the weak into heroes. Katy was no weakling, nor was she the most powerful of her peers. Fear touched her heart as she stared down the maw of a pistol, but it didn't control her.
Kayt's brow furrowed angrily at the coward behind the weapon. She briefly recalled entering the bank to deposit her check. Working at the bar may have been slow, it may have been degrading when drunk men cop a feel. It may have been infuriating at times. What it was, though, was a paycheck. She would stare a hundred guns down and work at a bar until the day she diedif it meant that her children would never go hungry again. It had happened a few times since their dead beat father skipped town.
Now some lowlife coward dared to put her children's well being at risk for some quick and easy cash. The very idea planted a seed of rage so deeply in her heart that she wanted to stand up and beat the criminal with his own weapon. For a moment her fear was forgotten and replaced with rage.
There was more than just one robber, though. THere were five. All circled around her and one with a camera. Any attempt to rebel would end with her completely perforated. The robbers had told the police their demands. Money. A safe flight into Mexico. Five hostages as collateral. The cops told them to go screw themselves in the gentlest possible way.
The robbers decided to kill one hostage every hour on the hour until their demands were met. That was four hours ago. Katy took a moment to look down at the drying pool of blood at her knees. She took a sharp inhale of breath at the realization: she was next.
Her children would never see their mother again.
Tears stung at her eyes when the realization hit her. One man would end three people's lives with the flick of a finger. "On John. Oh Melony. I'm so sorry," she sobbed. If only she could see them on last time. She noticed they weren't watching the news.
That thought inspired her. She would die within a few moments regardless of her actions. Because two sides were too stubborn or cowardly to let the alter have their way. r compromise. John and Mel would go to a home on the whim of cowards.
There was nothing she could do to stop her death. Nothing but one last act of defiance. She could get up off of her knees. Katy could do nothing, nothing but stand. Fear keeps us on our knees when there is nothing to fear. There is nothing worth fearing. All men must die.
Her life was ended with the flick of a finger.
~~
Eh. I did that while in the gunner's seat of a launcher on tuesday. Here it is. First poast, yay.