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ajremixOkay, all the old stuff is up. This is new. And it's based on my original series: Skip Tracers, which I will start working on once Otakon is out of my way. Slight spoilerage, but that's only because I'm the only one that knows the characters, I guess^^;; You can see the characters and get an idea of them from the short I did for last Christmas here.
Title: With Hand Outstretched
Series: Skip Tracers (original series)
Rating: PG for talk of death
Word Count: 511
Character: Tio
Summary: An inner monologue about the his team and the pain of being alone
Being left alone as a child must be traumatizing. Be it accidental or purposeful or by fate, it must leave an impression in their minds.
I’m the only one that doesn’t know how that feels. Everyone else’s family was taken away. Third and Kai’s families were both killed, just like Kylan’s father and she lost contact with her mother after her parents’ divorce.
How must it feel to have no one else to turn to, no one with your blood, no connection in the most basic of manners? Both my parents are still alive. They’re still together. Never was there a time I had to worry about missing either of them. Should I ever feel lonely I could give them a call. If I ever missed them too terribly I could take time out to see them.
What did they have? Graves. Newspaper clippings. Blood on the hands of the person that raised them.
It’s not too surprising, I suppose, that they’d be afraid of getting close to someone. Thinking fate has it in for them, to steal anyone away they cared about. It must be hard living in that constant fear that anyone they feel strongly for would leave them like everyone else. Maybe they think they’re cursed, or unworthy.
I thought what had happened to me was terrible, to learn that a quarter of the Wild Ones were killed and the rest were spared purposefully. It was a terrible thing, I know it was. But, despite the time I spent with them and the things we’ve done together, I never did feel strongly about any of them. The ones that I did consider friends left after the attack. But I stayed with the gang because it was my parents’ gang and I wanted to make it good again. But instead I was the one that was used. The survivors told me my ‘friends’ were traitors. That I was the one to take revenge on those killed.
They weren’t my family. They weren’t my friends. If anything had happened to my parents I would scour the world to extract my vengeance. If anything happens to my team I wouldn’t rest until there was justice.
There is no blood involved between me and them. But I want to keep them safe. I want to keep them happy. I want to make it so they’re no longer afraid of the strength of their emotions.
Kai says he’d rather care too much than too little, but that’s only because he doesn’t want others to be hurt the way he had been. He can’t bring himself to care about others strongly. I want to ease the pain off him. Off Kylan and Third. I want them to trust me and believe in me like I do them. I want to erase the images in their minds of death following at their heels.
One day, I know, I’ll also be gone. But until then I want them to believe that I will be there for them.
Because, so help me God, I always will be.
Title: With Hand Outstretched
Series: Skip Tracers (original series)
Rating: PG for talk of death
Word Count: 511
Character: Tio
Summary: An inner monologue about the his team and the pain of being alone
Being left alone as a child must be traumatizing. Be it accidental or purposeful or by fate, it must leave an impression in their minds.
I’m the only one that doesn’t know how that feels. Everyone else’s family was taken away. Third and Kai’s families were both killed, just like Kylan’s father and she lost contact with her mother after her parents’ divorce.
How must it feel to have no one else to turn to, no one with your blood, no connection in the most basic of manners? Both my parents are still alive. They’re still together. Never was there a time I had to worry about missing either of them. Should I ever feel lonely I could give them a call. If I ever missed them too terribly I could take time out to see them.
What did they have? Graves. Newspaper clippings. Blood on the hands of the person that raised them.
It’s not too surprising, I suppose, that they’d be afraid of getting close to someone. Thinking fate has it in for them, to steal anyone away they cared about. It must be hard living in that constant fear that anyone they feel strongly for would leave them like everyone else. Maybe they think they’re cursed, or unworthy.
I thought what had happened to me was terrible, to learn that a quarter of the Wild Ones were killed and the rest were spared purposefully. It was a terrible thing, I know it was. But, despite the time I spent with them and the things we’ve done together, I never did feel strongly about any of them. The ones that I did consider friends left after the attack. But I stayed with the gang because it was my parents’ gang and I wanted to make it good again. But instead I was the one that was used. The survivors told me my ‘friends’ were traitors. That I was the one to take revenge on those killed.
They weren’t my family. They weren’t my friends. If anything had happened to my parents I would scour the world to extract my vengeance. If anything happens to my team I wouldn’t rest until there was justice.
There is no blood involved between me and them. But I want to keep them safe. I want to keep them happy. I want to make it so they’re no longer afraid of the strength of their emotions.
Kai says he’d rather care too much than too little, but that’s only because he doesn’t want others to be hurt the way he had been. He can’t bring himself to care about others strongly. I want to ease the pain off him. Off Kylan and Third. I want them to trust me and believe in me like I do them. I want to erase the images in their minds of death following at their heels.
One day, I know, I’ll also be gone. But until then I want them to believe that I will be there for them.
Because, so help me God, I always will be.
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Date: 2004-07-16 10:02 am (UTC)