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[Dec 01 ][Fallen Chasm][Screams fading to Silence]
Title: Screams fading to Silence
Fandom: Fallen Chasm (original)
Day/Theme: December 1st 2008 // let snow and silence mark the site of my unseemly appetite
Rating: PG-13
Character: The Omega (references to The Theta)
“No.” The man let out a broken cry, and collapsed to his knees, holding back sobs.
His scream was unified, the first in a long, long time. The Omega had just broken all the rules, all the restrictions that had been placed upon him. To kill a fellow Maister, even if it was an accident…it was unacceptable. All his remaining morals – all that kept his twisted psyche from spiraling out of control – raged at the waist of his superior’s life.
Not to mention that it had not been in the plan.
----
The young man trapped inside the monsters rules screamed for a different reason. The man before him was a companion. A friend. And more than that, he was one of the first people to open his heart to the boy who was not just the whispered menace of Omega.
So his tears were from genuine pain, rather than from detached cynicism and disgust. He loved the man before him. The Theta had been the father he wished had, and the cycle of events that had lead to his death refused to stop repeating themselves before his eyes.
Was it any consolation that it was not his arrow buried in the other mans chest? Of course not. In some ways, it made it worse. No matter what, he would have hesitated before releasing the trigger. And had he been forced to kill the other man – that thought alone wrenched another sob from his throat – he would have done it without the sickening joy his companion had voiced.
---
After all, Omega never killed unnecessarily. And the shattered soul behind the monsters mask clung to that thought more than any other. Orders were orders, and he could not disobey them. So, somehow, it wasn’t his fault. (Pretend, pretend the dead eyes could care about the difference) But this...
He could have prevented it. A bolt like that would never have killed him. Never mind that it had all happened so fast; that moment had stretched out into an eternity for him. And now here he stood, blood splattering his uniform.
It’ll never get clean Shock began to set in, the clinical detachment he felt after every kill.
No. Not this time he begged to himself, to no avail. The face before him was added to that of countless others, the expressionless thousands he had slaughtered. And in the way of all the others, ever since that first fumbling, agonizing moment of horror, the face of his father lost all meaning.
It was just another corpse, one more in his history. Another enemy dead. This one simply would cause more trouble that the others.
And so the scream died to a whisper in his throat, leaving him shaken and alone. No time to bury the dead, no need to pursue the fleeing children. Just silence and, to his surprise, tears falling to snow.
Fandom: Fallen Chasm (original)
Day/Theme: December 1st 2008 // let snow and silence mark the site of my unseemly appetite
Rating: PG-13
Character: The Omega (references to The Theta)
“No.” The man let out a broken cry, and collapsed to his knees, holding back sobs.
His scream was unified, the first in a long, long time. The Omega had just broken all the rules, all the restrictions that had been placed upon him. To kill a fellow Maister, even if it was an accident…it was unacceptable. All his remaining morals – all that kept his twisted psyche from spiraling out of control – raged at the waist of his superior’s life.
Not to mention that it had not been in the plan.
----
The young man trapped inside the monsters rules screamed for a different reason. The man before him was a companion. A friend. And more than that, he was one of the first people to open his heart to the boy who was not just the whispered menace of Omega.
So his tears were from genuine pain, rather than from detached cynicism and disgust. He loved the man before him. The Theta had been the father he wished had, and the cycle of events that had lead to his death refused to stop repeating themselves before his eyes.
Was it any consolation that it was not his arrow buried in the other mans chest? Of course not. In some ways, it made it worse. No matter what, he would have hesitated before releasing the trigger. And had he been forced to kill the other man – that thought alone wrenched another sob from his throat – he would have done it without the sickening joy his companion had voiced.
---
After all, Omega never killed unnecessarily. And the shattered soul behind the monsters mask clung to that thought more than any other. Orders were orders, and he could not disobey them. So, somehow, it wasn’t his fault. (Pretend, pretend the dead eyes could care about the difference) But this...
He could have prevented it. A bolt like that would never have killed him. Never mind that it had all happened so fast; that moment had stretched out into an eternity for him. And now here he stood, blood splattering his uniform.
It’ll never get clean Shock began to set in, the clinical detachment he felt after every kill.
No. Not this time he begged to himself, to no avail. The face before him was added to that of countless others, the expressionless thousands he had slaughtered. And in the way of all the others, ever since that first fumbling, agonizing moment of horror, the face of his father lost all meaning.
It was just another corpse, one more in his history. Another enemy dead. This one simply would cause more trouble that the others.
And so the scream died to a whisper in his throat, leaving him shaken and alone. No time to bury the dead, no need to pursue the fleeing children. Just silence and, to his surprise, tears falling to snow.