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kunenk.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2009-06-04 11:51 pm
[4 June] [Original] Have to Go
Title: Have to Go
Day/Theme: June 4- I believe in peace, b*tch
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Various ministers, a man, a dog
Rating: PG
The door exploded, and everyone dived for cover. “Terrorists!” one of the younger ministers yelled, and another whipped out his mobile and dialled for help- though if they’d got this far without being stopped, who knew whether help would arrive in time for the ministers.
“I’m afraid not,” said the person who’d blown the door in, a tall man dressed in a blue-collared shirt and plain trousers with red hair and a decidedly composed attitude. Next to him stood a German Shepherd, which was oversized even for its breed and seemed to be grinning at them all. “In fact, I’m rather afraid that I have some complaints about the way you’ve been dealing with that issue- and a few other things.”
“There is a proper procedure for this sort of thing, you know,” the head minister said, sitting up and feeling for the panic button.
The man smiled a smile that seemed faintly rueful. “Indeed there is,” he agreed, “but I fear it doesn’t seem to have been working very well, of late. I’m not entirely sure who you’ve been listening to, but there are quite a number of people who don’t seem entirely happy with this- oh, let us call us what it is, a farce. You’ve never been near the war front properly- why should you? The country needs leadership. Unfortunately, you seem to be failing at that, too.”
The young minister snapped his phone shut. “They’ll be here any minute, sir,” he announced.
The head minister nodded, and put his hands together. “Now, Mister- there’s really no point to all this. Whatever you do now, you’ll be taken down, and the Party’s policies will go on. Step down like a good chap.”
“I can’t do that,” the man said, and he reached out to scratch the massive dog’s head. “You see, I believe in strange things- peace, and life after love, and justice, and sometimes even mercy- but at this point, I don’t see how we’re going to get there without some change, and it seems to me very clear that you just don’t cut the mustard there.”
“We’re always open to change,” the head minister objected. “We have focus groups set up specifically to give us an idea of the changes necessary-”
“But you’ll never act on them,” the man interjected, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry, but that must change.” He scratched behind the dog’s ear once more, and took his hand away as the dog burst into flame.
The emergency services called it fortunate that they’d already been headed to the scene, and that consequently no lives were lost. He thought it more than they deserved.
Day/Theme: June 4- I believe in peace, b*tch
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Various ministers, a man, a dog
Rating: PG
The door exploded, and everyone dived for cover. “Terrorists!” one of the younger ministers yelled, and another whipped out his mobile and dialled for help- though if they’d got this far without being stopped, who knew whether help would arrive in time for the ministers.
“I’m afraid not,” said the person who’d blown the door in, a tall man dressed in a blue-collared shirt and plain trousers with red hair and a decidedly composed attitude. Next to him stood a German Shepherd, which was oversized even for its breed and seemed to be grinning at them all. “In fact, I’m rather afraid that I have some complaints about the way you’ve been dealing with that issue- and a few other things.”
“There is a proper procedure for this sort of thing, you know,” the head minister said, sitting up and feeling for the panic button.
The man smiled a smile that seemed faintly rueful. “Indeed there is,” he agreed, “but I fear it doesn’t seem to have been working very well, of late. I’m not entirely sure who you’ve been listening to, but there are quite a number of people who don’t seem entirely happy with this- oh, let us call us what it is, a farce. You’ve never been near the war front properly- why should you? The country needs leadership. Unfortunately, you seem to be failing at that, too.”
The young minister snapped his phone shut. “They’ll be here any minute, sir,” he announced.
The head minister nodded, and put his hands together. “Now, Mister- there’s really no point to all this. Whatever you do now, you’ll be taken down, and the Party’s policies will go on. Step down like a good chap.”
“I can’t do that,” the man said, and he reached out to scratch the massive dog’s head. “You see, I believe in strange things- peace, and life after love, and justice, and sometimes even mercy- but at this point, I don’t see how we’re going to get there without some change, and it seems to me very clear that you just don’t cut the mustard there.”
“We’re always open to change,” the head minister objected. “We have focus groups set up specifically to give us an idea of the changes necessary-”
“But you’ll never act on them,” the man interjected, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry, but that must change.” He scratched behind the dog’s ear once more, and took his hand away as the dog burst into flame.
The emergency services called it fortunate that they’d already been headed to the scene, and that consequently no lives were lost. He thought it more than they deserved.