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[Sept. 24] [Heavy Rain] Verisimilitude
Title: Verisimilitude
Day/Theme: Sept. 24, 2010 "even my beloved people will fall likes petals"
Series: Heavy Rain
Character/Pairing: Scott Shelby
Rating: PG-13
Uh, big spoiler warning here!
The killer didn't spend much time thinking about the boys, because he was so preoccupied with the fathers. There was no such thing as a perfect father. There was no father who could beat or bear to go through all the tortures and trials he had devised. They would enter that crucible of pain and misery and they would show their true colors. The better ones would die trying to save their sons. The lesser ones would go away, or give up, or never even try at all. The killer didn't know what he thought about the ones who tried and failed. The ones who had to live with the guilt for the rest of their lives. "I didn't save my son. I couldn't save my son." Based on what he had read in the newspaper, some of those lives did not go on much longer after the killings. But the origami killer was interested in success, not failure. A father would fail. He would find another boy and move onto the next one.
Scott Shelby couldn't remember so well what it felt like to be a little boy- not the actual thoughts or emotions. His recollections were only those of an adult looking back. Intellectually, he clearly recalled the chilling events of his long-ago past, but his heart wasn't in them. When he thought about his brother's death, he thought about the facts. They had been playing on the construction site. John had fallen and gotten stuck. And no matter what he said, their father wouldn't come and save him. It was like a movie, playing over and over in an infinite loop in Scott's mind.
That was not what a father was supposed to be. He had analyzed the situation for a long time. His father had been an alcoholic, a mean, lazy man who didn't care whether his sons lived or died. But not all fathers were like that. At least not on the outside. But what about on the inside? Was there a father out there who would prove to Scott that he was wrong about the world? Was there a father out there who could save his son?
Maybe one of those boys was just like him. Maybe one of those boys had a brother, just as helpless to save him. Scott Shelby didn't think about that. He didn't think about how he had held onto his brother's hand. About how terrified he had been. About how the event had haunted him each night for so long. He didn't recall how he had dreamed, "What if I were the one who had died?" How dark thoughts had entered his mind for the first time. "What if I should have been the one to die?"
He just put the boys into the water below the grate. He no longer had any heart for these things. His memory had gone cold. He didn't feel. He didn't think.
Day/Theme: Sept. 24, 2010 "even my beloved people will fall likes petals"
Series: Heavy Rain
Character/Pairing: Scott Shelby
Rating: PG-13
Uh, big spoiler warning here!
The killer didn't spend much time thinking about the boys, because he was so preoccupied with the fathers. There was no such thing as a perfect father. There was no father who could beat or bear to go through all the tortures and trials he had devised. They would enter that crucible of pain and misery and they would show their true colors. The better ones would die trying to save their sons. The lesser ones would go away, or give up, or never even try at all. The killer didn't know what he thought about the ones who tried and failed. The ones who had to live with the guilt for the rest of their lives. "I didn't save my son. I couldn't save my son." Based on what he had read in the newspaper, some of those lives did not go on much longer after the killings. But the origami killer was interested in success, not failure. A father would fail. He would find another boy and move onto the next one.
Scott Shelby couldn't remember so well what it felt like to be a little boy- not the actual thoughts or emotions. His recollections were only those of an adult looking back. Intellectually, he clearly recalled the chilling events of his long-ago past, but his heart wasn't in them. When he thought about his brother's death, he thought about the facts. They had been playing on the construction site. John had fallen and gotten stuck. And no matter what he said, their father wouldn't come and save him. It was like a movie, playing over and over in an infinite loop in Scott's mind.
That was not what a father was supposed to be. He had analyzed the situation for a long time. His father had been an alcoholic, a mean, lazy man who didn't care whether his sons lived or died. But not all fathers were like that. At least not on the outside. But what about on the inside? Was there a father out there who would prove to Scott that he was wrong about the world? Was there a father out there who could save his son?
Maybe one of those boys was just like him. Maybe one of those boys had a brother, just as helpless to save him. Scott Shelby didn't think about that. He didn't think about how he had held onto his brother's hand. About how terrified he had been. About how the event had haunted him each night for so long. He didn't recall how he had dreamed, "What if I were the one who had died?" How dark thoughts had entered his mind for the first time. "What if I should have been the one to die?"
He just put the boys into the water below the grate. He no longer had any heart for these things. His memory had gone cold. He didn't feel. He didn't think.