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[September 29] [Near Dark] A Thousand Miles (25/26)
Title: A Thousand Miles (25/26)
Day/Theme: September 29th/Thoughts of a dying atheist
Series: Near Dark
Character: Severen
Rating: PG
There was no time between the explosion and Severen's death. No time for words, for actions, for last requests of revenge or absolution. But the mind moves faster than the body, and although he had no time to do anything about it, Severen was aware that he was dying.
A lot of thoughts might have been expected to run through his head in that split second. He might have cursed his fate, cursed Caleb for causing it, or Mae for turning the dumb shit in the first place. Or he might have cursed himself for not being able to dodge it the way he'd dodged every other near-death experience over the past century.
Or fear. Fear was always a good one. Fear of the unknown on the other side of death, or fear of roasting in hell. Fear of the pain, at least, though it was over too fast for him to really feel it as anything other than a wall of pressure throwing him away from the truck.
Or regret. Regrets for the things he'd never done in his life, dreams he'd never reached. Regrets for things he had done might be more appropriate. Faced with death himself, he might suddenly have grieved over the deaths he'd caused over the years, the pain he'd inflicted. He might have finally seen the error of his ways, as the saying went.
Or he might simply have thought, "Oh shit."
But Severen didn't think any of those things. Cursing his fate wouldn't get him anywhere, and he'd never regretted a thing in his whole life, not once. Nah, he'd had a good run. He'd known good times, good friends.
And he figured it was about time he managed to get a good, long sleep.
Day/Theme: September 29th/Thoughts of a dying atheist
Series: Near Dark
Character: Severen
Rating: PG
There was no time between the explosion and Severen's death. No time for words, for actions, for last requests of revenge or absolution. But the mind moves faster than the body, and although he had no time to do anything about it, Severen was aware that he was dying.
A lot of thoughts might have been expected to run through his head in that split second. He might have cursed his fate, cursed Caleb for causing it, or Mae for turning the dumb shit in the first place. Or he might have cursed himself for not being able to dodge it the way he'd dodged every other near-death experience over the past century.
Or fear. Fear was always a good one. Fear of the unknown on the other side of death, or fear of roasting in hell. Fear of the pain, at least, though it was over too fast for him to really feel it as anything other than a wall of pressure throwing him away from the truck.
Or regret. Regrets for the things he'd never done in his life, dreams he'd never reached. Regrets for things he had done might be more appropriate. Faced with death himself, he might suddenly have grieved over the deaths he'd caused over the years, the pain he'd inflicted. He might have finally seen the error of his ways, as the saying went.
Or he might simply have thought, "Oh shit."
But Severen didn't think any of those things. Cursing his fate wouldn't get him anywhere, and he'd never regretted a thing in his whole life, not once. Nah, he'd had a good run. He'd known good times, good friends.
And he figured it was about time he managed to get a good, long sleep.