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[jan. 15] [original] bullets
Title: Bullets
Day/Theme: January 15. Cosmic dare (pretty with a pistol)
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Medea
Rating: PG-13
Notes: My first intention was to make something upbeat to go along with the song but I couldn't. So here's dark and depressing. To me anyway. AU since guns don't exist in my stories universe XD
Medea hated guns with a burning passion. It was as simple as that.
She despised everything about them. The shape, the various colors, the smells but there was one thing she hated the most.
The bullets.
A faint but painful memory snapped into her head. Her vision was hazy and her eyes were full of tears. She felt around her and stifled a shriek as she felt something warm around her fingertips. She coughed in disgust as she felt around more.
A shriek echoed around her. It was hers. She backed away until her body hit the leg of a table. Her senses jarred, she closed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the image she had just saw.
"Go away," she whispered, squeezing her eyelids while she hugged her shoulders. "GO AWAY!"
She opened her eyes, slowly; she wondered if they had followed her command. She clutched her stomach in pain as she heaved its contents on the carpet. It sickened her. Everything about it just made her retch in disgust.
Her parents laying on the floor, bullets pumped into their heads, blood flowing freely around them.
Since that day, she despised guns. They were never used to protect. They were only used to kill.
Day/Theme: January 15. Cosmic dare (pretty with a pistol)
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Medea
Rating: PG-13
Notes: My first intention was to make something upbeat to go along with the song but I couldn't. So here's dark and depressing. To me anyway. AU since guns don't exist in my stories universe XD
Medea hated guns with a burning passion. It was as simple as that.
She despised everything about them. The shape, the various colors, the smells but there was one thing she hated the most.
The bullets.
A faint but painful memory snapped into her head. Her vision was hazy and her eyes were full of tears. She felt around her and stifled a shriek as she felt something warm around her fingertips. She coughed in disgust as she felt around more.
A shriek echoed around her. It was hers. She backed away until her body hit the leg of a table. Her senses jarred, she closed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the image she had just saw.
"Go away," she whispered, squeezing her eyelids while she hugged her shoulders. "GO AWAY!"
She opened her eyes, slowly; she wondered if they had followed her command. She clutched her stomach in pain as she heaved its contents on the carpet. It sickened her. Everything about it just made her retch in disgust.
Her parents laying on the floor, bullets pumped into their heads, blood flowing freely around them.
Since that day, she despised guns. They were never used to protect. They were only used to kill.