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[February 21] [Brokeback Mountain] Once Upon a Time - 21
Title: Once Upon a Time - 21
Day/Theme: February 21th/Bones, Powder, and Blood
Series: Brokeback Mountain
Character/Pairing: Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar
Rating: R
AN: Semi-graphic depictions of violence inside.
Chapter 21
We're all made a the same thing. Even, well, men like me n' Jack. Seems like at the end a the day we're all the same. Didn't think that would be true for Tom though.
I thought, man like him be made out a somethin' evil. When I was a kid my mother tol' me witchcraft was the evilest thing, so when I pulled up behind his trailer, I imagined he was black magic, come into my world like that damned wolf the night a the fire, just to threaten somethin' that was good as mine, and then s'posed to die down by the road like that wolf done.
Only Tom lived, an' I imagined maybe-- Well mostly as I walked up ta Tom's place there were lot a things I was tryin' hard not ta imagine. Didn't do a very good job, though. As soon as I saw his face, I knew his dick been in my place and it turned out I didn't have ta tell myself nothin' ta do the deed. Just did it. Like 'bout the way you might shoot an animal needs puttin' down. Best to get it over with quick.
Tom fought back alright, but he didn't stand no chance 'cause in that moment think maybe I was the wolf. It didn't hurt me none at all to take the queer ol' Tom and throw him 'gainst his own truck, where I guess he-- Once I got him mostly unconscious, tongue-rollin', that stage... Well I can't remember anything after that other than my surprise to see that, when I tried to grind him down, mill him to powder an' take him out of the world, after his bones broke, it was blood, blood just like mine, that flowed on out a him.
His blood was red, too. Like mine. Like Jack's. Like my dad's. Like Earl's.
I 'member that night up on the mountain after I took Jack so hard I made him bleed, I wondered for a whole day if maybe I had-- But I didn't. No, this man Tom here did, an' now no one had ta worry 'bout him no more.
His neighbors were terrified, called the sheriff. Seemed Tom gave me a cut or somethin', though I guess I don't remember that too well. Sheriff took me to see the doctor, asked after Jack. Seemed the two were friends in high school or somethin', in their sophomore years. I hadn't made a friend in high school, but maybe that was 'cause I hadn't made it to sophomore. That kinda distinction earns a man rich wives, friends with power, an' three hun'erd thousand dollars.
I was tired so they let me sleep down at the sheriff's office. Thought for sure they were gonna arrest me, an' I thought maybe that was the best way ta go. I done to a man not much better'n my dad did ta ol' Earl. Only maybe Earl didn't deserve it. Least that's what I kept tellin' myself. Seemed like the whites an' blacks of my mama's Bible had flown right out a my head an' I couldn't tell if what I done was right or wrong.
Not 'til Jack picked me up, sheriff said howdy and goodbye, an' I went home to leftover stew. Guess there wouldn't be no homemade leftover stew in a world where I was a murderer.
But I don't think I ever will forget until the day I die the feel of that man's skull crackin'. I guess Jack got some things he can't forget neither. Maybe this way we can be haunted men together. 'Least 'til our blood runs cold an' we ourselves turn to bone and powder.
Day/Theme: February 21th/Bones, Powder, and Blood
Series: Brokeback Mountain
Character/Pairing: Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar
Rating: R
AN: Semi-graphic depictions of violence inside.
Chapter 21
We're all made a the same thing. Even, well, men like me n' Jack. Seems like at the end a the day we're all the same. Didn't think that would be true for Tom though.
I thought, man like him be made out a somethin' evil. When I was a kid my mother tol' me witchcraft was the evilest thing, so when I pulled up behind his trailer, I imagined he was black magic, come into my world like that damned wolf the night a the fire, just to threaten somethin' that was good as mine, and then s'posed to die down by the road like that wolf done.
Only Tom lived, an' I imagined maybe-- Well mostly as I walked up ta Tom's place there were lot a things I was tryin' hard not ta imagine. Didn't do a very good job, though. As soon as I saw his face, I knew his dick been in my place and it turned out I didn't have ta tell myself nothin' ta do the deed. Just did it. Like 'bout the way you might shoot an animal needs puttin' down. Best to get it over with quick.
Tom fought back alright, but he didn't stand no chance 'cause in that moment think maybe I was the wolf. It didn't hurt me none at all to take the queer ol' Tom and throw him 'gainst his own truck, where I guess he-- Once I got him mostly unconscious, tongue-rollin', that stage... Well I can't remember anything after that other than my surprise to see that, when I tried to grind him down, mill him to powder an' take him out of the world, after his bones broke, it was blood, blood just like mine, that flowed on out a him.
His blood was red, too. Like mine. Like Jack's. Like my dad's. Like Earl's.
I 'member that night up on the mountain after I took Jack so hard I made him bleed, I wondered for a whole day if maybe I had-- But I didn't. No, this man Tom here did, an' now no one had ta worry 'bout him no more.
His neighbors were terrified, called the sheriff. Seemed Tom gave me a cut or somethin', though I guess I don't remember that too well. Sheriff took me to see the doctor, asked after Jack. Seemed the two were friends in high school or somethin', in their sophomore years. I hadn't made a friend in high school, but maybe that was 'cause I hadn't made it to sophomore. That kinda distinction earns a man rich wives, friends with power, an' three hun'erd thousand dollars.
I was tired so they let me sleep down at the sheriff's office. Thought for sure they were gonna arrest me, an' I thought maybe that was the best way ta go. I done to a man not much better'n my dad did ta ol' Earl. Only maybe Earl didn't deserve it. Least that's what I kept tellin' myself. Seemed like the whites an' blacks of my mama's Bible had flown right out a my head an' I couldn't tell if what I done was right or wrong.
Not 'til Jack picked me up, sheriff said howdy and goodbye, an' I went home to leftover stew. Guess there wouldn't be no homemade leftover stew in a world where I was a murderer.
But I don't think I ever will forget until the day I die the feel of that man's skull crackin'. I guess Jack got some things he can't forget neither. Maybe this way we can be haunted men together. 'Least 'til our blood runs cold an' we ourselves turn to bone and powder.