Artimis Potter (artimis_potter) wrote in darkwing, @ 2007-09-18 22:06:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
Current music: | Points of Authority~ Linkin Park |
Entry tags: | story |
Dark Wing Story 5: "Confessions"
Title: Confessions
‘Verse: Dark Wing (Taylor)
Prompt: 022. Enemies
Word Count: 1,568 (longest to date!)
Rating: PG-13 for language (Taylor has a potty mouth :) )
Notes: Fifth in the Dark Wing series. Another new character for you guys, though this is the last main character introduced. Once again, there is a song and it’s by Linkin Park and it’s called “Points of Authority”. Now you may be wondering what it has to do with the story, well, it’s Tay’s challenge to a certain person. (Really, I had no song for this story until a few minutes before I posted it XP )
Now you get a few answers about Dark Wing Angels, courtesy Zach. I have Taylor’s character description up on my website, so feel free to check it out!
Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
Puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last
~ “Points of Authority” by Linkin Park
I moodily followed my cheerful, new companion down a dark alley. I knew I was sulking, but I didn’t really care; apparently, he didn’t either. He was whistling for fuck’s sakes! Again, I questioned why I was following him; and, again, I came up with the same answer. I wanted to know what the hell was going on!
“Why are you so grumpy?” Zach asked, still cheerful.
“Gee, I don’t know, maybe because I’m DEAD!” I snapped sarcastically.
“You did it to yourself,” he replied reasonably. I couldn’t argue with that, so I shut my mouth; though I couldn’t for long.
“Where the hell are we going?” I snapped. I had no clue where we were, and I really didn’t like that.
“Just a nice little bar; it’s quiet there, so no one will bother us,” he said. I mentally scoffed.
Like anyone would bother us anyway; I mean, it’s not like no one can see us, or anything. I thought sarcastically.
“We’re close, don’t worry,” Zach grinned at me.
“Oh, goody…,” I muttered, reminiscent Scar from The Lion King; Zach was oblivious.
Silently, Zach and I turned onto a deserted street. Halfway down, Zach stopped and gestured to the door of The Broken Wing pub. Oh, the irony.
I stalked in, taking notice that no one looked at us.
Surprise, surprise.
“Over here,” Zach indicated to a booth in the very back, as if he was afraid someone might overhear us. I moodily stomped over and plopped ungracefully down onto the booth’s uncomfortable vinyl seat. Zach slid in across form me and grinned.
“So what would you like to know?” he asked, stupid grin still in place. I wanted nothing more than to wipe that damn thing off his face, but unfortunately I needed answers first; I could punch later.
“Everything. Why am I still here? How do I leave? What did I do wrong?” He held up his hand.
“We’ll start with those three,” he replied evenly, “First, you are here because of a universal law. This law has been in place since the dawn of time. This law states that if any individual were to take their own life, or have their life taken by and unforeseen event, they are to stay on Earth until they complete the destiny they were put on here to complete.
“In other words, we are stuck here until our destiny is fulfilled.”
“What happens if you can’t fulfill your destiny?” I interjected, finally curious. My mother’s voice rang inside my head.
“Remember, Taylor,” she always said, “’Curiosity killed the cat.’”
Eh, too late. I thought.
“If we can’t complete our destiny before the time passes, or if it’s impossible, them we must atone for our worst sin; this is what I must do,” Zach said, all cheerfulness gone. My mouth opened without my permission.
“What’s your worst sin?” He smiled sadly.
“I killed my best friend.” I stared at him, my eyes wide with shock. That was the last thing I thought he’d say.
“You what?!” I instantly felt horrible, but I wanted to know more; it was like watching a car wreck.
“It was an accident, really. He had come home drunk and upset (his fiancé had left him the day before and he was heartbroken); he had a gun in his hand and still to this day I have no idea where it came from. He threatened to kill himself, so, in an attempt to stop him, I tried to wrestle the gun from his hands. I almost had it when it went off. It shot and killed him instantly. When I realized what I had done, I tuned the gun on myself; that’s why I’m here,” he explained. His eyes were lost amongst a distant memory, while I mentally beat myself. My long lost conscience had decided to return from wherever it had been to drown me in guilt.
“I’m sorry…,” I know; it’s lame, but I didn’t know what else to say. His eyes refocused on me and he smiled.
“Don’t apologize; you have nothing to do with it.”
“Still, I’m sorry I asked you to relive that.” He just smiled.
“Now, back to your questions; so, you know how to leave. As for what you did wrong, nothing, except killing yourself. Any other questions?”
“Yes,” I replied, “What the hell are we?” His grin broadened.
“We are known as Dark Winged Angels.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed,” he observed.
“I’m not disappointed; I’m surprised. I thought it’d be some really long technical name.” He laughed loudly.
“Nope, no really long technical name,” he said, “But if you’re done, I have a few questions for you.” I blinked.
“Me? What the hell would you want to ask me?”
“Two things,” he said with a grin, “The first: Is hell your favorite word?” I blinked again.
“What?”
“You say hell a lot, so I figured it was your favorite word.” I thought for a moment and realized that I did say hell a lot.
“I guess it is; I’d never noticed before. What’s the second question?” He sobered.
“The second is: Why did you take your life?”
I hesitated. My reasoning sounded weak now and I knew it.
“You don’t have to tell me; I was just curious.” Zach was quick to reassure me.
“No, I owe you an explanation after making you hash out your story; though I can’t tell you the whole story.”
“It’s alright; just tell me what you can.”
“Six months ago, my best friend betrayed me in the worst way. I became depressed to the point that I barely spoke; I stopped eating. I laid in bed all day. I lost my job, my friends and my apartment.
“The pain became even worse after my parents gave up on me. They had wanted me to check in at a mental hospital, or at least see a shrink, but I refused. The only person who cared was June, my younger sister. She was the only person who made it worthwhile to get up every morning. But the pain was still there. I wanted revenge for hurting me, so I jumped off his office building. My plan backfired, however, and he didn’t care. So, now I’m here. I’m stuck. All because I wanted to make him hurt like I did.” I sighed sadly.
“And I thought I had it bad,” Zach replied with quiet sympathy. I smiled weakly as my old pain returned.
“Oh, suck it up, ladies. So, your life sucked, it’s over. Get over it,” a gruff voice interrupted. Both Zach and I turned in our seat towards the voice. I was stunned to see a black man sitting in a stool at the bar, which was unremarkable in itself, except for the two black wings protruding from his back.
“Who said we were talking to you?” I snapped back, responding to his tone.
“I never said you was; I was just offerin’ up my opinion,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Well, we really don’t care about your opinion, ass, so fuck off,” I growled.
“Toby,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“My name’s Toby, not ass.”
“And I care, why?” I snarked. Zach tugged on my sleeve.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” he muttered, eyes downcast. He looked almost scared of this Toby jerk. I stood, not wanting to fight with the bastard.
“Where you goin’, emo boy? You and the geek gotta date? Or did I already ruin that?” Toby smirked. I stopped, my body going rigid.
“Leave us the fuck alone, bastard, because I don’t want to have to kick your ass,” I snarled. He was up in a flash.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe.”
“Guys, stop!” Zach had pushed his way between the two of us.
“Get outta the way, fucker, this is between me and emo boy,” Toby snapped. I saw red as he did the unthinkable: he pushed Zach to the floor. As my companion lay dazed on the floor, I took it into my own hands to get revenge. My right fist sailed threw the air and connected solidly with Bastard’s jaw. He reeled in shock and pain; his hand coming up to cup the injured body part. His eyes asked “What the fuck?!”.
“What the fuck was that?!” Toby howled with fury.
“My fist meeting your face,” I retorted. He swung back at me and I ducked; I felt the wind rush over my head. My fist found his stomach, making him double over, winded. I snorted as I turned away from him; instead I turned to Zach. I extended my hand to him and helped him up. He still looked dazed from the fall.
“I now bid you adieu, bastard,” I said with grandeur. Toby glared and snarled.
“Don’t think this is over, emo boy; it’s not even close,” Toby wheezed.
“Oh, I know,” I replied on our way out.
Taylor: 1, Bastard: 0, I thought, smirking.
“Thanks,” Zach whispered gratefully.
“You act like you didn’t deserve me standing up for you,” I said.
“It’s just, an hour ago you didn’t like me very much, now you’re standing up for me. It just surprised me; though I am grateful I’m not alone anymore.” He grinned up at me; I couldn’t help but grin back.
Looks like I gained two things tonight: a friend and an enemy.