Artimis Potter (artimis_potter) wrote in darkwing, @ 2007-08-25 21:10:00 |
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Current mood: | full |
Current music: | Get Out Alive~ Three Days Grace |
Dark Wing Story 1: "Darkest Night"
Title: Darkest Night
’Verse/characters: Dark Wing ‘Verse
Prompt: 074 Dark
Word Count: 460
Rating: PG-13 for character death…why do I always kill my characters?
Notes: This is the first story in my Dark Wing series. All the stories are inspired by a song: this one's song is "Get Out Alive" by Three Days Grace. If you want a plot summary, check out my LJ :). Oh, and don’t get used to first person…I think…
If I stay it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go I can only hope
That I make it to the other side
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Hold on for [your life]
~ “Get Out Alive” by Three Days Grace
Although it’s nearing 5 ‘o clock in the evening, it’s as dark as night; the darkness fits my dark mood. The rain pounds the ground below my feet like drumsticks hitting a concrete drum. People rush by me; fearing the rain. It’s a stupid thing to fear, really. Your getting wet, so what? I gave up on understanding people long ago.
My legs are moving of their own accord; taking me to a familiar office building. Though I know he’s not there, I thought it would be a fitting place to do this. His betrayal is still fresh in my mind, though it’s been six months. As I enter the intimidating, gray building through a revolving glass door, my mind wanders from subject to subject. June always said I was easily distracted.
June…my sister; the only person, friend and family, that stayed with me after he destroyed my life. She was there for me when I woke from nightmares of him; she was there when I finally admitted what he had done. She told me repeatedly that it would all get better.
But it hasn’t, and I’m done waiting. I was never a very patient person. That is why I’m here, and that is why she is probably at home right now reading the letter I wrote for her. The last thing I will ever write for her.
Quietly, I head up one flight of stairs at a time; I’m heading for my own demise. I meet no one as my journey leads me to the top of the building; my leg muscles burn with pain, but I revel in it. It’ll be the last bit of pain I’ll feel. I hope. A lone, cold, steel door stands between my end and me now. I slowly push open the surprisingly heavy door and step out into the roof. The storm has picked up and it’s gotten even darker, something I didn’t think was possible. Lightning flashes against the black sky and thunder cuts through the urban noise from below. I walk towards the edge like a man heading to his own execution. Looking over the edge at the asphalt river below I idly wonder if death hurts. I realize I don’t really care.
As I step onto the edge I think about June and her reaction to this. I also let a spiteful thought enter my mind, directed at my destroyer.
“I hope your happy now.”
My body leans forward and, as if in slow motion, I start to fall. I feel as if I’m flying and it’s a freeing sensation. I know I’ll be free soon. Darkness has always been my friend and, as I hit the ground, I know it hasn’t failed me on this night…my darkest night.