Sam Caulfield won't be a damsel-in-distress (givemethechild) wrote in musings, @ 2010-12-26 21:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | rorschach, sarah williams |
Hamartia, 505
[By the time Rory comes back from work and vigilanting, Sam’s belongings in the apartment have vanished. There’s marks on the floor from her suitcase being dragged out. On the table is two envelopes – one filled with a receipt for two months’ worth of rent and the other with the following note. The page is a little wet in corners and instead of Sam’s usual purple curls, it’s in black ink – scrawled and honest.]
Rorschach,
I don’t have much time so I’m going to try make this short. I don’t think I’m as good as stories and explanations as I used to think I was. Maybe it’s part of the growing up thing I never got a hang of. There’s been a problem and it’s going to end up with me getting Freddie – and I have to go NOW otherwise I might not have another chance. I’ve got to go and you’re out. I never did get a communicator – I know, I know, I had no business out in a mask, but it doesn’t matter – otherwise, I’d grab you along. Dante says we’re going to have to make a run for it and I think – know – you can take care of yourself. Even if you’re mostly looking out for everyone else.
It’s my fault Freddie got taken in the first place. I’m not sure if I ever said that…but I did. I should have gotten up when I heard him cry and I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. Maybe then no one would have come in the house. Maybe I’d have noticed the kidnappers. If I don’t get him – it’s bad. It’s my fault. He might die and it’d be my fault. You get that, right?
I used to think a hero was about being noble and larger than life, but I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t think I am one. I wanted to be. I wanted to be a heroine in my own story and…honestly, when I first let you stay? I hoped it might rub off on me. Maybe I could fix my problems. Maybe I could do something grand and fix the world. I don’t think I succeeded – it’s why I got to go now. At least fix this.
I took care of a last minute thing – the apartment is yours. I wanted to thank you though. For everything. Not just stopping the nightmares and for coming back – I don’t think I ever did. But for at least being better than most. Being a real hero. I just need to figure this out and have my turn. Keep an eye out for an email. It’s probably safest.
I’ve got to go now – Dante’s not happy about the length of this – but thank you. Again.
Love,
Sam Caulfield
P.S. No matter who you really are, you’re welcome to be Mike Caulfield. I don’t think I could have asked for a better not-brother.