Chase Beckett (dogofcausality) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-11-18 11:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase beckett, samuel shepard |
Who: Sam and Chase
what: A breakthrough
When: Nov. 18 evening
where: A dark street
Warnings: .... I'll get back to you when my brain can think
Status: ongoing
Chase hadn't been on a lot of outings lately, he'd been kept busy with work (and he tried to tell himself it was just that). Seemed like it was one thing after another in this town. He didn't agree with that UHF bitch on the radio but he had to admit that there was a spike in weird ass crimes as New Waverly's population skewed towards the enhanced persuasion. He knew it was only a matter of time before people like him, regular human cops, were going to be ruled out entirely... invalid.
The thing about him, though, was that he didn't count himself some normal old cop. He was Arkin's dog right hand man, his Outlaw. Sure it was a nickname that didn't really stick, being undermined by Arkin at every step, but he liked it... it was funny. He should be known as a guy who could have a sense of humor among all of Arkin's recruits.
Speaking of recruits. Eddie. He knew her because he'd been the one who pulled her in so Arkin could work his 'magic' on her. It wasn't like he always agreed with the way Arkin did things... but what was he gonna say about it? He wasn't the one walking around with precognition, he didn't see the way the world spun together, and Arkin had always been quick to remind him of that. Chase was just the knife in Arkin's hand and that's all he should be... he had to stop all the deep thinking and leave that to the people who actually had good heads on their shoulders.
Still, the event with Eddie had shaken him more than he wanted to say. For a guy that knew when everything was coming, Arkin didn't seem to be blowing up his phone to tell him that he'd cross paths with Eddie that night. Maybe he should walk a different street or go to a different bar or stay in the bathroom for five more minutes. These were the things he thought about now that he was so close to The Collector. Suddenly his entire life was a big puzzle like that movie Butterfly Effect or Sound of Thunder and every tiny little thing he did had so much more meaning than it had ever had before.
In his heart of hearts he knew this is why people like the UHF existed. Cause thinking about that scared the shit out of him and sometimes he wanted to go back to the way things were before he knew about super-humans, a simple world where he was the toughest guy around. Where women like Eddie didn't stick their hands straight into his mind with all the ferocity of their burning need for revenge and threaten his life in a way he couldn't protect himself from. There was fear in the air for the humans who used to be on top of the food chain. Creatures that don't fight to survive with every last bit of energy couldn't have made it this far, this was just the way things go. The order of the world.
And he was afraid of Eddie. He was afraid of Arkin. He was afraid at his suddenly over-apparent weakness and the way he stood on the front line of this invisible war on Arkin's behalf.... alone? Before that night he always thought he was walking with all the protection and assurance of someone as powerful as a God just a text message away. Someone that valued his strength and insights and was bonded through gratitude of past interaction.
Tonight as he stalked one of Arkin's possible recruits down a dark street from a reasonable distance, all he felt was goddamn vulnerable.