Dr. Benjamin Linus (drlinus) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-19 11:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ben linus |
Ben has a gun
Who: Ben Linus
What: A Terrifying Dream. (Yes, Ben is involved in the Truthiness plot, but this really has nothing to do with that. Subsequent posts will, though)
When: Early Thursday Morning
Where: In bed. While Ben sleeps.
Rating: PG-13, WARNING: Graphic Blood and Violence, Guns, Intent to Murder, Children Involved
Status: Complete
Ben Linus is standing on a private dock. Mid-morning. It is a beautiful day--breathtaking, really: clear white light from the sun, not a cloud in the sky. There is even a cool aerosol spray rising from the bay.
It has taken him an awful long time to get there. He has traveled a tremendous distance, longer than anyone could possibly imagine. So long that he wondered he'd ever arrive. Alive. But none of that matters now. He is here. This is the moment he's been waiting for. He is the very definition of a man on a mission.
A woman on a yacht fiddles with the rigging.
Ben begins to walk forward.
From the corner of his eye, he notes a man retrieving groceries from the back of a van. Ben passes him. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Ben turns and pulls a gun from a pocket inside his gray suit coat. Does he recognize the man? He fires before the man has a chance to recognize him. A carton of milk explodes in the man's hand. The man falls. He stays down.
The woman turns. "Desmond? Desmond?!" She's pretty, with golden brown curls and blue-green eyes. She looks nothing like her father. But Ben knows better.
Ben marches onward, arm extended, gun locked on her heart. "Don't move. Not another word. Hello, Penelope. My name is Benjamin Linus. I'm sorry you're caught up in the middle of this thing, but your father--"
She attempts to interrupt, saying she and her father have no relationship. But that's hardly the point of all this.
Ben continues, not giving her time to finish. Talk won't save her anyway. "Your father is a really terrible human being. He's responsible for the killing of my daughter. That's why I'm here."
"Mommy?" A child appears, with matching golden-brown curls. He climbs out of the cabin of the yacht. "Mommy?"
The woman begins to tremble all over. She can hardly stand and she attempts to shoo the boy away. "Charlie, go back inside. Please, whatever you do, don't hurt my son."
But Ben doesn't reply. His mouth has gone dry, his voice is caught in his throat. Is it for the child's sake that he momentarily lowers the gun? His hand has gone numb.
And then, he is on the ground. The boards of the dock rushing up to meet him as forcefully as the body throwing him downward. Ribs are immediately broken. Air bursts from his lungs, air thick with blood. Flat on his back, he turns and looks into the eyes of the man with the groceries. Desmond's fist strikes him. Again. And again. Blood splatters like water on the dock.
Benjamin Linus wakes. Screaming.