Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brain_ninja) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
"Just fix me," he told her, the mind thing working of its own accord and out of his control. The realization of that was scary, too. Jesus that was like...
"Webber," he gasped, his eyes moving away from Lexie and up at the shadow that fell over the two of them. Webber, with the sadistic grin. Webber, with the blood on his face. Webber, with a motherfucking hole in his chest still oozing from the gunshot wound Andy himself had inflicted, stood over them, towering by comparison to Andy's position on the floor. "Jesus fuck, no," he muttered in something stuck between a laugh and a sob.
What'sa matter, Andy? Not so happy to see me? Webber asked and Andy's eyes slid over to Lexie again, wide with panic, but she wasn't even looking. Didn't she see the shadow? Didn't she hear his voice? Didn't she see the bullet hole?!
Hey. Over here, murderer, Webber said, snapping his fingers to get Andy's attetnion. Andy looked back at him and Webber smiled, his eyes dark with madness. Look at you...you're just like me. You're no better than me. Killing me like that? Like a fucking coward when my back was turned? Using the... Webber tapped his temple with one finger before continuing, on one Martha Jones; on that pretty little thing, he said, nodding at Lexie, without permission even after everything? Holding down a couple of defenseless animals and letting a vampire rip 'em to shreds? Jesus, Andy, you're a hypocrite. What's next? Or should I say 'who'?
"Stop it. Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up!" That time it had been intentional, but Webber laughed.
You think you can beat me? You couldn't even kill me, you useless, pathetic fuck. You're a waste of space; look at you. Laying on the floor like the useless sack of shit you are and always were. We could've had everything, Andy. Everything. We could've ruled the world if we wanted to...and you couldn't do it. You're weak.
Andy felt himself standing, which made no sense at all; Lexie was still beside him. When he looked over his shoulder, he could still see her stitching his leg with frigging dental floss. He was laying there, drugged out of his mind and paralyzed, but he was standing there before the man - his brother - that he'd killed in cold blood. Only, when he looked back at Webber, Webber was gone and Andy was standing there, floating a few inches off the ground, staring at nothing.
"Make it stop," he said, looking back over his shoulder and down at Lexie...and himself... That was so fucking weird, holy shit. "Make it stop, please make it stop," he breathed, reaching out to touch her shoulder and only managing to create a weird blur of motion where his hand should've rightfully been. "What the fuck...oh Jesus, what the fuck...?" he muttered.