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Title: No Longer the Victim
Fandom: Full Metal Panic
Character: Chidori Kaname --> Sousuke Sagara
Themes: #27 - Adrenalin, #30 - Alone, #52 - Rain
Genre: Drama, Action, Introspective
Warnings/Notes: Takes place during FMP:TSR episode 9
Disclaimer: I don’t own FMP or any of its characters.
Summary: Leaving a man tied up in a sleazy hotel, trying to leap from building to building, Kaname stumbles and wonders just what her paranoia may be doing to her sanity.
Change. Everything was changing. Sousuke had disappeared; my nerves were on edge. There is someone watching me, teasing me, making me stumble in the dark screaming inside for a man who was no longer there.
The wind was picking up again, drizzly rain falling from the sky, blocking my vision, keeping me from knowing right from wrong. The ground, it's falling towards me as I stare with wide eyes at the passing blur of windows and metal fire escapes while the wind howls in my ears and my heart beats uncontrollably.
Change. It was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the chance to reveal itself and all its prep work. Since when had terror become such a natural experience? He had only been watching me for a few months, half a year. Since when had I needed to depend on someone so much?
Jaw clenched tight, my body hit the ground, shooting pain blossoming everywhere. Why was this happening to me?
Oh, right, it's because Sousuke wasn't here to over-react, to tell me it's nothing, because I know it isn't.
Heart still pounding a ragged beat against my bruised ribcage, a tattered robe hanging on my body, I clamber to my feet to peer around the crumbling edge of the dirty alley I fell into. My mind refused to think of the man tied up in the room some many stories above.
'I can handle this. This is nothing. I can handle this.'
It was a mantra I repeated as I breathed shakily in the clinging, drizzling air. I can handle this. It had to be true, because if it wasn't, then I knew something new, dark, and horrible was waiting for me at the end of the long rope crushing my windpipe, threatening my life.
And he wasn't here to pull me back from that edge anymore. He abandoned me, left me for dead, or as good as dead after this. Just where was Sousuke?
Thoughts focused, homing in on the building across the street. He had to be there, those eyes that stared and watched me from every angle, every step I took so that no where, nothing, no one was safe. It was all me, and I barely know what I was doing.
I needed it to stop. One way or another, it was going to stop tonight. Change, this time, was going to be playing for me and no one else. It was time I stopped hiding and stopped being afraid. One way or another, I was going to get some answers, or else die trying.
With firm resolve, I dashed across the grey toned street, hugging the shadows and praying he didn’t see me, that his eyes were still focused on that hotel room high above where I left my clothes that he had bugged, tapped into, used to trace my movements. This time, they’d be playing by her rules and when she found Sousuke in whatever backwater military camp he was hiding in, she’d give him a piece of her mind
And then she’d cry.
Fandom: Full Metal Panic
Character: Chidori Kaname --> Sousuke Sagara
Themes: #27 - Adrenalin, #30 - Alone, #52 - Rain
Genre: Drama, Action, Introspective
Warnings/Notes: Takes place during FMP:TSR episode 9
Disclaimer: I don’t own FMP or any of its characters.
Summary: Leaving a man tied up in a sleazy hotel, trying to leap from building to building, Kaname stumbles and wonders just what her paranoia may be doing to her sanity.
Change. Everything was changing. Sousuke had disappeared; my nerves were on edge. There is someone watching me, teasing me, making me stumble in the dark screaming inside for a man who was no longer there.
The wind was picking up again, drizzly rain falling from the sky, blocking my vision, keeping me from knowing right from wrong. The ground, it's falling towards me as I stare with wide eyes at the passing blur of windows and metal fire escapes while the wind howls in my ears and my heart beats uncontrollably.
Change. It was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the chance to reveal itself and all its prep work. Since when had terror become such a natural experience? He had only been watching me for a few months, half a year. Since when had I needed to depend on someone so much?
Jaw clenched tight, my body hit the ground, shooting pain blossoming everywhere. Why was this happening to me?
Oh, right, it's because Sousuke wasn't here to over-react, to tell me it's nothing, because I know it isn't.
Heart still pounding a ragged beat against my bruised ribcage, a tattered robe hanging on my body, I clamber to my feet to peer around the crumbling edge of the dirty alley I fell into. My mind refused to think of the man tied up in the room some many stories above.
'I can handle this. This is nothing. I can handle this.'
It was a mantra I repeated as I breathed shakily in the clinging, drizzling air. I can handle this. It had to be true, because if it wasn't, then I knew something new, dark, and horrible was waiting for me at the end of the long rope crushing my windpipe, threatening my life.
And he wasn't here to pull me back from that edge anymore. He abandoned me, left me for dead, or as good as dead after this. Just where was Sousuke?
Thoughts focused, homing in on the building across the street. He had to be there, those eyes that stared and watched me from every angle, every step I took so that no where, nothing, no one was safe. It was all me, and I barely know what I was doing.
I needed it to stop. One way or another, it was going to stop tonight. Change, this time, was going to be playing for me and no one else. It was time I stopped hiding and stopped being afraid. One way or another, I was going to get some answers, or else die trying.
With firm resolve, I dashed across the grey toned street, hugging the shadows and praying he didn’t see me, that his eyes were still focused on that hotel room high above where I left my clothes that he had bugged, tapped into, used to trace my movements. This time, they’d be playing by her rules and when she found Sousuke in whatever backwater military camp he was hiding in, she’d give him a piece of her mind
And then she’d cry.