Unforgiving Precision On Display
Author: wasabi_girl1
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Parkman, Isaac
Prompt: 1. Greed
Word Count: 600
Rating: G
Summary: Parkman meets his demons head on, but is he willing to face what he finds?
Unforgiving Precision On Display
Matt Parkman feels the heaviness of the diamonds weighing him down as they lie in his pocket.
What have I done? He thinks to himself, fearfully. Stealing isn’t his usual modus operandi. What has gotten into me? He’s a cop, not some kind of petty thief.
Parkman fingers the bag in his pocket and scowls. He was a cop. He’s not anymore. I’m out of a job because they won’t believe me. No one will ever believe me. Maybe this is the universe’s way of finally bringing him retribution. He has a wife to take care of, a baby on the way.
I need this. Parkman attempts to convince himself.
Turning the corner onto another busy city street, he is unable to look anyone in the eyes. As if the moment they look straight at him, they will somehow know exactly what he has done. As if they can read his mind just like he can read theirs.
What I’m doing is right. Parkman pushes on. I have these powers now. I need to use them to better myself. I can’t keep letting the world trample all over me.
Lost deep in his thoughts, he does not manage to see the long-haired unshaven man take a step directly in front of him. They collide unceremoniously on the sidewalk.
“Watch it!” Parkman barks out irrationally, flustered by the sudden break from his unholy thoughts.
He is immediately ashamed at his own misguided anger and reaches out to help the other man pick up the picture he had been carrying that now lies on the ground.
But Parkman stops in his tracks when he sees what it is a painting of.
He sees a familiar scene staring back at him; a greedy man at the end of his rope stashing a stolen bag of diamonds into his pocket and never turning back.
He sees himself in a way he has never been able to see himself before.
He sees a coward instead of a man.
Parkman opens his mouth and looks to the man who is now staring at him as if he is a ghost. But he has no words left. How does he know me?
Before either can move, Parkman begins to hear a familiar ringing in his ears. Voices that are not his own.
His selfishness, I can see it on his face. Parkman blinks in shock. He is afraid, I can sense it. He just wants it all to stop. I’ve seen this all before. Parkman doesn’t want to understand what he is hearing. What he is seeing. He is nothing but a thief.
Parkman doesn’t even need the thoughts to tell him, he can see the vile judgement clear in the other man’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” Parkman mumbles to him awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Mr. -“
“Isaac.” The other man holds out his hand graciously. “Isaac Mendez. And you are?”
Matt Parkman has never been so ashamed. “Nobody. Never mind.” He hands Isaac the painting. “Sorry once again.”
Parkman leaves the scene as fast as he possibly can, leaving Isaac Mendez in his dust, in his past. He will never see the man again.
Only in his nightmares.
* * *
Matt Parkman somehow arrives back in his home. Janice is nowhere in sight, and he is thankful. He wouldn’t be able to face her now.
He stashes the bag of diamonds in a drawer the first chance he has. Because he is unable to even look at them.
But all the same, he is also unable to get rid of them.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Parkman, Isaac
Prompt: 1. Greed
Word Count: 600
Rating: G
Summary: Parkman meets his demons head on, but is he willing to face what he finds?
Unforgiving Precision On Display
Matt Parkman feels the heaviness of the diamonds weighing him down as they lie in his pocket.
What have I done? He thinks to himself, fearfully. Stealing isn’t his usual modus operandi. What has gotten into me? He’s a cop, not some kind of petty thief.
Parkman fingers the bag in his pocket and scowls. He was a cop. He’s not anymore. I’m out of a job because they won’t believe me. No one will ever believe me. Maybe this is the universe’s way of finally bringing him retribution. He has a wife to take care of, a baby on the way.
I need this. Parkman attempts to convince himself.
Turning the corner onto another busy city street, he is unable to look anyone in the eyes. As if the moment they look straight at him, they will somehow know exactly what he has done. As if they can read his mind just like he can read theirs.
What I’m doing is right. Parkman pushes on. I have these powers now. I need to use them to better myself. I can’t keep letting the world trample all over me.
Lost deep in his thoughts, he does not manage to see the long-haired unshaven man take a step directly in front of him. They collide unceremoniously on the sidewalk.
“Watch it!” Parkman barks out irrationally, flustered by the sudden break from his unholy thoughts.
He is immediately ashamed at his own misguided anger and reaches out to help the other man pick up the picture he had been carrying that now lies on the ground.
But Parkman stops in his tracks when he sees what it is a painting of.
He sees a familiar scene staring back at him; a greedy man at the end of his rope stashing a stolen bag of diamonds into his pocket and never turning back.
He sees himself in a way he has never been able to see himself before.
He sees a coward instead of a man.
Parkman opens his mouth and looks to the man who is now staring at him as if he is a ghost. But he has no words left. How does he know me?
Before either can move, Parkman begins to hear a familiar ringing in his ears. Voices that are not his own.
His selfishness, I can see it on his face. Parkman blinks in shock. He is afraid, I can sense it. He just wants it all to stop. I’ve seen this all before. Parkman doesn’t want to understand what he is hearing. What he is seeing. He is nothing but a thief.
Parkman doesn’t even need the thoughts to tell him, he can see the vile judgement clear in the other man’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” Parkman mumbles to him awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Mr. -“
“Isaac.” The other man holds out his hand graciously. “Isaac Mendez. And you are?”
Matt Parkman has never been so ashamed. “Nobody. Never mind.” He hands Isaac the painting. “Sorry once again.”
Parkman leaves the scene as fast as he possibly can, leaving Isaac Mendez in his dust, in his past. He will never see the man again.
Only in his nightmares.
* * *
Matt Parkman somehow arrives back in his home. Janice is nowhere in sight, and he is thankful. He wouldn’t be able to face her now.
He stashes the bag of diamonds in a drawer the first chance he has. Because he is unable to even look at them.
But all the same, he is also unable to get rid of them.