FAKE Quadruple Drabble: End Of An Era
Title: End Of An Era
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Mother.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol 2, Act 6.
Summary: The remains of Mother’s orphanage are being demolished, and Dee is there to watch.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Destruction’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
It wasn’t much, a rundown old building that had been chilly in winter and too hot in summer, but it had been Dee’s home for the first eighteen years of his life, the only home he’d known, and it had sheltered so many other kids over the years. It had been Mother’s orphanage long before Dee came along, and had still been serving the same purpose until a few weeks ago, when a bomb had brought half of it down, all because some big corporation wanted the land it stood on.
The bomb had caused so much damage that repairing the place would’ve been out of the question, even if Mother had been able to raise enough money. It was structurally unsound, too dangerous to be left standing, so the corporation had won. They’d gotten the land they wanted while Mother and all the children had been forced to start over somewhere else. It wasn’t fair.
Still, at least S Corp had found new premises for the orphanage. They’d paid all the costs of relocation as well as making a substantial donation, meaning Mother had been able to decorate and furnish the place, buy clothes and toys for the children to replace what had been destroyed in the explosion, and there was still enough left over to pay the bills for a few months.
In some respects the new orphanage was better than the old one, more spacious and standing on its own grounds, less draughty, and with better heating and air conditioning, but Dee was still angry. How could he not be? Mother could have been killed; she’d spent several weeks in hospital recovering from her injuries. It was lucky the kids had all been outside when the bomb went off, and far enough away not to be injured by falling debris. The complete disregard for the lives of innocent children, not to mention a kind and caring woman, had shocked Dee to his core.
So, in a way, had the loss of his childhood home. He’d made so many precious memories within those shabby walls; they’d represented safety and security, enfolding him in the same way as Mother’s loving arms always had. Now he stood at a safe distance, watching as the heavy machinery rolled in and began tearing down what the bomb hadn’t destroyed.
Witnessing the demolition hurt. It was like saying goodbye to a dear friend.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Mother.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol 2, Act 6.
Summary: The remains of Mother’s orphanage are being demolished, and Dee is there to watch.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Destruction’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
It wasn’t much, a rundown old building that had been chilly in winter and too hot in summer, but it had been Dee’s home for the first eighteen years of his life, the only home he’d known, and it had sheltered so many other kids over the years. It had been Mother’s orphanage long before Dee came along, and had still been serving the same purpose until a few weeks ago, when a bomb had brought half of it down, all because some big corporation wanted the land it stood on.
The bomb had caused so much damage that repairing the place would’ve been out of the question, even if Mother had been able to raise enough money. It was structurally unsound, too dangerous to be left standing, so the corporation had won. They’d gotten the land they wanted while Mother and all the children had been forced to start over somewhere else. It wasn’t fair.
Still, at least S Corp had found new premises for the orphanage. They’d paid all the costs of relocation as well as making a substantial donation, meaning Mother had been able to decorate and furnish the place, buy clothes and toys for the children to replace what had been destroyed in the explosion, and there was still enough left over to pay the bills for a few months.
In some respects the new orphanage was better than the old one, more spacious and standing on its own grounds, less draughty, and with better heating and air conditioning, but Dee was still angry. How could he not be? Mother could have been killed; she’d spent several weeks in hospital recovering from her injuries. It was lucky the kids had all been outside when the bomb went off, and far enough away not to be injured by falling debris. The complete disregard for the lives of innocent children, not to mention a kind and caring woman, had shocked Dee to his core.
So, in a way, had the loss of his childhood home. He’d made so many precious memories within those shabby walls; they’d represented safety and security, enfolding him in the same way as Mother’s loving arms always had. Now he stood at a safe distance, watching as the heavy machinery rolled in and began tearing down what the bomb hadn’t destroyed.
Witnessing the demolition hurt. It was like saying goodbye to a dear friend.
The End