Apr 09, 2008 15:11
You could say Gene's not thinking straight. You could also say he's having a moment of frightening and absolute clarity. Both these things would be true.
Fact: He can't control this thing he's become. He's attacked a fellow copper, and a woman, at that. If there's one thing he's prided himself on, it's the fact that he won't hit a bird who doesn't hit first. Granted, it was a tiny chipmunk clawing at her face. At worst, she'd have gotten a bite or two on the nose and some scratches. But if it hadn't been the chipmunk... He's not going to think too much about that. Proof enough he's not the one in charge here.
Fact: He's got no purpose here. Oh, he and Tyler might've had a great plan to go out and fight the demons, look after people, but in waltzes Jack Harkness with a better one, and there goes Tyler. With bloody good reason. It's not his time, not his place, and he's about as useful here as tits on a fish, unless he... what? Works for Tyler in this lovely little Torchwood thing he's got going? Not bloody likely.
Fact: He's good at violence. Very good. He prides himself on it. And if he can't control it, he might as well use it to better purpose.
And that's why he's reloaded his gun, gotten his things together, and is on his way out. Probably for good. He doesn't know much about demons, but if angels can be killed, so can they. And if he runs out of bullets, he's got claws and teeth, and someone whose throat he'll feel justified in ripping out.
Logically, he knows that he's got no team working with him, no backup if he needs it. Logically, he knows this is probably suicide. But logic can go sodomize itself with a rusted steak knife.
This is a thing he can do, and he's doing it.
And so he makes his way to the elevator with all the gravity of a sheriff heading out to face a band of outlaws for the last time. Outnumbered. Outgunned. Blaze of glory.
Because he can.
sam tyler,
gene hunt,
becky trapper