2 Death Ficlets, Slade Wilson (DC Comics), Prompts 13 & 9
Title: A Really Good Liar
Author: Lara
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 417
Fandom: DC Comics
Summary: He's a master of lies, but, in the end, he couldn't lie to her.
Content: Angst, character death
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, well, a whole hell of a lot of people wouldn't be dead. Also, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 30_deathfic community on LJ for prompt #13, Lies
"Please..."
Her voice was so weak, broken with a bubbling noise that told him her lungs were filling with blood.
"Tell me..."
He went to one knee, eyes on her dirty face, every other sense focused on her as well. The battle waged around them, but no one came near, as if they knew to do so invited instant death.
"Please...dad..."
Her one eye, shot through with blood, begged for the truth. Her hand came up, reaching for him, and he grasped it, feeling how weak she was in the trembling of the fingers in his own large ones.
"You lied..."
It was a statement with a question at its core. She didn't know, but she hoped.
He'd given her that freedom to hope, and, now, it was leaking away from her with the blood staining the rough ground upon which she lay crumpled and broken.
Pulling off his hood, he drew her hand to his mouth, kissing the bruised knuckles.
"It was all lies, kitten," he said softly, trying not to wince as she coughed and blood sprayed across her chin.
There was nothing he could do for her--experience and a cursory glance at her wounds had told him that. She was going to die, too young, in too much pain, and he couldn't stop it.
But, as he heard Robin's horrified yell of her name, saw her brother charging towards them, Wonder Girl weeping as she flew down to land next to them, as every Titan wrapped up their personal battles and converged on father and daughter...
Slade knew he'd been right.
Bending down, he kissed Rose's cheek and his tears mingled with her own. "I love you, Rose, and I've never been prouder of you."
"...Thank you, daddy," came with her final whisper and her hand slipped from his.
As he lifted his head, he felt the tip of an arrow at the back of his neck, sensed the girl Speedy quivering behind him.
"Speedy, stop."
Grayson.
"He killed her," Speedy choked out, digging the arrow into his skin until a dot of blood appeared.
The young man knelt on the other side of Rose and their eyes met, one set masked, the other single eye unable to hide the anguish.
"He didn't."
"He's evil," the girl lashed out, some of her teammates adding their voices.
Nightwing shook his head, reached down to close Rose's one eye, reached across her for Slade's trembling hand. "He's not. He's just a really good liar."
End
Title: Another Contract
Author: Lara
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 174
Fandom: DC Comics
Summary: Set during the Society insanity, Slade wonders what the hell he's doing.
Content: Angst
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, well, a whole hell of a lot of people wouldn't be dead. Also, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 30_deathfic community on LJ for prompt #9, Honor
There is no honor in this.
The thought goes through his head several times a day as he sinks deeper and deeper into the mire created by Luthor and his band of supervillains. The so-called 'Society' which was nothing more than a group of killers and thieves and would-be world conquerors.
And one nigh-immortal assassin who once believed in something more than his checkbook.
As Slade Wilson wipes blood off the razor sharp blade of his sword and listens to the gurgles of the dying man at his feet, he once again wonders what the hell he's doing. This man--an astrophysicist--had been brilliant, working on breakthroughs using Kryptonian, Thanagarian, even Oan technology. Working for the betterment of mankind and that dream of space.
And for twenty thousand dollars Deathstroke put his sword through him.
It hadn't been a hunt or a challenge or even as deserved death.
This man shouldn't be dead.
He shouldn't have killed him.
There is no honor in his death.
There is no honor in any of this.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 417
Fandom: DC Comics
Summary: He's a master of lies, but, in the end, he couldn't lie to her.
Content: Angst, character death
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, well, a whole hell of a lot of people wouldn't be dead. Also, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 30_deathfic community on LJ for prompt #13, Lies
"Please..."
Her voice was so weak, broken with a bubbling noise that told him her lungs were filling with blood.
"Tell me..."
He went to one knee, eyes on her dirty face, every other sense focused on her as well. The battle waged around them, but no one came near, as if they knew to do so invited instant death.
"Please...dad..."
Her one eye, shot through with blood, begged for the truth. Her hand came up, reaching for him, and he grasped it, feeling how weak she was in the trembling of the fingers in his own large ones.
"You lied..."
It was a statement with a question at its core. She didn't know, but she hoped.
He'd given her that freedom to hope, and, now, it was leaking away from her with the blood staining the rough ground upon which she lay crumpled and broken.
Pulling off his hood, he drew her hand to his mouth, kissing the bruised knuckles.
"It was all lies, kitten," he said softly, trying not to wince as she coughed and blood sprayed across her chin.
There was nothing he could do for her--experience and a cursory glance at her wounds had told him that. She was going to die, too young, in too much pain, and he couldn't stop it.
But, as he heard Robin's horrified yell of her name, saw her brother charging towards them, Wonder Girl weeping as she flew down to land next to them, as every Titan wrapped up their personal battles and converged on father and daughter...
Slade knew he'd been right.
Bending down, he kissed Rose's cheek and his tears mingled with her own. "I love you, Rose, and I've never been prouder of you."
"...Thank you, daddy," came with her final whisper and her hand slipped from his.
As he lifted his head, he felt the tip of an arrow at the back of his neck, sensed the girl Speedy quivering behind him.
"Speedy, stop."
Grayson.
"He killed her," Speedy choked out, digging the arrow into his skin until a dot of blood appeared.
The young man knelt on the other side of Rose and their eyes met, one set masked, the other single eye unable to hide the anguish.
"He didn't."
"He's evil," the girl lashed out, some of her teammates adding their voices.
Nightwing shook his head, reached down to close Rose's one eye, reached across her for Slade's trembling hand. "He's not. He's just a really good liar."
End
Title: Another Contract
Author: Lara
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 174
Fandom: DC Comics
Summary: Set during the Society insanity, Slade wonders what the hell he's doing.
Content: Angst
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, well, a whole hell of a lot of people wouldn't be dead. Also, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 30_deathfic community on LJ for prompt #9, Honor
There is no honor in this.
The thought goes through his head several times a day as he sinks deeper and deeper into the mire created by Luthor and his band of supervillains. The so-called 'Society' which was nothing more than a group of killers and thieves and would-be world conquerors.
And one nigh-immortal assassin who once believed in something more than his checkbook.
As Slade Wilson wipes blood off the razor sharp blade of his sword and listens to the gurgles of the dying man at his feet, he once again wonders what the hell he's doing. This man--an astrophysicist--had been brilliant, working on breakthroughs using Kryptonian, Thanagarian, even Oan technology. Working for the betterment of mankind and that dream of space.
And for twenty thousand dollars Deathstroke put his sword through him.
It hadn't been a hunt or a challenge or even as deserved death.
This man shouldn't be dead.
He shouldn't have killed him.
There is no honor in his death.
There is no honor in any of this.
End