You got to be strong.
Drabble for "explanation challenge" at sylarelle
Rating: PG, I guess.
Characters: Gabriel, Angela and Elle
Summary: "What are you doing, Gabriel?"
Warning: Spoiler for 3x12
Author's Notes: I'm preparing for the worst, but the hope that the terrible picture is not what we fear die last. As Angela says "We got to be strong." - Comments are at sylarelle
"What are you doing, Gabriel?"
Hearing her voice, I look up from Elle's bloody leg, throwing off the tin, now empty.
"Mom? Why are you here?"
"You must fight it, Gabriel. You got be strong. Don't let him win."
"I killed her, mom. I'm not a good person, I'm just a killer "
"You are better than him. Don't let him fool you. Wake up, Gabriel! You are in danger. Save her, save your son! "
I open my eyes. Breathless. Where I am? Costa Verde. The beach. Elle. Oh my God, Elle!
I feel the weight of her body lying on me.
I brace myself and move her.
My hands are shaking.
All that blood ...
Fear and anguish blur my eyes for a moment...
...but she is here, alive, breathing, the skin of the face intact, only a small old scar on the forehead.
It was a nightmare.
A fucking bloody nightmare.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I embrace her.
"What?" She whispers on my chest.
"Nothing"
Mom's words engraved in my mind. A son. Danger.
"We must go. Now!"
A/N: Comments are at sylarelle
Rating: PG, I guess.
Characters: Gabriel, Angela and Elle
Summary: "What are you doing, Gabriel?"
Warning: Spoiler for 3x12
Author's Notes: I'm preparing for the worst, but the hope that the terrible picture is not what we fear die last. As Angela says "We got to be strong." - Comments are at sylarelle
"What are you doing, Gabriel?"
Hearing her voice, I look up from Elle's bloody leg, throwing off the tin, now empty.
"Mom? Why are you here?"
"You must fight it, Gabriel. You got be strong. Don't let him win."
"I killed her, mom. I'm not a good person, I'm just a killer "
"You are better than him. Don't let him fool you. Wake up, Gabriel! You are in danger. Save her, save your son! "
I open my eyes. Breathless. Where I am? Costa Verde. The beach. Elle. Oh my God, Elle!
I feel the weight of her body lying on me.
I brace myself and move her.
My hands are shaking.
All that blood ...
Fear and anguish blur my eyes for a moment...
...but she is here, alive, breathing, the skin of the face intact, only a small old scar on the forehead.
It was a nightmare.
A fucking bloody nightmare.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I embrace her.
"What?" She whispers on my chest.
"Nothing"
Mom's words engraved in my mind. A son. Danger.
"We must go. Now!"
A/N: Comments are at sylarelle