Murder by Threes - A "What If" Type fic
So this is a mystery pairing, you have to read to find out. It is short but not short enough to be a drabble. So this is a very angsty character death "what if" little thing. I had it in my head and it needed to come out.
Warning: Beware of cussing. I own nothing, am making no money, and mean no disrespect. Based on characters no real people.
Thanks for reading. All input is greatly appreciated!
Murder by Threes:
“I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me”
Carrie Underwood- “Just a Dream”
All he can do is stare, just stare down at the pale blood stained face of the man he loves. The man that loved him.
The single embodiment of all that was good and right in this war, in this world. The one man that looked at him not just with fear-hedged admiration but with love and longing.
He is, was -will always be- the single kindest person he will ever know.
In the face of such adversity, such death, he had always been there for the men, for him. For him when he had needed someone like him the most, when he had needed that hope, that belief that there was something, someone to start collecting for. Someone to start collecting with for a future that seemed so close at hand with the ending of the war in Europe. It had seemed so possible but now it is gone.
It is all gone, with one drunken shot from a fucking gun of some fucking replacement it is all fucking gone.
Gone in one quick almost unnoticeable blast of a barrel.
One well-aimed bullet in this fucked up war.
Just one more atrocity in this all but over war, by one of our own. So what is another in the scheme of things, it all means so little now.
Only certainties remain and they are these:
The replacement was going to die-
He had taken his life, now Speirs was going to take his.
When he shot Lipton he hadn’t just killed one man he had murdered three.
Warning: Beware of cussing. I own nothing, am making no money, and mean no disrespect. Based on characters no real people.
Thanks for reading. All input is greatly appreciated!
Murder by Threes:
“I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me”
Carrie Underwood- “Just a Dream”
All he can do is stare, just stare down at the pale blood stained face of the man he loves. The man that loved him.
The single embodiment of all that was good and right in this war, in this world. The one man that looked at him not just with fear-hedged admiration but with love and longing.
He is, was -will always be- the single kindest person he will ever know.
In the face of such adversity, such death, he had always been there for the men, for him. For him when he had needed someone like him the most, when he had needed that hope, that belief that there was something, someone to start collecting for. Someone to start collecting with for a future that seemed so close at hand with the ending of the war in Europe. It had seemed so possible but now it is gone.
It is all gone, with one drunken shot from a fucking gun of some fucking replacement it is all fucking gone.
Gone in one quick almost unnoticeable blast of a barrel.
One well-aimed bullet in this fucked up war.
Just one more atrocity in this all but over war, by one of our own. So what is another in the scheme of things, it all means so little now.
Only certainties remain and they are these:
The replacement was going to die-
He had taken his life, now Speirs was going to take his.
When he shot Lipton he hadn’t just killed one man he had murdered three.