FICBIT: Dreaming Blind
This is a bit of something I am writing lately. Part of something rather fucked up. Okay more than fucked up, Lily fell into a delirious state and well, this came out.
Itachi's a Detective/Police Officer/Thingy. I won't say anything else. Itachi perspective. Its just a little bit, but hopefully some of you like it.
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Itachi had killed in his life, not a high amount, but enough for him to say it was familiar. Things go wrong in hard situations when you least expect it but Itachi prided himself on being able to subdue without killing. But sometimes, some killers he was sent to take down, some victim’s were so truamtized. Reason was no longer applicable to their situation and guns were drawn and it came down to whoever pulled their trigger first.
He faced them in his dreams. The dead and him.He would be still, standing in a river. Barefoot, dress pants rolled up to his knees. Feet placed evenly on smooth stone. There would just be the river in a hundred miles of blackness.
The banks were filled with faces, and hands and bodies, and legs and feet, scrambling over each other -- all the dead, before Itachi, fighting to reach him. Itachi was not scared, no terror bit at him, this wasn’t a nightmare. Instead he closed his eyes. It had always been this way in this dream. He closed his eyes and the dead would come.
They don’t speak, but he knows, he knows very well what they are saying. The way they stand, their eyes open and calm. Most of all they say it with their hands, palms out to him, fingers soft and relaxed.
They say: Welcome, brother. We have been waiting.
Itachi's a Detective/Police Officer/Thingy. I won't say anything else. Itachi perspective. Its just a little bit, but hopefully some of you like it.
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Itachi had killed in his life, not a high amount, but enough for him to say it was familiar. Things go wrong in hard situations when you least expect it but Itachi prided himself on being able to subdue without killing. But sometimes, some killers he was sent to take down, some victim’s were so truamtized. Reason was no longer applicable to their situation and guns were drawn and it came down to whoever pulled their trigger first.
He faced them in his dreams. The dead and him.He would be still, standing in a river. Barefoot, dress pants rolled up to his knees. Feet placed evenly on smooth stone. There would just be the river in a hundred miles of blackness.
The banks were filled with faces, and hands and bodies, and legs and feet, scrambling over each other -- all the dead, before Itachi, fighting to reach him. Itachi was not scared, no terror bit at him, this wasn’t a nightmare. Instead he closed his eyes. It had always been this way in this dream. He closed his eyes and the dead would come.
They don’t speak, but he knows, he knows very well what they are saying. The way they stand, their eyes open and calm. Most of all they say it with their hands, palms out to him, fingers soft and relaxed.
They say: Welcome, brother. We have been waiting.