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Phone Booth
Title: Hunting
Rating: R -violent thoughts, slash undertones
Summary: What is the man behind the voice thinking? Spoilers from: "Phone Booth." Second person POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with "Phone Booth". Etc. etc.
Distribution: No, unless you ask first.
09-19-03
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Your father used to take you out Saturday afternoons to the forest and show you how to use a rifle. You took to it quickly. The first time you killed a deer and watched as it slipped into death, you got strangely excited.
You masturbated for the first time that night. It was a strange cycle, after that, of killing and pleasure, stalking and gratification.
Deer and elk, rabbit and game birds were fun-a tease, really-but they couldn't compare to the rush you got the first time you killed something human.
Your blood pumped hot and heavy through your veins and you made a mess of your pants, but you'd never felt so alive. So in control.
Lurking in the shadows, you see what the naked, naive fools of this earth never could. You teach people a lesson they thought they knew. You're a fucking demi-god.
It's a twisted game of cat and mouse, you know that.
Stu Shepard was easy. A snivelling runt underneath that fine Armani suit and cheap imitation watch, but on the surface he's slick and arrogant and exudes self-confidence and that's why you choose him.
He's everything you're not. And you know deep down that he's no worse than anyone else, but not everyone is that beautiful. You noticed that right away. You knew he was different than the others.
You toyed with him. Batted him around in your far-reaching, playful hands, gripping him loosely.
And he turned out to be everything you hoped for and more. Yeah, now he'll think twice before he looks past people. Before he dismisses without hearing. Now he'll listen.
You had to touch him, even through an inch of Italian leather and a starched white handkerchief so they couldn't get your prints, but you had to do it. You had to see him up close. To breath the same air. To have him see you.
You once had a teacher in highschool that said you'd do great on the radio, that you had a distinctive sound.
You never liked the radio, but you love the telephone. It's so impersonal. You never know who's on the other line. Where they're calling from. What they're doing.
People never know when you're going to call.
You always were a good hunter.
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End.
Title: Hunting
Rating: R -violent thoughts, slash undertones
Summary: What is the man behind the voice thinking? Spoilers from: "Phone Booth." Second person POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with "Phone Booth". Etc. etc.
Distribution: No, unless you ask first.
09-19-03
_______________
Your father used to take you out Saturday afternoons to the forest and show you how to use a rifle. You took to it quickly. The first time you killed a deer and watched as it slipped into death, you got strangely excited.
You masturbated for the first time that night. It was a strange cycle, after that, of killing and pleasure, stalking and gratification.
Deer and elk, rabbit and game birds were fun-a tease, really-but they couldn't compare to the rush you got the first time you killed something human.
Your blood pumped hot and heavy through your veins and you made a mess of your pants, but you'd never felt so alive. So in control.
Lurking in the shadows, you see what the naked, naive fools of this earth never could. You teach people a lesson they thought they knew. You're a fucking demi-god.
It's a twisted game of cat and mouse, you know that.
Stu Shepard was easy. A snivelling runt underneath that fine Armani suit and cheap imitation watch, but on the surface he's slick and arrogant and exudes self-confidence and that's why you choose him.
He's everything you're not. And you know deep down that he's no worse than anyone else, but not everyone is that beautiful. You noticed that right away. You knew he was different than the others.
You toyed with him. Batted him around in your far-reaching, playful hands, gripping him loosely.
And he turned out to be everything you hoped for and more. Yeah, now he'll think twice before he looks past people. Before he dismisses without hearing. Now he'll listen.
You had to touch him, even through an inch of Italian leather and a starched white handkerchief so they couldn't get your prints, but you had to do it. You had to see him up close. To breath the same air. To have him see you.
You once had a teacher in highschool that said you'd do great on the radio, that you had a distinctive sound.
You never liked the radio, but you love the telephone. It's so impersonal. You never know who's on the other line. Where they're calling from. What they're doing.
People never know when you're going to call.
You always were a good hunter.
________
End.