muses_gonewild prompt 70 - loathsome
ooc: A ficlet that is a small moment that takes place very shortly after the Brotherhood was taken down yesterday. Might explain Pyro a little bit better here.
I'm not a hero. I don't give a fuck what some stupid reporter says about me, or that my new job wants to use me as their poster boy, or what the fuck ever.
I'm a bad guy. A hated, loathsome bad guy, and why the fuck does everyone keep forgetting that? They always do. They shouldn't. They won't, now.
"Switching sides" doesn't mean that's changed, that I'm not a bad guy. I think it means I'm worse. I am worse. I'm now everything I tried so hard not to be.
I hate apologizing. I rarely do it, it's not me.
I take responsibility for the things I do, for the things I say, and sometimes they're a bit harsh, but I'm not going to apologize for something I believe in.
Things are different now. Have been, for about a month. I have so many things to apologize for. I hate it.
Choices and decisions and sacrifices. So many, in such a sort time, I don't think it's really hit me yet. It hasn't. It will.
I lied. I'm a liar. A betrayer. Traitor. I'm a dead man.
I'm sorry, Magneto. I'm sorry, Toad, Avalanche. Rogue, I'm sorry. Find them, get them out, release the hounds and have them track me down and rip me to shreds. I deserve it. I'm waiting.
Doug, all for you and now you're safe and can be happy without me fucking things up and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Have a good life. Please. 'Bye.
This has been the worst month ever.
(Except you, Ianto, really. The time I spent with you was nice and honest and I didn't lie and I really liked it and you. Thank you. You met me at a really fucking weird time in my life. I'm sorry. Maybe I can explain it someday, unless... Goodbye(?).)
My choices. My decisions. My sacrifices. I got to live with them. Live with them while I'm still alive.
Hi. Call me John.
My head really hurts.
ooc: Just to let everyone know, Pyro!mun is moving tomorrow and will be losing internet access for a while. I really have no idea if it will be for a day or two, or a week or two. So if Pyro and I disappear for a while, that's why! I'll just play it that Pyro is, uh, recouperating from his traumatic couple days, and he'll come back as his normal asshole self, or maybe broken even worse. Guess we'll see how it goes. :) And my apologies if I end up spamming my flist later today as I try to catch up with things before I'm away. And, uh, five bucks says I'm back on Monday. *headdesk*
I'm not a hero. I don't give a fuck what some stupid reporter says about me, or that my new job wants to use me as their poster boy, or what the fuck ever.
I'm a bad guy. A hated, loathsome bad guy, and why the fuck does everyone keep forgetting that? They always do. They shouldn't. They won't, now.
"Switching sides" doesn't mean that's changed, that I'm not a bad guy. I think it means I'm worse. I am worse. I'm now everything I tried so hard not to be.
I hate apologizing. I rarely do it, it's not me.
I take responsibility for the things I do, for the things I say, and sometimes they're a bit harsh, but I'm not going to apologize for something I believe in.
Things are different now. Have been, for about a month. I have so many things to apologize for. I hate it.
Choices and decisions and sacrifices. So many, in such a sort time, I don't think it's really hit me yet. It hasn't. It will.
I lied. I'm a liar. A betrayer. Traitor. I'm a dead man.
I'm sorry, Magneto. I'm sorry, Toad, Avalanche. Rogue, I'm sorry. Find them, get them out, release the hounds and have them track me down and rip me to shreds. I deserve it. I'm waiting.
Doug, all for you and now you're safe and can be happy without me fucking things up and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Have a good life. Please. 'Bye.
This has been the worst month ever.
(Except you, Ianto, really. The time I spent with you was nice and honest and I didn't lie and I really liked it and you. Thank you. You met me at a really fucking weird time in my life. I'm sorry. Maybe I can explain it someday, unless... Goodbye(?).)
My choices. My decisions. My sacrifices. I got to live with them. Live with them while I'm still alive.
Hi. Call me John.
My head really hurts.
ooc: Just to let everyone know, Pyro!mun is moving tomorrow and will be losing internet access for a while. I really have no idea if it will be for a day or two, or a week or two. So if Pyro and I disappear for a while, that's why! I'll just play it that Pyro is, uh, recouperating from his traumatic couple days, and he'll come back as his normal asshole self, or maybe broken even worse. Guess we'll see how it goes. :) And my apologies if I end up spamming my flist later today as I try to catch up with things before I'm away. And, uh, five bucks says I'm back on Monday. *headdesk*