Add It Up. [1/1]
Title :: Add It Up
Fandom :: Hot Fuzz
Character :: Nicholas Angel
Rating :: PG-13
Summary :: 'How could I have been so wrong?'
Warnings :: Uh... spoilers for the movie, I guess. And the f-word.
Word Count :: 322
Notes :: Because I can. Title taken from Violent Femmes' "Add It Up."
His shoes scuff against the ground, kicking up dust and rocks and the little pieces of paper that had fallen from where they were hanging on streamers hung all around the village.
He exhales slowly, the air floating as a white cloud from out between his parted lips - it’s much colder in Sandford than it was in London - into the bright blue sky, and he freezes, getting the distinct feeling that someone is watching him.
He keeps still for a few seconds, and when nothing moves, he relaxes, shrugs it off, and starts walking again.
‘You’re losing your fucking mind, Nick,’ he thinks, trudging up the front steps of the hotel.
The lounge is empty when he opens the doors, and although he makes a mental note - ‘Always working, can’t shut it off,’ - he doesn’t bother with it after that.
There’s no one else in the hotel outside of their rooms besides him, not unusual, and he rides the elevator up to his floor in silence, lost in thought.
‘It all made so much sense,’ he thinks to himself, almost desperately. ‘I had it all figured out, and then it didn’t work. How the fuck did it not work? How could I have been so wrong?’
He finds himself in front of his door and he sighs, digging in his pockets for his keys.
He goes to slide it the key into the lock, gaze casts down at his feet as he thinks, only for his key to meet air.
His eyes are dark and confused when he glances up, and there’s a tall figure clothed in a black coat standing in his doorway - the same tall figure he’d chased out of the flower shop earlier.
In the split second before a large fist goes smashing into the side of his head, he has a moment of screaming triumph, and a sharp, victorious grin spreads across his face.
‘I fucking knew it.’
Fandom :: Hot Fuzz
Character :: Nicholas Angel
Rating :: PG-13
Summary :: 'How could I have been so wrong?'
Warnings :: Uh... spoilers for the movie, I guess. And the f-word.
Word Count :: 322
Notes :: Because I can. Title taken from Violent Femmes' "Add It Up."
His shoes scuff against the ground, kicking up dust and rocks and the little pieces of paper that had fallen from where they were hanging on streamers hung all around the village.
He exhales slowly, the air floating as a white cloud from out between his parted lips - it’s much colder in Sandford than it was in London - into the bright blue sky, and he freezes, getting the distinct feeling that someone is watching him.
He keeps still for a few seconds, and when nothing moves, he relaxes, shrugs it off, and starts walking again.
‘You’re losing your fucking mind, Nick,’ he thinks, trudging up the front steps of the hotel.
The lounge is empty when he opens the doors, and although he makes a mental note - ‘Always working, can’t shut it off,’ - he doesn’t bother with it after that.
There’s no one else in the hotel outside of their rooms besides him, not unusual, and he rides the elevator up to his floor in silence, lost in thought.
‘It all made so much sense,’ he thinks to himself, almost desperately. ‘I had it all figured out, and then it didn’t work. How the fuck did it not work? How could I have been so wrong?’
He finds himself in front of his door and he sighs, digging in his pockets for his keys.
He goes to slide it the key into the lock, gaze casts down at his feet as he thinks, only for his key to meet air.
His eyes are dark and confused when he glances up, and there’s a tall figure clothed in a black coat standing in his doorway - the same tall figure he’d chased out of the flower shop earlier.
In the split second before a large fist goes smashing into the side of his head, he has a moment of screaming triumph, and a sharp, victorious grin spreads across his face.
‘I fucking knew it.’