Drabble: Epilogue (Ian, various OMCs, R)

Jul 24, 2008 09:25

Title: Epilogue
Characters: Ian, various OMCs.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: R for violence.
Warnings: Mention of several character deaths.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the " Closure of a lifetime."
Summary: Ian takes revenge in behalf of every person who has died.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt #135 - Guilty.
Beta: The lovely toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.

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“We have a… very interesting defendant, here,” Ian muttered, getting up from the place he owned as the Judge.

The Jury sat down; the prosecutor asked, “Shall I start, Your Honor?”

“Thank you, but I’d like to take care of this myself, just like I did the last time.” He smiled and went towards Alan’s murderer, who tried to take the defendant’s seat. “No, you don’t even get to sit there.”

Even if the man stood in his place, he was laughing. “Do you think you scare me, Judge? Do you have any idea of what I’ve done while being alive?”

“Do you have any idea that because of you, the world missed people who not only were good, but also had a great future? People… I knew?”

Silence.

“You’re guilty.”

The criminal swallowed.

“Do you know… how mad I am?” Ian asked, approaching him. “Do you know all the things I want to do to you?” He walked around him, smiled when he noticed him try to hide his fear. “I want to break your arms…”

In a second, he had bent the man’s arms, finally making them crack when broken. Screams filled the room.

“Your legs…”

The defendant’s legs followed, dragging more screams from their owner.

“Warm you up a little…”

Ian clapped his hands over and over again, setting up on fire each one of the criminal’s body parts.

“But most of all, I want to make you vanish the same way they died…”

He took out a gun and with a fine movement and he placed it over the screaming man’s forehead.

After the shot, the criminal’s body fell onto the floor, completely destroyed.

The Judge turned around; the Jury and the prosecutor applauded him, making him smile.

This wasn’t a job. This was pure entertainment.

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