Absolution
Title:Absolution
Author:ekorotya
Pairing/Characters (or Gen if no pairing):Kellerman/OC
Category:Romance/Action
Rating:R
Summary: “In the French Resistance, it was considered as high an honor to smile when facing a Nazi firing squad.”
Spoilers (if any): None
Esfir Korotya: I've looked at life from both sides now. From win and lose and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall, I really don't know life at all.-Joni Mitchell
Disclaim:I own nothing but the plot and the OC's (original characters). What is not real in this life has been created by the author. The rest of it belongs to it's owner(s). This is just a hobby and I am making no profit off of this.
Absolution
Chapter I
“In the French Resistance, it was considered as high an honor to smile when facing a Nazi firing squad.”
'The man just looked at me like I was crazy.'
Paul Kellerman sighed and fixed the collar of his coat as he walked out of the Aurora hospital.
'Too bad that guard got into the crossfire.'
He was in a black trench coat, with slate clothing and a pair of boots. Spring rains attacked his body as his head fell to his chest. It was a warmer day cooled by the rains of Illinois, as the ex-secret service agent walked through the streets;society passing him. He eventually made his way to an alley where he sat on some boxes. Finding the confidence to straighten his head, his brown eyes stared into the darkening gray sky. His orbs looked lost, hopeless and lonely. He looked into the sky as if the slate held all life's answers.
He suddenly thought of his partner and closet friend Danny Hale. He hated having to kill him. His best friend, they had met at the academy,and stayed together until that unfortunate night. He'd met his wife, and kids and grew to love them as his own family. They even went to call him uncle Owen. He hated himself that night. Wanting to hide, wanting to get away from this world, from himself he locked himself away into a closet and cried for the rest of that night.
His thoughts then moved over to the once love of his life, Caroline Reynolds. The cause of all of this. He served her,protected her, and loved her. And for what? To be rejected and then thrown out into the arms of Bill Kim like some insignificant toy?
Tears flooded his eyes as he blinked them away. His thoughts were interrupted by running water. Looking over he found a woman pouring water down her stairs;which coincidentally happen to trickle on him.
Standing up, he walked out of the alley and back onto the unforgiving street. Life as a civilian seemed dimmer,less colored than even life as an agent. Life as an agent, you saw life in blue,black,white and of course blood red. But, now, now all of that had changed. Life was seen in dull black and white. People were faded and blurred. Life in the service, everything was so sharp, so clear. It was a terrifying thing.
The gray blur that was the sky, growled above him. His head tilted to the sky, he sighed and felt his hand drift to his stomach. It'd been 2 hours since his sentencing. So that meant, the company had either “erased” him already, or else left him to contend with the local police. A police car drove past him. Either way, he didn't feel like taking any chances.
Three blocks later, Kellerman made his way to a positively inhospitable hotel. An obvious cocaine addict and his girlfriend stood at the desk, snorting the rest of the substance up their noses. He sniffed as he stole a look at Kellerman's form.
“Wha'chu you want?” The teen asked;his eyes bloodshot.
“A room would be nice.” Kellerman replied gruffly.
The teen looked him over and went to fetch some keys. The girlfriend looked over and smiled. When a smile wasn't returned, she grimaced and looked away.
The teen was back in moments with some keys and another snort.
“'Ere you go. That'll be $35.80.”
Kellerman had the exact change in hand, tossing it onto the counter.
Making it to his room, he found it to be cleaner than expected. It had the basic essentials of a hotel room; a single bed, with some cheesy design. To the left of the bed, was a nightstand with corded phone and a small vent. To the right of the bed was a small coffee table with a bucket for ice. And the last part of the room, taken in was the long,mirrored dresser with tv.
Not caring about any of this he slid off his slightly damp coat, fell out of his boots and collapsed onto the bed. Unfortunately he didn't sleep; he couldn't sleep. He merely rested his eyelids for long periods of time.
Esfir Korotya: Okay, so a bit of a different taste from me. Review and tell me how it was. Please and thank you.
Author:ekorotya
Pairing/Characters (or Gen if no pairing):Kellerman/OC
Category:Romance/Action
Rating:R
Summary: “In the French Resistance, it was considered as high an honor to smile when facing a Nazi firing squad.”
Spoilers (if any): None
Esfir Korotya: I've looked at life from both sides now. From win and lose and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall, I really don't know life at all.-Joni Mitchell
Disclaim:I own nothing but the plot and the OC's (original characters). What is not real in this life has been created by the author. The rest of it belongs to it's owner(s). This is just a hobby and I am making no profit off of this.
Absolution
Chapter I
“In the French Resistance, it was considered as high an honor to smile when facing a Nazi firing squad.”
'The man just looked at me like I was crazy.'
Paul Kellerman sighed and fixed the collar of his coat as he walked out of the Aurora hospital.
'Too bad that guard got into the crossfire.'
He was in a black trench coat, with slate clothing and a pair of boots. Spring rains attacked his body as his head fell to his chest. It was a warmer day cooled by the rains of Illinois, as the ex-secret service agent walked through the streets;society passing him. He eventually made his way to an alley where he sat on some boxes. Finding the confidence to straighten his head, his brown eyes stared into the darkening gray sky. His orbs looked lost, hopeless and lonely. He looked into the sky as if the slate held all life's answers.
He suddenly thought of his partner and closet friend Danny Hale. He hated having to kill him. His best friend, they had met at the academy,and stayed together until that unfortunate night. He'd met his wife, and kids and grew to love them as his own family. They even went to call him uncle Owen. He hated himself that night. Wanting to hide, wanting to get away from this world, from himself he locked himself away into a closet and cried for the rest of that night.
His thoughts then moved over to the once love of his life, Caroline Reynolds. The cause of all of this. He served her,protected her, and loved her. And for what? To be rejected and then thrown out into the arms of Bill Kim like some insignificant toy?
Tears flooded his eyes as he blinked them away. His thoughts were interrupted by running water. Looking over he found a woman pouring water down her stairs;which coincidentally happen to trickle on him.
Standing up, he walked out of the alley and back onto the unforgiving street. Life as a civilian seemed dimmer,less colored than even life as an agent. Life as an agent, you saw life in blue,black,white and of course blood red. But, now, now all of that had changed. Life was seen in dull black and white. People were faded and blurred. Life in the service, everything was so sharp, so clear. It was a terrifying thing.
The gray blur that was the sky, growled above him. His head tilted to the sky, he sighed and felt his hand drift to his stomach. It'd been 2 hours since his sentencing. So that meant, the company had either “erased” him already, or else left him to contend with the local police. A police car drove past him. Either way, he didn't feel like taking any chances.
Three blocks later, Kellerman made his way to a positively inhospitable hotel. An obvious cocaine addict and his girlfriend stood at the desk, snorting the rest of the substance up their noses. He sniffed as he stole a look at Kellerman's form.
“Wha'chu you want?” The teen asked;his eyes bloodshot.
“A room would be nice.” Kellerman replied gruffly.
The teen looked him over and went to fetch some keys. The girlfriend looked over and smiled. When a smile wasn't returned, she grimaced and looked away.
The teen was back in moments with some keys and another snort.
“'Ere you go. That'll be $35.80.”
Kellerman had the exact change in hand, tossing it onto the counter.
Making it to his room, he found it to be cleaner than expected. It had the basic essentials of a hotel room; a single bed, with some cheesy design. To the left of the bed, was a nightstand with corded phone and a small vent. To the right of the bed was a small coffee table with a bucket for ice. And the last part of the room, taken in was the long,mirrored dresser with tv.
Not caring about any of this he slid off his slightly damp coat, fell out of his boots and collapsed onto the bed. Unfortunately he didn't sleep; he couldn't sleep. He merely rested his eyelids for long periods of time.
Esfir Korotya: Okay, so a bit of a different taste from me. Review and tell me how it was. Please and thank you.