Fanfiction 100: #027. Parents.
Fic Number: #027.
Prompt: Parents.
Author: pvtwitt
Rating: General
Length: 191 words
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: N/A
Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest are (unfortunately) not mine. This is just for entertainment.
Elias handed the cellphone back to the guard, satisfied that he’d just heard his father’s death on the other end. He sat down on his prison cot, leaned back against the wall and folded his hands in his lap. It was finally over. He’d avenged his mother.
So why didn’t he feel better?
He’d always thought the sweet victory of revenge would give him a high like no drug could. He’d dreamed of this moment for years, each step meticulously planned. He shrugged. Well, that was until John showed up. He shook that thought from his mind. He’d deal with that later.
He wondered if his mother would be pleased with his work, if she would be proud of her baby boy. He wondered if his father, or the man who had supplied half of his DNA but had never been a father, had felt any pride before dying. Maybe he’d thought, wow, that sonofabitch actually did it.
Elias laughed, the sound hollow in his tiny cell. That was the thing about parents. Even if they were dead or complete assholes, a part of you still wanted to make them proud.
Prompt: Parents.
Author: pvtwitt
Rating: General
Length: 191 words
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: N/A
Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest are (unfortunately) not mine. This is just for entertainment.
Elias handed the cellphone back to the guard, satisfied that he’d just heard his father’s death on the other end. He sat down on his prison cot, leaned back against the wall and folded his hands in his lap. It was finally over. He’d avenged his mother.
So why didn’t he feel better?
He’d always thought the sweet victory of revenge would give him a high like no drug could. He’d dreamed of this moment for years, each step meticulously planned. He shrugged. Well, that was until John showed up. He shook that thought from his mind. He’d deal with that later.
He wondered if his mother would be pleased with his work, if she would be proud of her baby boy. He wondered if his father, or the man who had supplied half of his DNA but had never been a father, had felt any pride before dying. Maybe he’d thought, wow, that sonofabitch actually did it.
Elias laughed, the sound hollow in his tiny cell. That was the thing about parents. Even if they were dead or complete assholes, a part of you still wanted to make them proud.