The end of the day.
Name: Anne Holly.
Fandom: Highlander/OC Watcher.
Disclaimer: I owe nothing, except Anne.
Warnings: None.
Challenge Topic: The end of the day.
Word count: 581.
(Locked)
I am out of my mind.
The thought explains why I was running up a railway track, getting shot at by an Immortal. Yes, I had lost my mind, and, was about to lose my life if I did not stop running.
I heard the Immortal fire their gun again. This time I felt the bullet fly dangerously close to me. I had no choice but to turn and fire back. At this distance my aim was wide off the mark, it always is. I couldn’t hit the side of a barn; even with months of gun training. I am the worst person in the world with a gun. Now, I fervently wished I was better so I could…no, I did not want to kill anyone. Although, I did want to mentally kill myself for getting found out and choosing a day to wear high heels.
I heard the Immortal shout as they fired their gun again,
“The next one, I am putting in your back. You’re dead.”
”Not if I can help it, Sunshine.” I yelled back. They fired again, the bullet kicking up the dirt around my feet, causing me to dance and skip a little in my run.
All I could do was keep running. I ran up the tracks, into an old abandoned warehouse. One of the dirty, grimy windows next to me exploded as a bullet hit it. I ducked and ran to another part of the building, looking for some cover and a place to hide the mini camera. Just above my head, I saw a deep ledge, I threw the bag up into it hoping it was safe. I made sure the bag was secure before going off to find a safe place to hide.
I could hear the Immortal come in; the interior darkness obscured my view preventing me from pinpointing where exactly they were.
Another bullet flew past my ear, I crouched down behind a door way. This time, I could see the Immortal they were advancing with a murderous look. There was no chance of negotiating with them. I knew it, they knew it. The main thing was, I had the Immortal in full view, a clear target. Raising my gun and pointing it at them, I automatically squeezed the trigger while simultaneously closing my eyes.
The gun fired; the Immortal fell.
At first I couldn’t move. I was frozen in fear and horror of what I had just done. My brow sweated and my heart lay up in my throat. I had just killed someone, well…sort of. Technically the Immortal was not dead; the thought did not to cheer me. When my heart climbed down out of my throat, I finally could move. Looking over the ‘dead’ body I felt I should do something to help them. But time was against me, I could not stay, if I did and they woke…no staying was not an option. I had to do something for them. Chewing softly on my lip, I searched my hand bag and on a piece of paper I wrote down the words,
I’m sorry.
I tore the paper from the notebook and placed the note in the Immortal’s hand.
It was the cheesiest thing I’d ever thought I’d do, and it did stink. It stank of a low, down dirty rat. I felt like a dirty rat.
I did not hang around for long. I collect the bag I had abandoned earlier and paused to take off my high heels.
At the end of the day, I had a pair of ruined stockings, blisters on my feet, three days suspension and the knowledge somewhere out there an Immortal has a note from me, with little draw butterflies flittering around the words I'm sorry. I don't think that would do anything to brighten up their ruined day, it's not like a note can make up for getting 'killed', is it?
I don't really want to dwell on it. I just want the day to end.
Fandom: Highlander/OC Watcher.
Disclaimer: I owe nothing, except Anne.
Warnings: None.
Challenge Topic: The end of the day.
Word count: 581.
(Locked)
I am out of my mind.
The thought explains why I was running up a railway track, getting shot at by an Immortal. Yes, I had lost my mind, and, was about to lose my life if I did not stop running.
I heard the Immortal fire their gun again. This time I felt the bullet fly dangerously close to me. I had no choice but to turn and fire back. At this distance my aim was wide off the mark, it always is. I couldn’t hit the side of a barn; even with months of gun training. I am the worst person in the world with a gun. Now, I fervently wished I was better so I could…no, I did not want to kill anyone. Although, I did want to mentally kill myself for getting found out and choosing a day to wear high heels.
I heard the Immortal shout as they fired their gun again,
“The next one, I am putting in your back. You’re dead.”
”Not if I can help it, Sunshine.” I yelled back. They fired again, the bullet kicking up the dirt around my feet, causing me to dance and skip a little in my run.
All I could do was keep running. I ran up the tracks, into an old abandoned warehouse. One of the dirty, grimy windows next to me exploded as a bullet hit it. I ducked and ran to another part of the building, looking for some cover and a place to hide the mini camera. Just above my head, I saw a deep ledge, I threw the bag up into it hoping it was safe. I made sure the bag was secure before going off to find a safe place to hide.
I could hear the Immortal come in; the interior darkness obscured my view preventing me from pinpointing where exactly they were.
Another bullet flew past my ear, I crouched down behind a door way. This time, I could see the Immortal they were advancing with a murderous look. There was no chance of negotiating with them. I knew it, they knew it. The main thing was, I had the Immortal in full view, a clear target. Raising my gun and pointing it at them, I automatically squeezed the trigger while simultaneously closing my eyes.
The gun fired; the Immortal fell.
At first I couldn’t move. I was frozen in fear and horror of what I had just done. My brow sweated and my heart lay up in my throat. I had just killed someone, well…sort of. Technically the Immortal was not dead; the thought did not to cheer me. When my heart climbed down out of my throat, I finally could move. Looking over the ‘dead’ body I felt I should do something to help them. But time was against me, I could not stay, if I did and they woke…no staying was not an option. I had to do something for them. Chewing softly on my lip, I searched my hand bag and on a piece of paper I wrote down the words,
I’m sorry.
I tore the paper from the notebook and placed the note in the Immortal’s hand.
It was the cheesiest thing I’d ever thought I’d do, and it did stink. It stank of a low, down dirty rat. I felt like a dirty rat.
I did not hang around for long. I collect the bag I had abandoned earlier and paused to take off my high heels.
At the end of the day, I had a pair of ruined stockings, blisters on my feet, three days suspension and the knowledge somewhere out there an Immortal has a note from me, with little draw butterflies flittering around the words I'm sorry. I don't think that would do anything to brighten up their ruined day, it's not like a note can make up for getting 'killed', is it?
I don't really want to dwell on it. I just want the day to end.