murder and heaven
Author: Nathalia
Rating: PG
Challenge: Angel Food #13 - heaven
Extras / Toppings: sprinkles, malt (Mari Mac’s Trick or Treat: picture prompt)
Word Count: 273
Story: Misfits
Summary: Maya has to put up with people trying to console her after her mother’s death.
Notes: I never did any direct reaction to Lara’s death focusing on Maya. I think this is a few months afterwards.
“Don’t worry, Maya,” Hugh’s mom, a fat woman who always wore a hat, said as she knelt down next to Maya when she spotted the young girl upon bringing Hugh in for kindergarten. “I heard about your mommy, but she’s not hurting anymore. She’s in heaven with all the angels now, looking out for you.”
Maya stubbornly shook her head. “No, she isn’t.”
“Yes, she is,” Hugh’s mom insisted while Hugh was taking off his street shoes, struggling with the laces that he had tied too hard. “Your mom was a very good woman and she is in heaven now. God loved her so much that he wanted her to come and be with him.”
“You’re lying,” Maya said, frowning at the woman. “My mommy is dead. She’s gone but she hasn’t gone anywhere. There are no angels living up on clouds, you know? They’d fall back to earth because nobody can walk on clouds.”
Hugh’s mom looked at her in shock, clapping her hand over her mouth. Mara didn’t understand why it was that people kept trying to explain to her that her mommy was in heaven when she knew the truth. Were they trying to trick her? Did they really think she would believe that her mother had grown wings and was wearing a white dress and a halo now?
She got up from the bench when she spotted Jack coming out of the main room and ran up to him, hugging his leg.
Jack ducked, to look at her, his pale green eyes asking what was going down.
“Hugh’s mom is lying about heaven and angels. She thinks they exist.”
Rating: R (talk about dead babies)
Challenge: Angel Food #06 - murder
Extras / Toppings: none
Word Count: 381
Story: Misfits
Summary: Tom looks at Stella’s dead baby.
Notes: I don’t know why I wrote this.
Tom looked at the remains of what had been removed from Stella’s body. He had not done the procedure himself but he had flown out as soon as he had heard that Stella had been shot at Fort Baker. He was her doctor; he needed to make sure she was alright and do everything in his power to help her.
He wasn’t sure why he had requested to see the dead foetus or what remained of it. The bullet hadn’t hit the unborn child itself but it had still caused enough damage to kill it.
It looked like a human being already, four and a half months into the pregnancy but it hadn’t been possible to save it. It would have been a boy, Tom knew and he had asked Stella if she wanted to see it but she had turned the offer down, saying that the child’s death was for the best. Tom wasn’t sure what was going through that poor woman’s head right now for her to say such a thing but he had decided not to judge her.
Instead, he had come to see the dead baby himself. It was about six inches long, with a big, well-developed hairless head and tiny fingers. Tom couldn’t stop staring at it, thinking about the life that child would never be able to live because the mother had been hit by a stray bullet in a shootout.
He wanted children himself and so did Jane. They had talked about it, agreed that they would wait a little longer and once they did decide to have children, they would retire from Cerberus. It had been something they had talked about without being too vehement about it, it was just the thing they had both agreed would be most sensible but now, looking at this dead baby, knowing that it could have lived had Stella not gotten involved in all of this, had she taken a break from work, Tom knew that he could never let Jane get in any danger similar to this. If they were to have children, they would have to change professions.
It already hurt too much looking at a friend’s dead baby. He knew he wouldn’t be capable of dealing with this if it were his own child.