100 Drabbles - Requiem Mortuo
Title : Requiem Mortuo or Sleep of the Dead
Author : Russian Torque
Team/Pairing : Chicago Blackhawks - Niklas Hjalmarsson
Words : 353
Overall Rating/Warning : PG-13 - Errr... Grave robbing.
“Come on, man, don’t be a pussy. We’ve all done it before and now it’s your turn.”
Niklas laughed nervously and shrugged Sharpie’s hand off his shoulder. This wasn't quite what he had in mind when he agreed to join the Blackhawks. Sure, he expected some badass shit to go down- the Hawks had a reputation as being the most hardcore gang in the city. But when Johnny told him they were crazy, he didn’t think his best friend had actually meant that sort of crazy.
The sledgehammer in his hand suddenly seemed about a hundred times heavier than it really was, his grip slick from the sweat on his palms. He was in too deep to back down and it scared him shitless.
As the rest of the gang faded into darkness, one figure remained standing beside him. Johnny.
“Hey,” he murmured, moving in a bit closer, “You’re cool with this, right? All you need is one skull and the mausoleum’s a lot easier to bust into than having to dig up a grave.”
Like that made him feel any better.
“Yeah, it’s cool. Just- umm-” Niklas faltered. He didn’t want to seem like a total idiot, but he’d never actually been in a graveyard before. “Where do I go?”
Johnny pointed in a direction, to some trees too thick to see through. “Right past there. You can’t miss it. The key should work on the lock, and then you just open up one of the crypts.”
Smash to pieces was more like it. And then he was supposed to take a skull from a fucking dead person. This was going to give him bad luck enough to last several life times. Not to mention his soul was pretty much fucked at this point. Gangs were supposed to be about getting drunk and high and having copious amounts of filthy sex, not disturbing the dearly departed.
Hell, he was even be okay with killing someone as long as it didn’t mean fucking with the dead body afterwords.
He took a few grounding breaths and nodded. Everyone had to start somewhere after all.
X x X x X
Author : Russian Torque
Team/Pairing : Chicago Blackhawks - Niklas Hjalmarsson
Words : 353
Overall Rating/Warning : PG-13 - Errr... Grave robbing.
“Come on, man, don’t be a pussy. We’ve all done it before and now it’s your turn.”
Niklas laughed nervously and shrugged Sharpie’s hand off his shoulder. This wasn't quite what he had in mind when he agreed to join the Blackhawks. Sure, he expected some badass shit to go down- the Hawks had a reputation as being the most hardcore gang in the city. But when Johnny told him they were crazy, he didn’t think his best friend had actually meant that sort of crazy.
The sledgehammer in his hand suddenly seemed about a hundred times heavier than it really was, his grip slick from the sweat on his palms. He was in too deep to back down and it scared him shitless.
As the rest of the gang faded into darkness, one figure remained standing beside him. Johnny.
“Hey,” he murmured, moving in a bit closer, “You’re cool with this, right? All you need is one skull and the mausoleum’s a lot easier to bust into than having to dig up a grave.”
Like that made him feel any better.
“Yeah, it’s cool. Just- umm-” Niklas faltered. He didn’t want to seem like a total idiot, but he’d never actually been in a graveyard before. “Where do I go?”
Johnny pointed in a direction, to some trees too thick to see through. “Right past there. You can’t miss it. The key should work on the lock, and then you just open up one of the crypts.”
Smash to pieces was more like it. And then he was supposed to take a skull from a fucking dead person. This was going to give him bad luck enough to last several life times. Not to mention his soul was pretty much fucked at this point. Gangs were supposed to be about getting drunk and high and having copious amounts of filthy sex, not disturbing the dearly departed.
Hell, he was even be okay with killing someone as long as it didn’t mean fucking with the dead body afterwords.
He took a few grounding breaths and nodded. Everyone had to start somewhere after all.
X x X x X