Prompt Project: The Camel's Back
Title: The Camel’s Back
Prompt: Movie, Television, Books: The Usual Suspects
Characters: Ian, Dani & other Push OCs.
Rating: R
Pairings: N/A
Warnings: Suicide, character death.
Author’s Notes: I’ve been waiting to get to this part of Ian’s story but there’s never been the right opportunity to start it until now. This follows the events of Subtext, and is something I always planned to do with Ian. Here starts his journey from Division flunky, to rebel. It does depict suicide so just be aware it might be bad for some people. I plan to do a follow up, after all I’ve got one last prompt to fill for Ian!
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“Mr. Dole, Mr. Dole, you can’t go in there!”
The nurse grabbed his arm and tried to stop him, tugging him off course. Ian turned on her in a flash. He roughly shoved her against the wall and snarled, the sound rising from deep in his chest. He was not in the mood to be stopped or bothered.
“Stay out of my way.” He shoved her again, emphasizing that he was not kidding. Her named was Julia. He had seen her more than once when he came to visit his mother. He had even flirted with her a time or two. She looked sorry for him, not afraid. She needed to be afraid.
“Mr. Dole I know this is difficult for you…”
“Shut up,” he said coldly, his fingers digging in hard to her arms.
She gasped with pain and it seemed to sink in that he wasn’t the charming, caring man she had always known him to be.
Now that they had an understanding he let her go and walked to his mother’s room. There was police tape and an evidence seal on the door which he ignored. He knew no matter what the police did in the end they would rule it a suicide. There wasn’t any evidence for him to ruin.
He cut the seal with a pocket knife, used his key to unlock the door and walked into his mother’s single bedroom apartment. The first thing that hit him was her scent, rose water and her psychic essence, everywhere, invading all his senses. The grief hit him next, invisible fingers wrapping around his throat and heart to strangle him. He took a deep breath, almost expecting to hear his mother greet him.
She wasn’t there anymore. The apartment was empty and dead silent. If he heard his mother’s voice, it was just a psychic hallucination. He pushed down the grief and clung to the anger which had gotten him this far. Now was not the time to break down.
“Mr. Dole…” He slammed the door closed on Julia and locked it with a twist of his wrist. It would take a few minutes for her to retrieve the room key from the front desk and to call security to escort him out.
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Prompt: Movie, Television, Books: The Usual Suspects
Characters: Ian, Dani & other Push OCs.
Rating: R
Pairings: N/A
Warnings: Suicide, character death.
Author’s Notes: I’ve been waiting to get to this part of Ian’s story but there’s never been the right opportunity to start it until now. This follows the events of Subtext, and is something I always planned to do with Ian. Here starts his journey from Division flunky, to rebel. It does depict suicide so just be aware it might be bad for some people. I plan to do a follow up, after all I’ve got one last prompt to fill for Ian!
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“Mr. Dole, Mr. Dole, you can’t go in there!”
The nurse grabbed his arm and tried to stop him, tugging him off course. Ian turned on her in a flash. He roughly shoved her against the wall and snarled, the sound rising from deep in his chest. He was not in the mood to be stopped or bothered.
“Stay out of my way.” He shoved her again, emphasizing that he was not kidding. Her named was Julia. He had seen her more than once when he came to visit his mother. He had even flirted with her a time or two. She looked sorry for him, not afraid. She needed to be afraid.
“Mr. Dole I know this is difficult for you…”
“Shut up,” he said coldly, his fingers digging in hard to her arms.
She gasped with pain and it seemed to sink in that he wasn’t the charming, caring man she had always known him to be.
Now that they had an understanding he let her go and walked to his mother’s room. There was police tape and an evidence seal on the door which he ignored. He knew no matter what the police did in the end they would rule it a suicide. There wasn’t any evidence for him to ruin.
He cut the seal with a pocket knife, used his key to unlock the door and walked into his mother’s single bedroom apartment. The first thing that hit him was her scent, rose water and her psychic essence, everywhere, invading all his senses. The grief hit him next, invisible fingers wrapping around his throat and heart to strangle him. He took a deep breath, almost expecting to hear his mother greet him.
She wasn’t there anymore. The apartment was empty and dead silent. If he heard his mother’s voice, it was just a psychic hallucination. He pushed down the grief and clung to the anger which had gotten him this far. Now was not the time to break down.
“Mr. Dole…” He slammed the door closed on Julia and locked it with a twist of his wrist. It would take a few minutes for her to retrieve the room key from the front desk and to call security to escort him out.
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