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Title: Nightmare
Author: Jill aka bronzin_it
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Pairing: Alluded to Roger/April, Roger/Mimi
Word Count: 624
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Horror
Summary: Roger has a nightmare
Notes: The first part is horror, the second part is more… angsty, I guess.
Special Thanks: All my readers!
Spoilers: If you have seen Rent (movie or musical,) you’re all set.
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jonathan’s. Bah.
He was in the loft, but everything was dark. Nothing was where it was supposed to be. Roger groped for the lamp’s switch, finding nothing but air and dust in place of the metal. The guitarist swallowed hard, foreboding flooding his senses. The silence of the place was making him absurdly nervous. Suddenly, a soft noise came from the back of the loft. Roger turned towards it, taking careful steps down the hallway. It sounded like someone crying…
“April?” he called, thinking that it was her crying. The noise grew louder, as if she was sobbing harder. “April? Is that you?” His rough voice echoed in the long hallway. He kept walking, his pace growing faster. The noise of crying got louder and louder, until it was almost deafening. Roger winced at the noise, looking around to see if he could find her.
Faint light was now shining in the hallway. Broken words littered the walls, written in dark red. Roger started running, yelling April’s name frantically. Abruptly, the loud sobs stopped, ending in a bone-chilling metallic noise. Light flared in the hallway. There was a door in front of Roger, so he hesitantly reached out and gripped the doorknob.
The door creaked open slowly, revealing the loft’s bathroom. The same dark red letters spelled out ‘We’ve got AIDS’ on the opposite wall. A body was lying in the bathtub, covered in blood and tears. But it wasn’t who he thought it was. Instead of red hair and pale skin, this body had wild, curly dark brown hair and smooth mocha colored skin. “Mimi?” he murmured faintly, unable to believe his eyes. A razor sat next to her, the silver metal glinting through the red liquid on it. Roger sank to his knees, his sobs not unlike Mimi’s had been in the moments before…
* * * * *
“So that’s how that thing works…” Mark muttered, fiddling with a new fixture on his camera. His half-hearted effort into the camera’s maintenance was the only thing he could think of to keep him sane. It was a couple of weeks after Mimi’s funeral, and Roger had yet to leave his room or speak to anyone. Collins was back at MIT, Benny had moved back home after Alison kicked him out, and Maureen and Joanne were living just outside the city while Joanne tried to open her own law firm. Mark was left alone after a week or so to deal with Roger. The silence from the musician’s room was starting to scare Mark. He knew Roger was still alive from the sounds in the bathroom in the middle of the night, but he had yet to hear him cry.
So when he heard a muffled sobbing coming from Roger’s room, Mark was surprised. Quickly, he got up from the couch and hurried to Roger’s door, pounding on it. “Roger?” There was no answer. Mark twisted the knob, finding it unlocked. Roger was asleep, thrashing on his bed and sobbing hard. Mimi’s name fell sadly from his lips.
Mark sat on Roger’s bed, taking his hands to try to restrain him. Roger tried to get free, tears running down his cheeks. He was still murmuring Mimi’s name, his voice a heartbreaking record.
“She’s gone, Roger, she’s gone…” Mark said quietly, gripping his friend’s hands. Roger’s eyes flew open, focusing on Mark. Mark bit his lips and repeated, “She’s gone, Mimi’s gone…” Roger looked up at Mark. The cameraman locked gazes with his friend unflinchingly. Finally, Roger tore his eyes away. He looked broken, something Mark had never thought that Roger could be. Green eyes flooded with fresh tears as he rolled over, resting his head on Mark’s lap as he cried for his lost love.
Author: Jill aka bronzin_it
Feedback: this post!
Pairing: Alluded to Roger/April, Roger/Mimi
Word Count: 624
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Horror
Summary: Roger has a nightmare
Notes: The first part is horror, the second part is more… angsty, I guess.
Special Thanks: All my readers!
Spoilers: If you have seen Rent (movie or musical,) you’re all set.
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jonathan’s. Bah.
He was in the loft, but everything was dark. Nothing was where it was supposed to be. Roger groped for the lamp’s switch, finding nothing but air and dust in place of the metal. The guitarist swallowed hard, foreboding flooding his senses. The silence of the place was making him absurdly nervous. Suddenly, a soft noise came from the back of the loft. Roger turned towards it, taking careful steps down the hallway. It sounded like someone crying…
“April?” he called, thinking that it was her crying. The noise grew louder, as if she was sobbing harder. “April? Is that you?” His rough voice echoed in the long hallway. He kept walking, his pace growing faster. The noise of crying got louder and louder, until it was almost deafening. Roger winced at the noise, looking around to see if he could find her.
Faint light was now shining in the hallway. Broken words littered the walls, written in dark red. Roger started running, yelling April’s name frantically. Abruptly, the loud sobs stopped, ending in a bone-chilling metallic noise. Light flared in the hallway. There was a door in front of Roger, so he hesitantly reached out and gripped the doorknob.
The door creaked open slowly, revealing the loft’s bathroom. The same dark red letters spelled out ‘We’ve got AIDS’ on the opposite wall. A body was lying in the bathtub, covered in blood and tears. But it wasn’t who he thought it was. Instead of red hair and pale skin, this body had wild, curly dark brown hair and smooth mocha colored skin. “Mimi?” he murmured faintly, unable to believe his eyes. A razor sat next to her, the silver metal glinting through the red liquid on it. Roger sank to his knees, his sobs not unlike Mimi’s had been in the moments before…
* * * * *
“So that’s how that thing works…” Mark muttered, fiddling with a new fixture on his camera. His half-hearted effort into the camera’s maintenance was the only thing he could think of to keep him sane. It was a couple of weeks after Mimi’s funeral, and Roger had yet to leave his room or speak to anyone. Collins was back at MIT, Benny had moved back home after Alison kicked him out, and Maureen and Joanne were living just outside the city while Joanne tried to open her own law firm. Mark was left alone after a week or so to deal with Roger. The silence from the musician’s room was starting to scare Mark. He knew Roger was still alive from the sounds in the bathroom in the middle of the night, but he had yet to hear him cry.
So when he heard a muffled sobbing coming from Roger’s room, Mark was surprised. Quickly, he got up from the couch and hurried to Roger’s door, pounding on it. “Roger?” There was no answer. Mark twisted the knob, finding it unlocked. Roger was asleep, thrashing on his bed and sobbing hard. Mimi’s name fell sadly from his lips.
Mark sat on Roger’s bed, taking his hands to try to restrain him. Roger tried to get free, tears running down his cheeks. He was still murmuring Mimi’s name, his voice a heartbreaking record.
“She’s gone, Roger, she’s gone…” Mark said quietly, gripping his friend’s hands. Roger’s eyes flew open, focusing on Mark. Mark bit his lips and repeated, “She’s gone, Mimi’s gone…” Roger looked up at Mark. The cameraman locked gazes with his friend unflinchingly. Finally, Roger tore his eyes away. He looked broken, something Mark had never thought that Roger could be. Green eyes flooded with fresh tears as he rolled over, resting his head on Mark’s lap as he cried for his lost love.