drabbles are infectious

Dec 11, 2006 23:45


Pompeii

It’s volcano day.

Gas masks all around him, the plague spreading like invisible mist, and it’s hours, maybe minutes, before the human race succumbs, the future lost to alien tech and a careless idiot. His fault, and those fathomless eyes reflect burning scorn at him, all deserved.

How does it feel to add genocide to your list of crimes? Still proud of being a criminal?

Volcano day, and he’s caused the eruption.

Easy escape-route for him, but to what future?

His life for humanity’s survival. Seems like a fair trade.

It’s volcano day, and this time he’s staying in Pompeii.

*blames christn7 *

jack harkness, angst, drabble, fic

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