Existentialism - Prologue
Title: Existentialism
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Ash (nickers_lady)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Mike (eventually)
Warnings: Rather graphic description of a death/murder
Disclaimer: here
Notes: This is my first post, first GD slash, one of the few slash I've bothered to write, and most definitely not my first fic :)
Existentialism n. -'ten(t)-sh&-"li-z&m
a chiefly 20th century philosophical movement embracing diverse doctrines but centering on analysis of individual existence in an unfathomable universe and the plight of the individual who must assume ultimate responsibility for his acts of free will without any certain knowledge of what is right or wrong or good or bad.
PROLOGUE
Billie stood. That's all he could do, and even that was difficult. His knees were weak. He could hardly recognize her. Did he let this happen to her? A mother of two, beautiful wife, gone. Dirty hands, that person had. Whoever murdered her. She wasn't even in a bad neighborhood. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nobody would have hated her. She was such a sweet woman.
Black hair, almost like a wig, curled around Adrienne's lifeless face. Though the hospital did their best, blood still clung to her skin. Her clothes had been removed, bagged for evidence. Her naked form, lying on the metal table, was bruised and broken. The autopsy had revealed that she had been raped first, and then beaten to death. They had found a shoe mark, as if her attacker had stepped on her wrist. She appeared to have been whipped with something, like the strip of leather they had found her wrists bounded together with.
The funeral went by in a blur. Adie's family insisted she be buried in her birthplace of Minnesota though Billie desperately wanted her to be buried in Oakland so their two children would be able to visit her, but things didn't happen that way. Billie was most afraid that their children would never be able to visit her grave and get closure of their own, let alone himself. It was a closed-casket ceremony. Her parents did not see it fit for everyone to see her broken remains and would rather everyone see the photos of her smiling face. Billie would have had it open-casket so that everyone would take a lesson from her, learn to always be aware of their surroundings, for Adie had been too trusting of the neighborhood. Sure, it wasn't a bad neighborhood, but one in which you would be safer watching your back.
Joey, 7, was old enough to realize what was going on. He understood that someone hurt his mom, and she was never coming back. He knew that someone had taken her life. Jakob, 4, on the other hand, was barely grasping that his mom was not coming back. He understood, however, that his mother had been hurt by someone, but just couldn't understand that his mother truly wasn't coming back. In fact, before dinner the night after the funeral, Jakob asked Billie if Mom was coming to dinner.
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Ash (nickers_lady)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Mike (eventually)
Warnings: Rather graphic description of a death/murder
Disclaimer: here
Notes: This is my first post, first GD slash, one of the few slash I've bothered to write, and most definitely not my first fic :)
Existentialism n. -'ten(t)-sh&-"li-z&m
a chiefly 20th century philosophical movement embracing diverse doctrines but centering on analysis of individual existence in an unfathomable universe and the plight of the individual who must assume ultimate responsibility for his acts of free will without any certain knowledge of what is right or wrong or good or bad.
PROLOGUE
Billie stood. That's all he could do, and even that was difficult. His knees were weak. He could hardly recognize her. Did he let this happen to her? A mother of two, beautiful wife, gone. Dirty hands, that person had. Whoever murdered her. She wasn't even in a bad neighborhood. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nobody would have hated her. She was such a sweet woman.
Black hair, almost like a wig, curled around Adrienne's lifeless face. Though the hospital did their best, blood still clung to her skin. Her clothes had been removed, bagged for evidence. Her naked form, lying on the metal table, was bruised and broken. The autopsy had revealed that she had been raped first, and then beaten to death. They had found a shoe mark, as if her attacker had stepped on her wrist. She appeared to have been whipped with something, like the strip of leather they had found her wrists bounded together with.
The funeral went by in a blur. Adie's family insisted she be buried in her birthplace of Minnesota though Billie desperately wanted her to be buried in Oakland so their two children would be able to visit her, but things didn't happen that way. Billie was most afraid that their children would never be able to visit her grave and get closure of their own, let alone himself. It was a closed-casket ceremony. Her parents did not see it fit for everyone to see her broken remains and would rather everyone see the photos of her smiling face. Billie would have had it open-casket so that everyone would take a lesson from her, learn to always be aware of their surroundings, for Adie had been too trusting of the neighborhood. Sure, it wasn't a bad neighborhood, but one in which you would be safer watching your back.
Joey, 7, was old enough to realize what was going on. He understood that someone hurt his mom, and she was never coming back. He knew that someone had taken her life. Jakob, 4, on the other hand, was barely grasping that his mom was not coming back. He understood, however, that his mother had been hurt by someone, but just couldn't understand that his mother truly wasn't coming back. In fact, before dinner the night after the funeral, Jakob asked Billie if Mom was coming to dinner.