The Killer, Part V
Wednesday, April 1st, 2015 12:24 am.
Many years ago, I wrote this in another fandom. I just came across it and found it interesting. It's part of something that never came together, and truthfully, most of it is not up to par. It sputtered out after this part, and looking at it now, I think it's because it's here that the whole thing...got real.
She looked up from the file, from the frustrating enigma contained in it, at the boy himself. He sat on the edge of the examination table, shoulders hunched, arms braced against the edge. His head was lowered, and it was hard to see his face for the unwashed hair that hung over it, obscuring his eyes. It was hard to see any of him, really; his habitual baggy clothes hid his body as effectively as his diffident silence hid his personality. The sleeves of his oversized plaid shirt hung loose, unbuttoned, around his hands, leaving only the ends of his fingers visible, ( their dirty tips leaving smudges on the cold metal edge of the table. )
Many years ago, I wrote this in another fandom. I just came across it and found it interesting. It's part of something that never came together, and truthfully, most of it is not up to par. It sputtered out after this part, and looking at it now, I think it's because it's here that the whole thing...got real.
She looked up from the file, from the frustrating enigma contained in it, at the boy himself. He sat on the edge of the examination table, shoulders hunched, arms braced against the edge. His head was lowered, and it was hard to see his face for the unwashed hair that hung over it, obscuring his eyes. It was hard to see any of him, really; his habitual baggy clothes hid his body as effectively as his diffident silence hid his personality. The sleeves of his oversized plaid shirt hung loose, unbuttoned, around his hands, leaving only the ends of his fingers visible, ( their dirty tips leaving smudges on the cold metal edge of the table. )