Ficlet: Revenant
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Revenant
He startled, feeling the press of steel cold against his temple, and looked up from his bed to see the silhouette lined in starlight, the stony jaw and hard forearm.
“Pray,” the voice came, a deep rasp of pain. “Pray to your god for what you did to her.”
There was the hot, burnt smell of murder in the air, and despite everything, he trembled. But he held his head up, and stared at the man whose throat he’d cut six nights ago. Slowly he closed his eyes - No, you are not here - and heard a growling intake of breath, then...silence. When he opened them, the vision was gone, just as before.
He let out his own breath. How long would this go on? He saw again the American’s endurance, his determination, and at the end, his madness. How his last act had been to spit on the man killing him, the steel grey eyes in the battered, bloodied face never wavering in their hatred.
Now it seemed to him the same eyes glittered fitfully in the shadows, where a sense of something crouched and waiting radiated outward towards him. He must stay awake, he knew he must, and he heard the echo of McGarrett’s dying words:
You’ll never sleep again.
Revenant
He startled, feeling the press of steel cold against his temple, and looked up from his bed to see the silhouette lined in starlight, the stony jaw and hard forearm.
“Pray,” the voice came, a deep rasp of pain. “Pray to your god for what you did to her.”
There was the hot, burnt smell of murder in the air, and despite everything, he trembled. But he held his head up, and stared at the man whose throat he’d cut six nights ago. Slowly he closed his eyes - No, you are not here - and heard a growling intake of breath, then...silence. When he opened them, the vision was gone, just as before.
He let out his own breath. How long would this go on? He saw again the American’s endurance, his determination, and at the end, his madness. How his last act had been to spit on the man killing him, the steel grey eyes in the battered, bloodied face never wavering in their hatred.
Now it seemed to him the same eyes glittered fitfully in the shadows, where a sense of something crouched and waiting radiated outward towards him. He must stay awake, he knew he must, and he heard the echo of McGarrett’s dying words:
You’ll never sleep again.
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Date: Monday, April 13th, 2015 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, April 13th, 2015 08:40 pm (UTC)Yes, he's the lead on H5-0. My Muse showed up again about a month ago wearing Alex O'Loughlin like a particularly well-fitted suit, so now I'm watching a freakin' procedural. (You have no idea how bizarre that is for me.) Funny thing is, of all the characters this actor has played, McGarrett is the one I least like. Go figure.
I don't know exactly who the main guy in this ficlet is. I know he killed McGarrett's girlfriend in a quite horrible way, that he killed McGarrett when he came looking for revenge, and he's a criminal or terrorist of some kind. That's as much as I know. :)