A quiet desperation's building high
WHO: Keith Anyan (motherloaded), Jack Bauer (ctu_savior), and others involved in the endgame of this plot
WHERE: An empty storefront downtown.
WHEN: Earlier today.
WARNINGS: Violence! Death! Destruction! You know, that stuff.
SUMMARY: With his killings at an end, Keith finally goes down.
FORMAT: Prose to start with.
There isn't any point anymore.
The 'Porter is intact. Keith knows, has to know, that there was never really any chance of destroying it in the first place. Even now, he can only self-deceive so much.
In some ways, the pain isn't helping--he came off rather the worse for the wear in the fight with Beatrice the day before, and he's certain he has a broken rib somewhere. In other ways, though, it's better like this. He's strong enough to use the pain to ground himself in reality. And the reality is this: his plan to fix this world, to stem its poison, has failed. The rest of the police force is certainly onto him by now, and if they aren't, others are.
There's only one thing left to do, and that's bring this pitiful show to a close.
Last night, Keith broke the lock on a dormant storefront that used to house an antiques shop and slipped inside to hide, to nurse his wounds and wait for the inevitable. Now he kneels in the back of the room surrounded by dust and a handful of forgotten items as obsolete as he is.
With one steady hand, he draws a grid in the dust, and he meticulously sets a chipped chess piece, a black queen, in one of the squares.
WHERE: An empty storefront downtown.
WHEN: Earlier today.
WARNINGS: Violence! Death! Destruction! You know, that stuff.
SUMMARY: With his killings at an end, Keith finally goes down.
FORMAT: Prose to start with.
There isn't any point anymore.
The 'Porter is intact. Keith knows, has to know, that there was never really any chance of destroying it in the first place. Even now, he can only self-deceive so much.
In some ways, the pain isn't helping--he came off rather the worse for the wear in the fight with Beatrice the day before, and he's certain he has a broken rib somewhere. In other ways, though, it's better like this. He's strong enough to use the pain to ground himself in reality. And the reality is this: his plan to fix this world, to stem its poison, has failed. The rest of the police force is certainly onto him by now, and if they aren't, others are.
There's only one thing left to do, and that's bring this pitiful show to a close.
Last night, Keith broke the lock on a dormant storefront that used to house an antiques shop and slipped inside to hide, to nurse his wounds and wait for the inevitable. Now he kneels in the back of the room surrounded by dust and a handful of forgotten items as obsolete as he is.
With one steady hand, he draws a grid in the dust, and he meticulously sets a chipped chess piece, a black queen, in one of the squares.