Assasin
Name: Assasin
Fandom: Dark Angel
Couples: Rachel\Alec, I guess.
Word count: 624
A fic about Alec's feeling during the whole incident with Rachel Berissford, set to the amazing music of John Mayer
So, I got this idea from we-are-parallel. She caugth the whole thing with the song and Alec, so full credit for that goes to her. So I'm gonna dedicate this to her, I guess.
Anyway, while I was writing this I decided to watch The Berrisford Agenda again. But guess what? I lost the freaking DVD. So I went nuts and practicallt mauled the living room and my room trying to find it, but I still couldn't. Kept coming up with Bones CD's. So, enough rambling. The point is if there is anything off in the events or anything, give me a heads up. It's been like 6 months since I watched that episode last.
He can’t move. He can’t breathe.
He watches in frozen horror as the car goes up in flames. Rachel’s screams, somehow drowning out the blast form the bomb, the bomb which he didn’t set off, fill his ears and he can’t breathe. For one blood-chilling moment, time stops. He watches the terror unfolding in front of him while in some dark, secluded corner of his mind he can see images flashing like some sick, twisted movie; images of what they will do to him when they catch him, and he knows for certain that there is no escape.
It only occurs to him now what an idiot he had been. He should’ve known Manticore doesn’t leave loose ends. He should have known they would finish the job.
Now that Manticore was seeping back into his head, bringing rational though along with it, he could see all the mistakes he had made since the beginning. He never should’ve stayed past the first day. He should’ve left the moment he felt the first, weak signs of feeling something, anything for her. He should’ve known that even his presence there would be an immense danger to her, if he wasn’t thinking of the mission.
The mission. Right now, any though of the mission, of Manticore, filled him with an incredible, overpowering fury. It was their fault. Completely and totally their fault they should have been able to know what would happen, how he would react. They had made him, for God’s sake! They should have known that he would be too proud to call for back-up if anything went wrong.
They had sent him on this mission because he was the best. ‘We know you’ll do it.’ They had told him in the briefing. ‘You know what’ll happen otherwise.’ They had sent him to the Berrisford’s with these sentiments, and he had known that he had to do it. He was the best, after all. The best at undercover ops, the best at sparring, the best at wooing people, especially women. The best thief, always able to take anything he wanted, including hearts. He was also the best assassin, coldblooded and calm, able to creep through the dead of night without making the slightest sound. And he wouldn’t even consider losing his position as top dog. So it had been impossible for him to call Manticore, even when he had the feeling everything was going to go terribly wrong. And that was when they were actually the people to call. Back when he was the perfect soldier, always obeying commands without questions.
But he was way over his head with Rachel. He should’ve turned around and left the moment he saw her, but his stupid pride had kept him rooted in place, just the way his terror keeps him from moving now. He can feel the cold fury seeping through his horror, and the insane, almighty need for vengeance fills his perfectly engineered blood.
Somehow, through his anger he manages to forget that he has no hope. They will get him, no matter what it takes. He hasn’t ever been out in the real world, unlike the ’09’s. He doesn’t have much of a chance out there. He can hide from his quarries, maybe, but not from his teachers, not from those who will be able to predict his only move. He can’t hide from his self, either
The truth is, he is a killer. A monster. He is the reason Rachel, pure, innocent Rachel is dead. The reality of what they did, of what he did, suddenly hits him full force. He killed her. It’s all his fault.
And he can’t change. He can’t change himself, and he can’t change what happened.
He can’t change anything.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Couples: Rachel\Alec, I guess.
Word count: 624
A fic about Alec's feeling during the whole incident with Rachel Berissford, set to the amazing music of John Mayer
So, I got this idea from we-are-parallel. She caugth the whole thing with the song and Alec, so full credit for that goes to her. So I'm gonna dedicate this to her, I guess.
Anyway, while I was writing this I decided to watch The Berrisford Agenda again. But guess what? I lost the freaking DVD. So I went nuts and practicallt mauled the living room and my room trying to find it, but I still couldn't. Kept coming up with Bones CD's. So, enough rambling. The point is if there is anything off in the events or anything, give me a heads up. It's been like 6 months since I watched that episode last.
He can’t move. He can’t breathe.
He watches in frozen horror as the car goes up in flames. Rachel’s screams, somehow drowning out the blast form the bomb, the bomb which he didn’t set off, fill his ears and he can’t breathe. For one blood-chilling moment, time stops. He watches the terror unfolding in front of him while in some dark, secluded corner of his mind he can see images flashing like some sick, twisted movie; images of what they will do to him when they catch him, and he knows for certain that there is no escape.
It only occurs to him now what an idiot he had been. He should’ve known Manticore doesn’t leave loose ends. He should have known they would finish the job.
Now that Manticore was seeping back into his head, bringing rational though along with it, he could see all the mistakes he had made since the beginning. He never should’ve stayed past the first day. He should’ve left the moment he felt the first, weak signs of feeling something, anything for her. He should’ve known that even his presence there would be an immense danger to her, if he wasn’t thinking of the mission.
The mission. Right now, any though of the mission, of Manticore, filled him with an incredible, overpowering fury. It was their fault. Completely and totally their fault they should have been able to know what would happen, how he would react. They had made him, for God’s sake! They should have known that he would be too proud to call for back-up if anything went wrong.
They had sent him on this mission because he was the best. ‘We know you’ll do it.’ They had told him in the briefing. ‘You know what’ll happen otherwise.’ They had sent him to the Berrisford’s with these sentiments, and he had known that he had to do it. He was the best, after all. The best at undercover ops, the best at sparring, the best at wooing people, especially women. The best thief, always able to take anything he wanted, including hearts. He was also the best assassin, coldblooded and calm, able to creep through the dead of night without making the slightest sound. And he wouldn’t even consider losing his position as top dog. So it had been impossible for him to call Manticore, even when he had the feeling everything was going to go terribly wrong. And that was when they were actually the people to call. Back when he was the perfect soldier, always obeying commands without questions.
But he was way over his head with Rachel. He should’ve turned around and left the moment he saw her, but his stupid pride had kept him rooted in place, just the way his terror keeps him from moving now. He can feel the cold fury seeping through his horror, and the insane, almighty need for vengeance fills his perfectly engineered blood.
Somehow, through his anger he manages to forget that he has no hope. They will get him, no matter what it takes. He hasn’t ever been out in the real world, unlike the ’09’s. He doesn’t have much of a chance out there. He can hide from his quarries, maybe, but not from his teachers, not from those who will be able to predict his only move. He can’t hide from his self, either
The truth is, he is a killer. A monster. He is the reason Rachel, pure, innocent Rachel is dead. The reality of what they did, of what he did, suddenly hits him full force. He killed her. It’s all his fault.
And he can’t change. He can’t change himself, and he can’t change what happened.
He can’t change anything.