Deviant Muses April Topic: Weeping Angel
Character Name: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Origin: Saw (series of films)
Word Count: 512
Character’s LJ: deathangeljohn
Rating: PG-13 (implied het and slash relationships)
Prompt: Picture Prompt - Weeping Angel
Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.
The old churchyard had once been a favorite place for John to visit, in days gone by, much happier days. Frequently he had stopped to take in the peaceful aura of the place, occasionally taking pictures of the little church. He would often take walks around the graves with Jill in the early days of their marriage, reading the inscriptions on the headstones. It did not feel the slightest bit morbid to do so, as the cemetery was from the 1800s and nobody had been buried there in decades. It was a place of much historical interest, and the fact that several Kramers rested forever beneath ornate tombstones would have also been a draw-card if John had ever decided to pursue genealogy. Jill had always said that it would be worth looking up some ancestral connections, but John had not pursued it back then. One day, he always told himself, some day he would finally get around to it. He had, of course, thought that he had all the time in the world.
One tomb in particular had always caught his eye, mostly for the beautiful statue of a weeping angel that stood above it. The exquisitely carved marble angel was always kept snowy white and clean, and her wings were graceful though drooping with the attitude of abject despair that the sculptor had posed her in. Her slender arms, one folded beneath her face as she eternally sobbed, the other dangling helplessly, were so lifelike. The folds of her robe looked almost like softest silk, and John barely held himself back from stroking them each time he saw the statue, not wanting the disappointment of caressing cold stone.
Such a beauty, John always thought - she stirs both the artistic and spiritual passions… He also sometimes mused on the fact that she reminded him of Jill, who usually sniffed disdainfully at that and told him that she was no angel, although her adoring husband preferred to think otherwise.
According to the inscription, the angel mourned one Lillian Kramer, aged seventeen. It was indeed tragic for one so young to die - hence the grand monument from her family, perhaps. John also wondered if the angel resembled the girl who forever lay beneath the statue, though of course he had no way of knowing without doing the necessary research, which he put off time and time again.
After the miscarriage of John and Jill’s baby, the cancer, the suicide attempt and the marriage break-up, John stopped visiting the old cemetery. A place of the dead now seemed too doom-laden for him to linger there.
He still remembered the angel now and then, especially when he constructed the deadly traps to test his subjects. Nobody would put up such a monument to him, he knew, but his work would be remembrance enough, if his message got through to the ungrateful as he intended it to do. And he had Amanda and Zep to carry that task out when he finally passed on.
Idly, John wondered if he should take his lovers to see the angel.
Origin: Saw (series of films)
Word Count: 512
Character’s LJ: deathangeljohn
Rating: PG-13 (implied het and slash relationships)
Prompt: Picture Prompt - Weeping Angel
Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.
The old churchyard had once been a favorite place for John to visit, in days gone by, much happier days. Frequently he had stopped to take in the peaceful aura of the place, occasionally taking pictures of the little church. He would often take walks around the graves with Jill in the early days of their marriage, reading the inscriptions on the headstones. It did not feel the slightest bit morbid to do so, as the cemetery was from the 1800s and nobody had been buried there in decades. It was a place of much historical interest, and the fact that several Kramers rested forever beneath ornate tombstones would have also been a draw-card if John had ever decided to pursue genealogy. Jill had always said that it would be worth looking up some ancestral connections, but John had not pursued it back then. One day, he always told himself, some day he would finally get around to it. He had, of course, thought that he had all the time in the world.
One tomb in particular had always caught his eye, mostly for the beautiful statue of a weeping angel that stood above it. The exquisitely carved marble angel was always kept snowy white and clean, and her wings were graceful though drooping with the attitude of abject despair that the sculptor had posed her in. Her slender arms, one folded beneath her face as she eternally sobbed, the other dangling helplessly, were so lifelike. The folds of her robe looked almost like softest silk, and John barely held himself back from stroking them each time he saw the statue, not wanting the disappointment of caressing cold stone.
Such a beauty, John always thought - she stirs both the artistic and spiritual passions… He also sometimes mused on the fact that she reminded him of Jill, who usually sniffed disdainfully at that and told him that she was no angel, although her adoring husband preferred to think otherwise.
According to the inscription, the angel mourned one Lillian Kramer, aged seventeen. It was indeed tragic for one so young to die - hence the grand monument from her family, perhaps. John also wondered if the angel resembled the girl who forever lay beneath the statue, though of course he had no way of knowing without doing the necessary research, which he put off time and time again.
After the miscarriage of John and Jill’s baby, the cancer, the suicide attempt and the marriage break-up, John stopped visiting the old cemetery. A place of the dead now seemed too doom-laden for him to linger there.
He still remembered the angel now and then, especially when he constructed the deadly traps to test his subjects. Nobody would put up such a monument to him, he knew, but his work would be remembrance enough, if his message got through to the ungrateful as he intended it to do. And he had Amanda and Zep to carry that task out when he finally passed on.
Idly, John wondered if he should take his lovers to see the angel.