deviant_muses September 2007 Prompt: Kitten
Character Name: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Origin: Saw (series of films)
Word Count: 470
Character’s LJ: jigsaw_angel
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, though this one has no violence or adult themes - it’s just… kind of sad.
Prompt: Kitten
John sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. It was amazing what memories came flooding back when one was dying. Often these recollections were irritably pushed from his mind as distractions from his all-important work, the tests. But sometimes he had no choice but to let these thoughts come to him, or they would drive him mad with their persistence.
He heard the whispered voice as if it had been spoken in his ear that very moment.
“Johnny?”
Only one person had ever called him that.
Her voice was low and sweet, more beautiful than any other sound. And as he recalled her face through the lens of his childhood, she seemed lovelier than any woman he had ever seen or known. Her eyes were the same intense blue as his own, and even though her blonde hair was already streaked with silver, she was perfect.
For many a child, mother is the first love…
He was three years old again, eyes wide with wonder as she placed a tiny bundle of gray fur upon his lap. John reached out a tentative finger to touch its cold, wet little nose, and the kitten solemnly batted at it, the soft pads of its small feet smooth as velvet. Large yellow eyes, so big for such a diminutive head, surveyed him calmly as the kitten uttered a squeaky mew.
John was fascinated. What was the purpose of this funny little creature? What did it do? He had seen pictures of cats in storybooks, but this fluffy, silky, wriggling little thing was different to those. It looked much smaller, for one thing. And what strange noises it was making!
“No, Johnny, don’t poke her face or pull her tail - you stroke her fur like this. Isn’t she pretty? Yes, that’s a good boy, see how she’s purring? She likes you already.”
John gently touched the top of the kitten’s head this time, watching her eyes narrow and hearing the faint rumbling purr grow louder as she began to doze. She felt comfortable and warm, all snuggled up against him.
“Mommy? I think I like cats.”
“That’s nice, dear.” A smile then, and a kiss on his forehead, and everything was right with Johnny Kramer’s world.
But he wasn’t little Johnny any more. He was a dying man with a mission to accomplish.
He sighed again and stared down at his empty lap. John missed having a pet around… perhaps he could find a stray kitten and take it in? But it wouldn’t be fair to the animal. Anything but the frailest and most elderly of cats would be sure to outlive him, and he didn’t know if Amanda would remember to feed it and take care of it.
John didn’t dare to shut his eyes and reminisce for quite some time afterwards.
Origin: Saw (series of films)
Word Count: 470
Character’s LJ: jigsaw_angel
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, though this one has no violence or adult themes - it’s just… kind of sad.
Prompt: Kitten
John sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. It was amazing what memories came flooding back when one was dying. Often these recollections were irritably pushed from his mind as distractions from his all-important work, the tests. But sometimes he had no choice but to let these thoughts come to him, or they would drive him mad with their persistence.
He heard the whispered voice as if it had been spoken in his ear that very moment.
“Johnny?”
Only one person had ever called him that.
Her voice was low and sweet, more beautiful than any other sound. And as he recalled her face through the lens of his childhood, she seemed lovelier than any woman he had ever seen or known. Her eyes were the same intense blue as his own, and even though her blonde hair was already streaked with silver, she was perfect.
For many a child, mother is the first love…
He was three years old again, eyes wide with wonder as she placed a tiny bundle of gray fur upon his lap. John reached out a tentative finger to touch its cold, wet little nose, and the kitten solemnly batted at it, the soft pads of its small feet smooth as velvet. Large yellow eyes, so big for such a diminutive head, surveyed him calmly as the kitten uttered a squeaky mew.
John was fascinated. What was the purpose of this funny little creature? What did it do? He had seen pictures of cats in storybooks, but this fluffy, silky, wriggling little thing was different to those. It looked much smaller, for one thing. And what strange noises it was making!
“No, Johnny, don’t poke her face or pull her tail - you stroke her fur like this. Isn’t she pretty? Yes, that’s a good boy, see how she’s purring? She likes you already.”
John gently touched the top of the kitten’s head this time, watching her eyes narrow and hearing the faint rumbling purr grow louder as she began to doze. She felt comfortable and warm, all snuggled up against him.
“Mommy? I think I like cats.”
“That’s nice, dear.” A smile then, and a kiss on his forehead, and everything was right with Johnny Kramer’s world.
But he wasn’t little Johnny any more. He was a dying man with a mission to accomplish.
He sighed again and stared down at his empty lap. John missed having a pet around… perhaps he could find a stray kitten and take it in? But it wouldn’t be fair to the animal. Anything but the frailest and most elderly of cats would be sure to outlive him, and he didn’t know if Amanda would remember to feed it and take care of it.
John didn’t dare to shut his eyes and reminisce for quite some time afterwards.