[Awakening] ...death comes in threes - 1 of 3
Long ago when we were taught -
For whatever kind of puzzle you got -
Just stick the right formula in
...a solution for every fool.
---
Its not that she didn't understand his plan.
His measures were to here as obvious as reading the cards. As obvious as watching the leaves laid bare at the bottom of a teacup. It had all been planned - by him. His design, his death, their unification, and his legacy. Planned and plotted the way one stacks coins - each edge lining up perfectly with the coin below it. So, it wasn't that she didn't see [ always sees - always sees - always sees] its that she didn't believe him. That fate was mutable, that things could change, and sometimes they would work out alright in the end.
She could make it work out alright.
So that when she stomped back into the strip club, and she read the cards over and over again all she could see was Papa-Bear's plan staring back at her - her probabilities dropped to zero. But even then she was angry, even then it was forced. She was being shoved into the box he made - again. Kill me, take my place. Kill me, take my place. [...don't you realize this all for you...] and she wanted to refuse. She wanted to tell him to take his jobs and shove them. She wanted to tell him and Fate to go to hell, she wanted to believe in free will.
But it was already written - even the stars knew it.
The consillium was twisting under the pressure. Each attacked at their weakest point - and hers had always been him. The only man's approval she ever sought [ -- the one she could never get.] And beyond the have and frustration [...why don't you just do as your told - for once..] she could see it starting to unravel. The infighting, the posturing, the hours it took to get everyone focused outside of themselves onto the big picture. It required so much [too much - too much ] effort.
Maisie settled into a course for herself - but she never really believed.
---
You Really can't be looking so suprised--
And, you'll get used it in a while,
Look at the way each of us smile...
---
Later....
Oh. God. Don't make me do this. [She sat on the middle of a large table, her legs crossed indian style, chewing on her nail - Fate's chosen.] Don't turn around with the guns, don't make this happen. You can still make it okay. You can still fix this Papa-Bear. You don't have to this, you can still change your mind. [ She watched Blackwood take cover, her gun dormant in her lap, while bullets whizzed and scrapped his head...] Shit Wood is getting hurt. Fuck, why are you hurting Blackwood? Fuck Blackwood. Fuck this stupid manipulation. Fuck the Guardians. I hate you. I know you really don't want to hurt him you're just trying to force him into - Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wood's dying. You can't die. Not yet. Not over this. [ Her fingers gripped the gun more tightly and She threw Fate's blanket around his shoulders - thin tho it was - still sustainable. And from behind Maisie the Abyss birthed a double - Paradox Manifestation.] If I tipped my head just a little the bullet would slide right into my skull. To the left or to the right, there is something behind me. I wish i t would just drag me back. No, No, I don't. More bullets. I just can't-- Bill's here, working with Morrison?! What? no. no-No-NO! JUST STOP.
[Time grinds to a halt in the room......]
His voice echoes in her memory -
'Why don't you just do what your told?!'
Maisie is dizzy from the solitude. And for a few second she sits soaking in it. The only sound is the heavy gun dragging against the edge of the table as she pushes herself to a standing position, and walks on the table toward the end where morrisin stands, guns poised, the hot flash of their action like tiny stars. "I love you, Pops." The gun is raised in her hand and hangs there as she begins to shake, "I don't know if I can do this, If I can be your legacy... I can't-- " She exhales briefly, straightening the gun aimed at a point in the middle of his face right at the indentation of his nose.
"No. For once, I will listen. Thank you, Mr. Paige."
...and she pulls the trigger.
----
You were living in a fantasy...
This is exactly what you need.
[...so welcome home.]
For whatever kind of puzzle you got -
Just stick the right formula in
...a solution for every fool.
---
Its not that she didn't understand his plan.
His measures were to here as obvious as reading the cards. As obvious as watching the leaves laid bare at the bottom of a teacup. It had all been planned - by him. His design, his death, their unification, and his legacy. Planned and plotted the way one stacks coins - each edge lining up perfectly with the coin below it. So, it wasn't that she didn't see [ always sees - always sees - always sees] its that she didn't believe him. That fate was mutable, that things could change, and sometimes they would work out alright in the end.
She could make it work out alright.
So that when she stomped back into the strip club, and she read the cards over and over again all she could see was Papa-Bear's plan staring back at her - her probabilities dropped to zero. But even then she was angry, even then it was forced. She was being shoved into the box he made - again. Kill me, take my place. Kill me, take my place. [...don't you realize this all for you...] and she wanted to refuse. She wanted to tell him to take his jobs and shove them. She wanted to tell him and Fate to go to hell, she wanted to believe in free will.
But it was already written - even the stars knew it.
The consillium was twisting under the pressure. Each attacked at their weakest point - and hers had always been him. The only man's approval she ever sought [ -- the one she could never get.] And beyond the have and frustration [...why don't you just do as your told - for once..] she could see it starting to unravel. The infighting, the posturing, the hours it took to get everyone focused outside of themselves onto the big picture. It required so much [too much - too much ] effort.
Maisie settled into a course for herself - but she never really believed.
---
You Really can't be looking so suprised--
And, you'll get used it in a while,
Look at the way each of us smile...
---
Later....
Oh. God. Don't make me do this. [She sat on the middle of a large table, her legs crossed indian style, chewing on her nail - Fate's chosen.] Don't turn around with the guns, don't make this happen. You can still make it okay. You can still fix this Papa-Bear. You don't have to this, you can still change your mind. [ She watched Blackwood take cover, her gun dormant in her lap, while bullets whizzed and scrapped his head...] Shit Wood is getting hurt. Fuck, why are you hurting Blackwood? Fuck Blackwood. Fuck this stupid manipulation. Fuck the Guardians. I hate you. I know you really don't want to hurt him you're just trying to force him into - Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wood's dying. You can't die. Not yet. Not over this. [ Her fingers gripped the gun more tightly and She threw Fate's blanket around his shoulders - thin tho it was - still sustainable. And from behind Maisie the Abyss birthed a double - Paradox Manifestation.] If I tipped my head just a little the bullet would slide right into my skull. To the left or to the right, there is something behind me. I wish i t would just drag me back. No, No, I don't. More bullets. I just can't-- Bill's here, working with Morrison?! What? no. no-No-NO! JUST STOP.
[Time grinds to a halt in the room......]
His voice echoes in her memory -
'Why don't you just do what your told?!'
Maisie is dizzy from the solitude. And for a few second she sits soaking in it. The only sound is the heavy gun dragging against the edge of the table as she pushes herself to a standing position, and walks on the table toward the end where morrisin stands, guns poised, the hot flash of their action like tiny stars. "I love you, Pops." The gun is raised in her hand and hangs there as she begins to shake, "I don't know if I can do this, If I can be your legacy... I can't-- " She exhales briefly, straightening the gun aimed at a point in the middle of his face right at the indentation of his nose.
"No. For once, I will listen. Thank you, Mr. Paige."
...and she pulls the trigger.
----
You were living in a fantasy...
This is exactly what you need.
[...so welcome home.]