Detention Sucks...
Marty sat on the floor of his room sifting through a pile of photographs. Each one he touch set off an image in his mind.
Images of a record player became a scene of his first kiss in a record store with Angela.
A cup of espresso led to a scene where he had coffee with Rory and Alanna on a night so long ago.
A picture of a lava lamp became an scene of Marty, Gaius and Six breaking into the office where the PA system was and being chased by Rover.
Flowers become Homecoming.
A macaroni necklace became... well something very nice.
Then came the picture of an office.
"I applaud your candor, but I wonder if you're aware how much danger you've put this campus in simply by showing up at all," Dean Bristow said looking at a file folder sitting on the desk. "At best, we can expect another assassin to take out your original target. At worst, your original employer may seek more severe... repercussions. If one student dies because of this, I am holding you personally responsible."*
Marty tried to talk but he couldn't make a sound.
"Let's just see exactly who you put in harm's way..."
Bristow tore open the envelope and a series of photos fell onto the floor. Pictures of friends and family scattered everywhere.
When Marty looked up the room had changed. Bristow was gone and the room had gone dark. An unseen figure sat across from him.
"Did you really think it would be that simple? That you could just hand it off and never have to face the consequences?"
Marty swallowed the lump in his throat.
The figure leaned in closer to him. "All you did was postpone the inevitable. Sooner or later you knew it would come back to haunt you. Or did you think coming here was some kind of fairy tale, Blank?"
The figure placed a gun in front of Marty and then began to place the photos of his friends and family in front of him like he was dealing a deck of cards.
"Newsflash: There is no happy ending."
Marty shook his head. "I don't do that anymore. It's not me."
"I don't care."
Marty looked up to see the muzzle of a gun and a brief flash of light...
And then he woke up.
*Written originally by spyprincipal from here. *sniffs* Spydaddy? We miss you.
Images of a record player became a scene of his first kiss in a record store with Angela.
A cup of espresso led to a scene where he had coffee with Rory and Alanna on a night so long ago.
A picture of a lava lamp became an scene of Marty, Gaius and Six breaking into the office where the PA system was and being chased by Rover.
Flowers become Homecoming.
A macaroni necklace became... well something very nice.
Then came the picture of an office.
"I applaud your candor, but I wonder if you're aware how much danger you've put this campus in simply by showing up at all," Dean Bristow said looking at a file folder sitting on the desk. "At best, we can expect another assassin to take out your original target. At worst, your original employer may seek more severe... repercussions. If one student dies because of this, I am holding you personally responsible."*
Marty tried to talk but he couldn't make a sound.
"Let's just see exactly who you put in harm's way..."
Bristow tore open the envelope and a series of photos fell onto the floor. Pictures of friends and family scattered everywhere.
When Marty looked up the room had changed. Bristow was gone and the room had gone dark. An unseen figure sat across from him.
"Did you really think it would be that simple? That you could just hand it off and never have to face the consequences?"
Marty swallowed the lump in his throat.
The figure leaned in closer to him. "All you did was postpone the inevitable. Sooner or later you knew it would come back to haunt you. Or did you think coming here was some kind of fairy tale, Blank?"
The figure placed a gun in front of Marty and then began to place the photos of his friends and family in front of him like he was dealing a deck of cards.
"Newsflash: There is no happy ending."
Marty shook his head. "I don't do that anymore. It's not me."
"I don't care."
Marty looked up to see the muzzle of a gun and a brief flash of light...
And then he woke up.
*Written originally by spyprincipal from here. *sniffs* Spydaddy? We miss you.