Primeval Fanfic: Necessary Measures
Title: Necessary Measures
Author: TalliW
Characters: Helen, Cutter-clone
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
AN: The initial letters of every sentence read top down add up to Helen's full name.
"Help," he cried and tried to free his broken body from the debris.
"Even if I could do something I wouldn't help you," she said coldly.
"Love you," he whispered, desperately wishing she felt something for him too.
"Ever since I created you, I've seen you as a tool. Don't expect sympathy from me," she told him callously.
.
"No, don't leave me," he cried in anguish.
Cold air branded his burning face through the gap in the destroyed outer wall.
Under the light of the setting sun he closed his eyes, exhausted, just wishing the pain would finally end.
Tears ran down his face as he remembered the kind blue eyes of the man who's exact image he was, and he hoped the man had survived the explosion.
There was little emotion in her face as she looked down at the dying clone, but she stayed.
Eventually his heart stopped beating and she glanced down at the familiar features with a touch of melancholy.
Regret was an emotion she couldn't afford. She had to do what was necessary. With a gun in her hand she walked out of the room to find her target...
Author: TalliW
Characters: Helen, Cutter-clone
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
AN: The initial letters of every sentence read top down add up to Helen's full name.
"Help," he cried and tried to free his broken body from the debris.
"Even if I could do something I wouldn't help you," she said coldly.
"Love you," he whispered, desperately wishing she felt something for him too.
"Ever since I created you, I've seen you as a tool. Don't expect sympathy from me," she told him callously.
.
"No, don't leave me," he cried in anguish.
Cold air branded his burning face through the gap in the destroyed outer wall.
Under the light of the setting sun he closed his eyes, exhausted, just wishing the pain would finally end.
Tears ran down his face as he remembered the kind blue eyes of the man who's exact image he was, and he hoped the man had survived the explosion.
There was little emotion in her face as she looked down at the dying clone, but she stayed.
Eventually his heart stopped beating and she glanced down at the familiar features with a touch of melancholy.
Regret was an emotion she couldn't afford. She had to do what was necessary. With a gun in her hand she walked out of the room to find her target...