Voices of Violence (1/1)
Title: Voices of Violence
Rating: M for Mature
POV: Fitz' POV, written in second person
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this, nor do I claim ownership of the characters or basic plot outline. I'm simply borrowing from Degrassi & its writers for the sake of creativity. Title is a Billy Talent song, and the lj cut lyrics are from that song.
Notes: This is my version of the Fitz/Eli drama in AFD Part 2, written in second person from Fitz' POV. There's a bit of personal canon in the allusions to his homelife. This is my first Degrassi fic, so be gentle? <3 Also, the switching between present, past and back to present is intentional; the section that's written in past tense is a reflexion of sorts. Dedicated to heartstopperm.
You’re not surprised when the police arrive on the scene - you’d known that they would; half the reason you’d let Clare see the knife was because you had known that she would get help. You wanted her to. Yes, you’re going to get in trouble for this; possession of - and intimidation with - a weapon aren’t light charges - but you knew going into it that you weren’t going to kill him. You’re not a murderer; of that much you’re sure. Hell, you weren’t even planning to scrape him up - you don’t need a weapon to win a fight. Pure intimidation: that was the intention behind all of this. You’d had a point to prove, and you were running low on ways to prove it.
Sure, you’d been the one to start this feud, but twice now you’d been prepared to end it... until Eli had fucked you over on both occasions. It’s not your fault he was refusing to see that the more he pushed you, the harder you were going to push back. Besides, you’d even given him fair warning - he was the one who wouldn’t lay down his pride and leave when Clare told him to. He’d walked himself right into this situation, and you really didn’t feel any sympathy for him as he pleaded with you to reconsider.
It’s not even like you like scaring people - in fact, you’d felt pretty awful about how terrified Clare looked - it’s just that you’d come to realize that striking fear into him was the only way you were going to get him to back off. Your life is hard enough without all of his bullshit - why can’t he just realize that? You don’t need his stupid games dragging you down.
You’ve made your point - he’d be completely insane to ever mess with you again - and now it’s time to face your consequences. You don’t make a fuss about the arrest - you’ve been preparing yourself for it since the moment you decided to teach Eli a lesson - but you’ll never admit how much the stares from your peers bother you as you’re led to the police car. You don’t want them to think of you as a monster, but you think it’s probably better this way. At least this way people will know your name, unlike how it feels at home. Even if they’re all looking down on you, at least you’re somebody to them.
It’s better to be feared at school than to be invisible there, too - or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
Rating: M for Mature
POV: Fitz' POV, written in second person
Word Count: 425
Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this, nor do I claim ownership of the characters or basic plot outline. I'm simply borrowing from Degrassi & its writers for the sake of creativity. Title is a Billy Talent song, and the lj cut lyrics are from that song.
Notes: This is my version of the Fitz/Eli drama in AFD Part 2, written in second person from Fitz' POV. There's a bit of personal canon in the allusions to his homelife. This is my first Degrassi fic, so be gentle? <3 Also, the switching between present, past and back to present is intentional; the section that's written in past tense is a reflexion of sorts. Dedicated to heartstopperm.
You’re not surprised when the police arrive on the scene - you’d known that they would; half the reason you’d let Clare see the knife was because you had known that she would get help. You wanted her to. Yes, you’re going to get in trouble for this; possession of - and intimidation with - a weapon aren’t light charges - but you knew going into it that you weren’t going to kill him. You’re not a murderer; of that much you’re sure. Hell, you weren’t even planning to scrape him up - you don’t need a weapon to win a fight. Pure intimidation: that was the intention behind all of this. You’d had a point to prove, and you were running low on ways to prove it.
Sure, you’d been the one to start this feud, but twice now you’d been prepared to end it... until Eli had fucked you over on both occasions. It’s not your fault he was refusing to see that the more he pushed you, the harder you were going to push back. Besides, you’d even given him fair warning - he was the one who wouldn’t lay down his pride and leave when Clare told him to. He’d walked himself right into this situation, and you really didn’t feel any sympathy for him as he pleaded with you to reconsider.
It’s not even like you like scaring people - in fact, you’d felt pretty awful about how terrified Clare looked - it’s just that you’d come to realize that striking fear into him was the only way you were going to get him to back off. Your life is hard enough without all of his bullshit - why can’t he just realize that? You don’t need his stupid games dragging you down.
You’ve made your point - he’d be completely insane to ever mess with you again - and now it’s time to face your consequences. You don’t make a fuss about the arrest - you’ve been preparing yourself for it since the moment you decided to teach Eli a lesson - but you’ll never admit how much the stares from your peers bother you as you’re led to the police car. You don’t want them to think of you as a monster, but you think it’s probably better this way. At least this way people will know your name, unlike how it feels at home. Even if they’re all looking down on you, at least you’re somebody to them.
It’s better to be feared at school than to be invisible there, too - or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.