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This one is for you Kiya, may it give you strength.
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Creating truth, Destroying end
by Aora T. Parker
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The light reflected off the sliver gun, she knew what was going to happen she could see it happening before it did, she wanted to move to stop it, but she was frozen to the spot watching with horror as he died before the shot was even fired. She had so nearly convinced her herself that the shot would never come that when it did she was shocked. Time seemed to slow down, but still she couldn’t move fast enough the bullet still ripped though his chest he still fell, she got to his side just as he hit the ground. She clapped both of her hands over the gaping wound in his chest she could feel the ice in her eyes melting to tears. The dark red blood was seeping though her fingers, began to coagulate on her skin the moment it was touched by cool air
“Parker” he said weakly lifting his hand to her cheek, she want to hold his hand to her cheek with her own but she could spear them from his wound, so his gentle touch fell away. She could feel his eyes on her, the man she had once called her father, the man who had fired the shot that’s was going to kill him. She didn’t turn to look at the man behind her she couldn’t bear to. “Love. Always loved you” She knew. She always had she’d always tried not to show it as much for him as for her self. Now it seemed foolish that she had wasted that time.
“You can’t leave me now, not now I know” She pleaded with him but he was fading fast. He was going to leave her just like her mother had and like Tommy had, and then she’d truly be alone. Alone, the word made her feel empty, it made her feel as though she would be better off if she laid down beside him and let death take her as well. There was nothing here for her with out him. She could do it, the weight of her gun at her back reminded her of this.
“Say it” he begged her, bring her from her suicidal thoughts. Reminder her that he need her. She could feel some one trying to pull her away, she wouldn’t move. He needed her didn’t they understand that? Didn’t they see that she needed him to needed her? The one last thing she could do for him, the first thing she could do for him.
“Parker let me help him,” A voice behind her said. She knew he was beyond help, and if she had to kill every damn person that challenged her she was going to be the last thing he sore. On some level she knew the owner of the voice simply want a chance to say his good bye as well, she knew he had as much right but she could not move. The sticky feel of the blood on her hands was making her feel ill, but then again so was the knowledge that she was losing him.
“I love you, part of me always knew” she said her tears came faster now, but she knew he need to hear the words he begged for and she knew she need to say at lest once out loud, so she pushed a side her own pain and continued: “Part of me always knew you were my Father” she could tell the words surprised those listening she knew they would, but she didn’t care.
“My beautiful Kiya,” he was holding his hand to Parker’s cheek Parker closed her eyes hearing the pet name her mother had given her. Perhaps it was he who had given it to her, “Loved her. Love you” he said she was losing him “Listen for her, know you can hear.” And with that he was gone.
“Let go Parker” A voice said, Jarod’s voice though she didn’t recognise it as such, she only knew that it was the voice that had tried to move her from him so she simply didn’t react “Parker can you hear me?” She didn’t react at all she just held her hands over the wound that was no longer bleeding
“Elizabeth? You have to let go. Can you hear me? Elizabeth?” Jarod knew no one else could help his childhood best friend. Sydney would have been the only one who stood a chance. Jarod looked to were her hands, still covering the wound, tried to bring life to the one person that could save her
“Kiya” he said and she looked up at him “You have to let go.” She nodded and pulled her sticky hands away from her father’s chest Her father, it seemed natural to think of Sydney that way. He helped her to stand up and looked at Mister Parker “If you care about her at all you’ll not get in my way”
“I wont let you take my Angel away from me”
“Not yours” she said softly “his” With one arm around Miss Parker and the other on the gun at the small of her back Jarod took a step toward Mister Parker He didn’t move expect to lift the gun still in his hand, the gun that had killed Sydney the gun that had taken away Miss Parker true Father and the only father he had ever known. Jarod didn’t hesitate he pulled the gun out and fire out Mister Parker. Miss Parker didn’t seem to notice she just stared at the blood on her hands. Jarod lifted her in to his arms
“I suggest you take your daughter and get as far from the Centre as you can Mister Broots” Jarod said to he him and walked away with Miss Parker shaking in his gentle hold
Broots watched him go, he knew if they was any way Miss Parker would ever be ok, Jarod would find it
The end
This one is for you Kiya, may it give you strength.
Creating truth, Destroying end
by Aora T. Parker
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The light reflected off the sliver gun, she knew what was going to happen she could see it happening before it did, she wanted to move to stop it, but she was frozen to the spot watching with horror as he died before the shot was even fired. She had so nearly convinced her herself that the shot would never come that when it did she was shocked. Time seemed to slow down, but still she couldn’t move fast enough the bullet still ripped though his chest he still fell, she got to his side just as he hit the ground. She clapped both of her hands over the gaping wound in his chest she could feel the ice in her eyes melting to tears. The dark red blood was seeping though her fingers, began to coagulate on her skin the moment it was touched by cool air
“Parker” he said weakly lifting his hand to her cheek, she want to hold his hand to her cheek with her own but she could spear them from his wound, so his gentle touch fell away. She could feel his eyes on her, the man she had once called her father, the man who had fired the shot that’s was going to kill him. She didn’t turn to look at the man behind her she couldn’t bear to. “Love. Always loved you” She knew. She always had she’d always tried not to show it as much for him as for her self. Now it seemed foolish that she had wasted that time.
“You can’t leave me now, not now I know” She pleaded with him but he was fading fast. He was going to leave her just like her mother had and like Tommy had, and then she’d truly be alone. Alone, the word made her feel empty, it made her feel as though she would be better off if she laid down beside him and let death take her as well. There was nothing here for her with out him. She could do it, the weight of her gun at her back reminded her of this.
“Say it” he begged her, bring her from her suicidal thoughts. Reminder her that he need her. She could feel some one trying to pull her away, she wouldn’t move. He needed her didn’t they understand that? Didn’t they see that she needed him to needed her? The one last thing she could do for him, the first thing she could do for him.
“Parker let me help him,” A voice behind her said. She knew he was beyond help, and if she had to kill every damn person that challenged her she was going to be the last thing he sore. On some level she knew the owner of the voice simply want a chance to say his good bye as well, she knew he had as much right but she could not move. The sticky feel of the blood on her hands was making her feel ill, but then again so was the knowledge that she was losing him.
“I love you, part of me always knew” she said her tears came faster now, but she knew he need to hear the words he begged for and she knew she need to say at lest once out loud, so she pushed a side her own pain and continued: “Part of me always knew you were my Father” she could tell the words surprised those listening she knew they would, but she didn’t care.
“My beautiful Kiya,” he was holding his hand to Parker’s cheek Parker closed her eyes hearing the pet name her mother had given her. Perhaps it was he who had given it to her, “Loved her. Love you” he said she was losing him “Listen for her, know you can hear.” And with that he was gone.
“Let go Parker” A voice said, Jarod’s voice though she didn’t recognise it as such, she only knew that it was the voice that had tried to move her from him so she simply didn’t react “Parker can you hear me?” She didn’t react at all she just held her hands over the wound that was no longer bleeding
“Elizabeth? You have to let go. Can you hear me? Elizabeth?” Jarod knew no one else could help his childhood best friend. Sydney would have been the only one who stood a chance. Jarod looked to were her hands, still covering the wound, tried to bring life to the one person that could save her
“Kiya” he said and she looked up at him “You have to let go.” She nodded and pulled her sticky hands away from her father’s chest Her father, it seemed natural to think of Sydney that way. He helped her to stand up and looked at Mister Parker “If you care about her at all you’ll not get in my way”
“I wont let you take my Angel away from me”
“Not yours” she said softly “his” With one arm around Miss Parker and the other on the gun at the small of her back Jarod took a step toward Mister Parker He didn’t move expect to lift the gun still in his hand, the gun that had killed Sydney the gun that had taken away Miss Parker true Father and the only father he had ever known. Jarod didn’t hesitate he pulled the gun out and fire out Mister Parker. Miss Parker didn’t seem to notice she just stared at the blood on her hands. Jarod lifted her in to his arms
“I suggest you take your daughter and get as far from the Centre as you can Mister Broots” Jarod said to he him and walked away with Miss Parker shaking in his gentle hold
Broots watched him go, he knew if they was any way Miss Parker would ever be ok, Jarod would find it
The end
