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@insanerthanthou
âThis force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of lifeâs struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew.â
â Mohinder Suresh, Heroes
                     SPOILER ALERT :  EVERYBODY DIES
JOHN SIMM in Spaced (S02E01)
Life on Mars, S01E01 - I had an accident and I woke up 33 years in the past. Now, that either makes me⊠a time-traveller or⊠a lunatic, or Iâm lying in a hospital bed in 2006 and none of this is real.
      it's ɎᎠÊÉȘÉą sáŽÊáŽÊÉȘsáŽÂ you turned out  this way
Silver Bullets || Albert & Shay || Future!AU
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Twelve years. Thatâs how long it had been since Robert had left her. Alex had died or was sent back to his time. Weird and complicated things had happened between her and Albert. Robert came back. The whole world seemed to burn, be extinguished, and blaze again.Â
âCome out, come out, wherever you areâŠ.â Shay had been hunting Albert for days. Heâd damaged her in ways neither of them had imagined, particularly during his period of sanity where, somehow, heâd made her feel love for him. Shay hated him for it, especially after he flipped that switch back and nearly killed her several time.Â
Her lips quirked up into a smirk. âTodayâs the day you die for good, lover. And Robertâs not here to reign me in. Heâs off on his own mission this time.â She turned a corner in the warehouse, gun held high in case the bastard jumped out at her. âNo use prolonging the inevitable.âÂ
Albert grimaced, holding his hand to his chest, trying to staunch the bleeding. He heard her voice, singing in that bright annoying little tone heâd been told over and over again to hate, that cause of such blithe mischief. Here he was, bleeding out in what he knew would be his last fight, and she still sang like a little songbird. Emotions of opposite spectrums and intensities battled it out within him. He didnât have control -- he never had. Heâd only ever been something to hold them.Â
Shay didnât understand why all of this had to happen. Heâd come close to explaining it a few times, but always something intervened. Robert or the voices, even Shay herself. It wasnât meant to be understood. Someone had seen to that a little too well.Â
Albertâs legs werenât working. Bullets had shot apart nerve endings and done considerable damage. Heâd always been what people had called âluckyâ before, but he knew it wasnât luck. His death had a time and a place. The only reason he wasnât trying to drag himself out of this warehouse now. It was time, and there was finally some form of light at the end of a long tunnel. His hand covered his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
Then, he let himself. It didnât matter, sheâd find him eventually.Â
               AND THEN I JUST SNAPPED.Â
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In The Absence of God // Albert & Jacob // v7 w5 Friday Evening
Thereze kept her grip fast on line, kept his pulse under her fingertips. If only she could keep him just a little longer, just to knock him out. Then she could take care of him and never have to see his wretched face again. They could be safe. When Albert pulled at her foot, her grip slipped, and she grunted, having to reset her point of pressure. She kicked out her leg, using her other to attempt pushing him away, but it was difficult. She may have surrounded him but she was also cocooning him from herself.Â
The jack-knifing of pain that shot up to her hip had Thereze wincing. She bit her lip, drawing blood. This bastard wouldnât hear her whimper. As he kept pulling, she strained against the pain, weighed the options as quickly as possible. She had two â sacrificing her leg for knocking her own, or saving it and risk how heâd retaliate if she pushed him away. Some small part of her knee cracked from the pressure Albert was putting on her and it made her choke hold slip just enough. She relented and released one of her arms to grab at his, twisting his wrist.
She rolled and they fell apart. Breathing heavy, Thereze quickly got to one knee, the other aching terrible. The nurse buzzer that had been tossed off the bed was already in her other hand. Her thumb held down on it as she stared down Albert. âEscape now â or give me the chance to use a guardâs gun on you. Your choice,â she growled.
His gamble paid off, and she released her strangle hold on him, rolling to one side and allowing him to scramble to his feet. He held his neck with one hand, blazing eyes fixing on her with a look that promised a painful death if she were lucky. Greedily, his lungs gasped for air, ironic in a way. As it had been the end that he had meant for Jacob.Â
Despite his haggard appearance though, there seemed to be about him a vicious appetite for this struggle. Almost as if he enjoyed it in some way. He breathed slowly, in and out, before he finally spoke. âAnd would you?----â He licked his lips, âWould you---indeed?â He grinned, âOr arenât you worried----what your new friends/enemies will think of you? You donât have----MY protection.â He snarled. âYou donât have ANYONEâs. And neither does he.âÂ
He flexed his shoulder, which was sore now from where theyâd fallen. Suddenly moving to walk past her and out the door, as if taking her advice. But he stopped, close enough to whisper in her ear. âYouâre done.â He breathed. âYouâre soft----and everyoneâs going to know it. No one will hire you or protect you, and those that wait for revenge wonât wait now. Oh no, because the time is now. And you have more enemies than you know...â He took a step away, still breathing roughly. âTainted goods.â He scoffed, âThis isnât over, Iâm going to leave a love-note on your tombstone. You----Little Meddler, donât deserve it. You deserve so little. You sniveling little coward----â He snarled.Â
In The Absence of God // Albert & Jacob // v7 w5 Friday Evening
Then, just like that the horrible suffocating sensation lifted, cold air flooding into his starved lungs. He coughed, hacking as he choked on his own attempts to breathe. He heard a struggle going on, but felt like he couldnât move. His own limbs feeling heavy and useless. Where was Thereze?! Was she alright?!Â
âThĂ©â-â He gasped out, but the word came as a hollow empty sound, without voice. His throat felt parched and crushed at the same time, as he lay there limp and dragging in air. Then like that, he felt cold hands latch around his neck. Squeezing, cutting off the desperately needed air supply. As if on instinct his hands went to the attackers, flapping almost helplessly as he tried to pry them off. The horrible weight in his chest increasing with every second.Â
Thereze saw stars when Albert hit her and she fell, just barely managing to catch herself on the way down. She was only saved from passing out by the fact that the lamp was cheap and not that heavy. Rolling, she pushed herself up. The scene of Albert choking Jacob had her enraged.Â
She took the opportunity of having the crazed manâs back to her, again, and launched at him. Thereze wrapped her arms around his neck in a strategic stranglehold, holding fast to the pressure points in his neck. A solid fifteen seconds and she could take him down. Growling at his attempts to throw her off, she wrapped her legs around him in a vice grip, using her weight to pull him off balance.Â
Her arms latched around him like vices, grabbing him into a lock-hold as he mentally cursed the fact he hadnât killed her already. She was annoying. She wasnât anything special, she was just like the rest, the rest that couldnât see. Didnât want to. Fighting for the life of her âloverâ. He would have scoffed at the very thought. Who was it that saved her from herself? It had been him, always him. Heâd saved her when he could have saved anyone, and this was how she repaid him. Â
Then sheâd pulled him onto the ground, and he knew if he didnât act quickly itâd be over very soon. He looked about wildly, flailing about and in nearly the same situation heâd put Jacob into moments ago. He could still here the Speedster gasping for air, too weak to do anything but lay there, awaiting the outcome of this struggle. Then. an idea hit him as he saw her leg, latching onto it with vicious appetite he grabbed her foot. Pulling it towards him, his elbow parallel with her knee to make painful pressure shoot up her leg that would make her release him, but he didnât stop. Pulling it as hard as he could with the intent to cripple her.Â
A rear choke on the ground was the most difficult to escape, and he knew that he couldnât be soft when it came to it.Â
Tune of Death || Albert and Atticus || V7 W4 || Friday Night
âEverything mental⊠it real⊠just because its in your head,â Atticus panted. âWhat do you mean by stones?â Atticus asked. Stones as in memories, stones as in thoughts, as in breaking bones?
Atticus nodded, pointing to the bag, then he tried to slump towards it, âdid you do something? What did you do?â Atticus asked frantically, worry almost taking the forefront to the pain in his head.
âWhat did you bring, what did you do?â Atticus demanded hoarsely, feeling an intense desire for water as well. So many emotions felt heightened, as opposed to their typical repressed state, which made him want to scream even more.
âGrave stones dear boy, grave stones...â He soothed, âAnd thatâs all relative. It is RELATIVE.â He stressed, âAnd the Relativity of the matter is what ordains reality, it just really depends on who is locked in the cage.â He grinned, âI like that. Just like I like old. Sharp things.â He licked his lips, âBut Iâve no time for them anymore. No one does. Which is why we talk we about relativity.â He tailored the other manâs mind, finishing the final thread. Before finally letting go.Â
He sat there, grinning. âOh? You want to know do you?â He tilted his head, âOpen the bag then.â He said bluntly. âOpen it and youâll know. Maybe youâre the one who is mad. How can this be happening after all, to you of all people? BECAUSE OF RELATIVITY.â He tilted his head.Â
âOPEN. THE. BAG.âÂ
Disaster Repeats Itself || Albert & Judi || V7 W4 || Monday Afternoon
Her smile stretched wide as a faint awkward blush tinged her cheeks. Judi was glad he hadnât outright said no, though. She could snap a few pictures then as she waited and ate, test her camera further with the surroundings. The light, decorations, it was all perfect for that.
Her brows furrowed together as he spoke. âI⊠donât think so?â That was eerie. But she really could not place him, so it had to be a mistake. At mention of the school, her eyes widened. âWellâŠ. Yeah. Iâm a student.â Should she be sharing that? Judiâs gaze turned a bit wary. âWhat, have you been on campus before or something? Visited someone?â
âYes. I have a friend there.â He said, a talent for lying playing itâs part because he believe it to be so. And if a person believes something, are they really lying? He had so many friends after all...But they were all angry. Confused. Waiting for help but too busy looking with a jealous eye to realize the beauty of what was happening now.Â
âItâs quite alright.â He said suddenly, friendly smile in place. âI have nothing against your kind. I consider them very gifted.â He took a menu from a passing waiter, casually before flipping through it himself. Brow furrowed. âI would suggest today the Spanakopita.â He said, âItâs a favorite here. The recipe was my motherâs.â Â
He tilted his head, noting the hesitation. âCome on...â He teased, suddenly very unlike his usual self that most Continuance members knew. âI specialize in home style food, let me show you what I can do.â He grinned.
In The Absence of God // Albert & Jacob // v7 w5 Friday Evening
He heard the words, whispered to him on that hot breath that reeked of whatever it was pure evil was made of. His heart stopped when he heard the names spoken, a sudden hatred pushing him to stronger efforts than before. He had to survive, had to warn themââbut even now he felt the pressure in his lungs growing, the pure panic setting him on an invisible fire.Â
He saw their faces, flashing before him. Whispering to him, begging him to live. He saw his family, even his parents, all of them looked disappointed. Telling him he had to live. He had to live. He had to liveâŠ.
He gasped, greedily trying to suck in air that wasnât there, screaming as he could but to no avail. Albert wouldnât show him mercy. Heâd kill him, and heâd die. Here in a hospital bed, and there was nothing in this world that would change what he was going to do.
His heart started racing, trying a last minute effort to survive. Going faster and faster, he was hyperventilating.Â
It was a long ordeal after they got to the hospital. Jacob went into surgery and Thereze was forced to wait. Wait, wait, and wait some more after he came out well, but had to stay in the ICU for a few hours more. It was more nerve-wracking than any assignment she had dealt with before. Worse than anything sheâd dealt with in years.
But Jacob would be okay.
Two days and she hardly left his side. Watching his slow recovery was agonizing but there wasnât another choice. When dusk fell, she left him to rest and slipped out to the cafeteria for coffee. It was not any good but the caffeine in it would be good enough. Thereze didnât want him to wake up alone while he was here. She took a sip, approaching the room once more, when she heard it. No, him. The cup fell from her hand and she ran in.
She didnât really think, but acted on instinct, taking Albert by surprise for the handful of seconds that she could. Thereze hit the insides of his elbows, hard, and twisted him away from the bed. Practically clawed at him. Focusing solely on getting him away from Jacob, on keeping Jacob alive.
He felt someone grab him, felt her frantic energy the moment she came in the room. He barely mouthed a âNoâ, not bothering to put voice into it as she managed to claw him off. He grabbed for the lamp, suddenly striking her head with it, refusing to be deterred from his prey he didnât wait to see what damage heâd done. Jumping back and now taking Jacobâs neck into his own hands, squeezing with the promise of blood.Â
He didnât look back to Thereze, seeming to see nothing else. He was going to kill Jacob. He had to die, it was what was owed him. It was right. this at least, was right....
In The Absence of God // Albert & Jacob // v7 w5 Friday Evening
The dream had been a good one, he didnât remember all the exact details, only that Claire had been in it. And Thereze. He felt at peace, plans forming in his head of how he would make a new start. Begin life over again, as he should have years ago. But that was all cut short when he saw Claire suddenly push forward in the dream, mouthing something frantically.Â
In the dream world he furrowed his brow, as the sound came distorted. Vague. Like a drowning sensation. What was she saying?Â
He looked closer again, and the words now came clearer. Wake. Up. Wake up. Wake up!Â
With that the images in his head seemed to melt away, as he gave out a gasp, opening his eyes and growing alarmed that neither breath came nor any images. What was happening?! A fear grew up suddenly, the instinct for survival as he sensed some kind of danger. His breath coming slower and slower until it almost didnât exist.Â
Then, his ears caught the voice. That cold voice, the one he knew, the one soothing him into the grave.Â
Upon recognition he started to fight, trying to push what he now knew was a pillow off him. He didnât even know what came over him, but he started writhing. Pain shooting into his back as he realized that he had to. Had to fight. Or heâd lose everything. The realization that Albert was killing him sending a cold icy feeling down to his heart. It was then that he realized his voice was hoarse, weakened as he was he was screaming. Screaming for anyone to come, anyone to help him.
What little fight Jacob was mustering against him was, both pathetic and admirable. Admirable in the sense that the man didnât give up, even when he knew it was his time, that the sirens were calling him. It was over, and pathetic at how little he could fight against what was inevitable.Â
He tightened his grip, pushing harder with a blood-lust burning in his eyes. His mouth parted slowly, seeming to savor the muffled cries coming from him. Oh how heâd dreamed of choking the life out of this one, just to see the life leave his eyes. He was taking everything from him now, and then he would take so much more.Â
He licked his lips, pushing down even harder now as Jacob started struggling for even just a little air. It was unfair really, and the Speedster didnât stand a chance. But that was what it was meant to be, meant to end.Â
He licked his lips, âShhh now Jacob. Shhhh, youâve been such a problem all these years. ALL of them----â He growled, as if revealing the slow burning rage he bore against the man. NOW it was his time. NOW was his moment. Jacob couldnât stop him, Robert didnât care. Godfrey was dead. He snickered, leaning to where he knew the other manâs ear was. That heâd be able to hear him.Â
âPerhaps----after this....Iâll pay a visit to that beautiful baby boy of yours...Oh and Thereze will miss me too...BECAUSE I MISSED them donât I!? OF COURSE I do!â
In The Absence of God // Albert & Jacob // v7 w5 Friday Evening
Albert hadnât escaped the explosion completely unscathed. Oh no, there were several trophies he would be keeping for a long while, things that would allow him to boast of an impossible survival. Despite that, he had not taken the time to have a medic care for them thoroughly. He had taken the least amount of care that he could, and had been on his way.Â
How could he rest, when he still had so much to do? The story had to be finished, and he was the writer. That was what had been decided on the day of his Sight. Â But first things first. The unfaithful had to be punished.Â
Thereze had defied him, more than openly defied him. The few informants he still had left had told him that Jacob and Therezeâs relationship was on the mend. And that was just a shame. A shame because it was all about to end. Heâd danced into the hospital, cheerful and full of smiles. Everyone liked him oh yes who couldnât? A smile was everything. Always important to look your best, even when you felt your worst.Â
But was the worst really the worst? Or had it slowly become the best? No one knew...maybe Elena understood why, but he didnât. Didnât need to. He licked his lips, hungrily after finding Jacobâs room. The man was asleep, hooked to several tubes and for all purposes helpless. Just like when heâd originally been found, but now he was lost. He had to be found again. Jacob had to be punished, and so too Thereze.Â
âShhhhh----my darling one...â He whispered, sliding over to the bed where Jacob rested peacefully. Healing, dreaming of a new day. The pain would go away now, for him it would. He could dream forever now. A hungry glint lit his eyes as he snatched up a pillow, no time for theatrics. Get the job done. Finish it now...Let him suffocate. Let him dream...
