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savetheearth2014-11-09 01:38 pm
gogoghostpowers) wrote in savetheearth2014-11-09 01:38 pm
awwwwwwwww here it goes
Who: Octavia and Danny
When: today uhhhh what's today, November 9th?
Where: Wally's backyard by the gazebo
What: some fucked up shit
Warnings: attempted murder?
Danny hasn't been keen on using his powers since he found out the exact extent of the destruction he's capable of, so he has to get a little creative with how he gets into the backyard. He wants as few people to know if possible about this, even Walter himself if he can manage it.
So instead he crawls through the neighbors' yards and crawls over the fence into Walter's with a quiet grunt.
When: today uhhhh what's today, November 9th?
Where: Wally's backyard by the gazebo
What: some fucked up shit
Warnings: attempted murder?
Danny hasn't been keen on using his powers since he found out the exact extent of the destruction he's capable of, so he has to get a little creative with how he gets into the backyard. He wants as few people to know if possible about this, even Walter himself if he can manage it.
So instead he crawls through the neighbors' yards and crawls over the fence into Walter's with a quiet grunt.
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"Your choice?" He looks over the tools again, then points. "Maybe the knife? Just to make it fast." He imagines smothering would be quite slow and painful, and wouldn't even guarantee anything if he just passes out from it and wakes back up again.
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Wait. Waity-wait. Way too cheerful.
"I mean, it was still pretty terrible, I guess. What with it being a sharp thing slicing straight through my back and all. It seemed like a pretty big deal at the time."
She looks at the knife doubtfully, practicing some stabbing motions with it. She knows from experience that dying slowly is no picnic - she'll have to get this right.
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"Uh, right. Okay." He stares uneasily at her as she practices her stabs. "Well, I'll just--lay down and you can, uh. You know. Whenever you're ready."
True to his word, he lays down on the ground face up and waits, feeling increasingly more and more nauseous and tense. Maybe he'll vomit and choke to death on it--that's what happens to some people, right?
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But she's hesitating anyway. It's because they chose Walter's yard, isn't it? She can practically feel him scrunchyfacing disapprovingly at her from his room. That fucker.
"Uh." She waves the pillow at Danny, trying to sound more certain of herself than she actually feels. "You look. Uncomfortable! So you should rest your head on this and junk. Then we can stop shitting around and do this! Yeah."
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He takes the pillow and sets it down on the ground before laying back down. Somehow, this doesn't make him feel any better. But he has to suck it up. It's scary, but he has to do this. So he schools his face into a tense, neutral expression, clenching his teeth to keep a straight face.
He thinks about what Octavia told him a while ago. You don't have to be a good person to be a hero. No, sometimes the most heroic action is making sure you'll never be able to commit any kind of atrocity. No more murders, no destroyed universes...Danny isn't sure what the extent of his actions were, but he knows it's enough to justify this.
"Alright. Alright, okay. I'm ready now. I'm ready."
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She's just going to. Raise the knife.
And kneel beside him. For a better stabbing angle.
And then stab him.
Aaaany minute now.
Yep.
"Ugh! You're doing it wrong." Because that's the only explanation for why this would be so hard. It's all Danny's fault. Lousy goddamn stupid fucking weenies messing up their own deaths. Inconsiderate as hell.
"Can you just. Try to look less innocent and junk? Channel your inner villain. You have one job, Danny!"
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"Okay, okay! I'll just hide my face completely." He covers his face with his hands. That way, he won't be able to see her getting ready and plunge the knife. Probably better that way.
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"That's even worse. I feel like I'm murdering a stupid frightened kid in the middle of peeing his coward pants." Part of her is pointing out that she's pretty much doing just that, but she's trying her best to ignore it. "Maybe if you like. Make a threatening face. Or act like you're fighting back. Or something."
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"Will you--just do it already!" he yells. He doesn't remove his hands from his face, though.
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"Fine! Maybe I will!"
Except - of course - she can't. Because even if she's pissed off at herself and at him and at everything, there's enough human left in her to keep her from plunging the blade into his stupid dumb vulnerable chest.
She isn't entirely sure why that feels like a bad thing.
With a final shriek of buttmad childish fury, she flings the knife away over her head. There's an audible twannngggg as it embeds itself in the half-finished gazebo, but Octavia is too busy scrunching up her face and trying not to cry to notice. What is this. Why is this upsetting this is stupid everything is stupid.
I DON'T CARE THIS IS A MONTH LATE I'M TAGGING BACK GODDAMMIT
So when she throws the knife away, Danny is simultaneously devastated and relieved. Devastated because he doesn't want to be doomed to this existence where he's inevitably going to turn into a monster, but relieved because for all his twisted ideas about heroic duty and self-sacrifice, he never wanted to die. That was only the grisly means to what he hoped would be the benevolent end.
That he doesn't even know how to feel or what he even wants causes him to draw his hands up to his face again. He rolls onto his side and curls into a ball, grounding his hands as deep as he can into his eyes while he starts to cry.
"...f-fuck." It comes out as a weak whimper between sobs.