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theatrical_muse #294 - Passing
Aug. 6th, 2009 03:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_time_slipJanie rushed into her fiancé's arms as he held the forgotten car keys up, a comment on the tip of his tongue.
"I forget those entirely too much." she said, smiling up at the much taller man. A fraction of a second later, steel gates lowered all at once, and the parking garage plunged into darkness.
"Get down." Ian whispered.
"We have to get out of here" She said, obeying him. The night was going very well up until this point. Everyone that she considered family managed to be civil to each other in the same room, and it seemed like they were finally over most of their various differences. She wasn't sure if everything would work out with her Mother, considering that the woman wanted to control Janie's entire upcoming wedding.
Obviously, something was wrong. Janie's first instinct, trying the emergency door, was ignored when she saw the tiny dot of red light on her skin. Immediately, she reached for the tiny weapon that she always carried, breathing a sigh of relief as she felt the cool metal touch her hand. It was too dark for her to see the weapon, the tiny bit of light from the emergency lamps just wasn't enough, so she fumbled with it as she tried taking the safety off.
The sound of gunshots echoed off concrete, glass and metal, startling her enough that she dropped the weapon. Every noise made her jump and her hands didn't stop shaking as she finally picked it back up. After a deep breath, she managed to get it in her hands and point it away from her. Not knowing where the shots came from, she fired once. No one fell, there were no screams, only more shots and this time they were in her direction. She curled in as tight of a ball as possible and tried ignoring the shots.
Someone was shouting, and then her fiance lifted her and pushed her towards more cover. The emergency lights seemed to work a lot better when she wasn't huddled on the ground, she realized. Before she could tell Ian that they should run for the door, he was pushing her towards an SUV and away from the gunshots. Just as she thought it was amazing that none of the shots seemed to hit, Ian slumped forward, catching himself right before he knocked her down.
Still holding her weapon in front of her as she turned to Ian, Janie wanted to ask if he was hurt. The question was answered for her when she saw the dark stain spreading on his shirt. Neither of them could see the figure that made its way to the hiding spot.
"Oh my god. Ian, yo-"
Another gunshot was heard, and Janie's finger instinctively pulled the trigger of her weapon. She turned her face forward in the direction of the shot, and saw a set of eyes that stared blankly ahead. Then they fell. Just a second later, so did she.
Everyone needed to get out of the garage before someone died, and luckily it was easier getting up since she'd fallen. Except she wasn't getting up. The young woman realized that she was alone and lying on the floor of the garage, the only sounds being violence and shouting.
Janie struggled to close her eyes. If she could sleep, then the pain might stop, and breathing would be easy again. She couldn't remember when it got so cold, or why even thinking hurt. None of the words she tried to say came out of her mouth, and if felt like she'd been lying there for hours. The young woman wanted a blanket but couldn't remember if they had them there.
She wanted and needed Ian, who was the only clear thought in her head at the moment. Opening her eyes was harder than it had ever been before, and her words still didn't come out. She wanted to ask for him, because he would know about the blanket, but he wasn't there. Instead, she would ask her friend Phoenix to get him. When Janie tried to speak, all she could do was make one last gasp for air.
The pain stopped, she felt peaceful and suddenly knew that it all would be okay. Janie thought for a moment that she was looking down on everything. There had been so much death that night and Ian seemed so very upset. If only they knew how perfect it all really was.
Her mother was there too, watching with her. Nothing seemed to bother her about the situation- actually, nothing seemed to matter at all. Every bit of her that was aware was filled with happiness and joy, everything made such perfect sense.
When all of them faded away, everything still seemed perfect. Ella was still with her. They were both happy, and everything was understood. Life, death, everything in between.
Soon that peace was taken away and she was thrust back into the world of pain and suffering. Whatever the people were saying didn't make sense and there was no way she could speak to them and tell them all what happened.
Every night when she closes her eyes, Janie goes back to that garage, and dreams about the evening she passed away.
Muse: Ja'nee(Janie) Taylor
Word Count: 900+
Fandom: Original
"I forget those entirely too much." she said, smiling up at the much taller man. A fraction of a second later, steel gates lowered all at once, and the parking garage plunged into darkness.
"Get down." Ian whispered.
"We have to get out of here" She said, obeying him. The night was going very well up until this point. Everyone that she considered family managed to be civil to each other in the same room, and it seemed like they were finally over most of their various differences. She wasn't sure if everything would work out with her Mother, considering that the woman wanted to control Janie's entire upcoming wedding.
Obviously, something was wrong. Janie's first instinct, trying the emergency door, was ignored when she saw the tiny dot of red light on her skin. Immediately, she reached for the tiny weapon that she always carried, breathing a sigh of relief as she felt the cool metal touch her hand. It was too dark for her to see the weapon, the tiny bit of light from the emergency lamps just wasn't enough, so she fumbled with it as she tried taking the safety off.
The sound of gunshots echoed off concrete, glass and metal, startling her enough that she dropped the weapon. Every noise made her jump and her hands didn't stop shaking as she finally picked it back up. After a deep breath, she managed to get it in her hands and point it away from her. Not knowing where the shots came from, she fired once. No one fell, there were no screams, only more shots and this time they were in her direction. She curled in as tight of a ball as possible and tried ignoring the shots.
Someone was shouting, and then her fiance lifted her and pushed her towards more cover. The emergency lights seemed to work a lot better when she wasn't huddled on the ground, she realized. Before she could tell Ian that they should run for the door, he was pushing her towards an SUV and away from the gunshots. Just as she thought it was amazing that none of the shots seemed to hit, Ian slumped forward, catching himself right before he knocked her down.
Still holding her weapon in front of her as she turned to Ian, Janie wanted to ask if he was hurt. The question was answered for her when she saw the dark stain spreading on his shirt. Neither of them could see the figure that made its way to the hiding spot.
"Oh my god. Ian, yo-"
Another gunshot was heard, and Janie's finger instinctively pulled the trigger of her weapon. She turned her face forward in the direction of the shot, and saw a set of eyes that stared blankly ahead. Then they fell. Just a second later, so did she.
Everyone needed to get out of the garage before someone died, and luckily it was easier getting up since she'd fallen. Except she wasn't getting up. The young woman realized that she was alone and lying on the floor of the garage, the only sounds being violence and shouting.
Janie struggled to close her eyes. If she could sleep, then the pain might stop, and breathing would be easy again. She couldn't remember when it got so cold, or why even thinking hurt. None of the words she tried to say came out of her mouth, and if felt like she'd been lying there for hours. The young woman wanted a blanket but couldn't remember if they had them there.
She wanted and needed Ian, who was the only clear thought in her head at the moment. Opening her eyes was harder than it had ever been before, and her words still didn't come out. She wanted to ask for him, because he would know about the blanket, but he wasn't there. Instead, she would ask her friend Phoenix to get him. When Janie tried to speak, all she could do was make one last gasp for air.
The pain stopped, she felt peaceful and suddenly knew that it all would be okay. Janie thought for a moment that she was looking down on everything. There had been so much death that night and Ian seemed so very upset. If only they knew how perfect it all really was.
Her mother was there too, watching with her. Nothing seemed to bother her about the situation- actually, nothing seemed to matter at all. Every bit of her that was aware was filled with happiness and joy, everything made such perfect sense.
When all of them faded away, everything still seemed perfect. Ella was still with her. They were both happy, and everything was understood. Life, death, everything in between.
Soon that peace was taken away and she was thrust back into the world of pain and suffering. Whatever the people were saying didn't make sense and there was no way she could speak to them and tell them all what happened.
Every night when she closes her eyes, Janie goes back to that garage, and dreams about the evening she passed away.
Muse: Ja'nee(Janie) Taylor
Word Count: 900+
Fandom: Original