1st Person Pov - Tumblr Posts
Disclaimer: Fictional Story, mentions of death
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One moment was all it was.
I had been sitting at my desk, eyes flitting across the pages as I waited for the clock to strike 4.
Just as I turned the page, a shadow caught my eye, when I looked up I saw /him/.
We stared at each other, polite smiles forming on our faces.
But really my heart was rushing, stomach flipping, I wouldn't doubt it if I were told my face was completely red.
A second later he turned and walked past, disappearing into the building.
Even after he left the world seemed a little less dull.
One moment and he caught my eye.
One moment and he flipped my world.
One moment and I knew, this was the man...
The man I was going to kill.
One moment was all it was.
I approach Kaz, who has fallen to his knees, petrified by a mix of rage and hopelessness. "Huey will kill himself after his son cucks him" I whisper into his ear inhaling the acre smell of adrenaline sweat. "V will die" I murmur sadly, he attempts to say something, that he doesn’t care about him, but he can't even manage to utter a simple, clean "fuck you". He's grown attached to him, and he might be the last person left to care about medic. I continue: "Big Boss will die twice by the hands of his terrible son. Take care of David. And maybe Eli too, they will make perfect big bros to your little Catherine". Kaz has stopped trembling now and listening perfecty still and silent. "Catherine... " he whispers and something, that cannot be called a light nonethelessly lights up in his eyes behind the golden aviators. You know he wants to ask about her. Even before the woman he is marrying. Is he going to be a good father?
So you press on and grab his good shoulder and pull him up, and turn to leave him reflecting, internally and externally thanks to those glasses that have seen more than any man should in the darkness. Maybe he need them as a symbol of a "glimmer of hope" still existing. "Tell me about him". I turn back my head (and only my head) and stare back, inscrutable. "Tell me what happens to him, tell me what happens to... Ocelot" he asks me, and I can see all of the pain this question blooms in him. Indignation and nostalgia are battling inside this man corroding anything on their path. So I answer the truth, always the truth has to come out of my goddam mouth, no matter how much I wish to lie to console. "Ocelot will serve Big Boss till the end". I stop here for a moment to catch breath and not a more obvious message can be read in Kaz's mind: "I expected that". "Ocelot will lose himself in his own mind. He will die in a duel, like the cowboy he always wanted to be".
I'm no longer looking at Kaz. A tought flashes in my mind.
"The Patriots will fall"
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Wrote this at 1 am some time ago, stole Catherine's name form PunishedPyotr's fanfics because they live rent free in my head
Very very messy and filthy sketching of the previous fit I drew p dude in 😬😬
probably won't continue this??
