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Prompt 018: Tracy *fic*
Title What if’s
Author Wereleopard58
Rating PG
Word Count 450
Prompt 018 Tracy
Pairing (if any)
N/B Warning character death, not obviously the one mentioned
It was their fault, if only they hadn’t paused. If he hadn’t had the chance to grab his gun and shoot, she would still be alive.
It was their entire fault, wasn’t it?
Tracy huddled in a corner as he rocked to and fro, tears falling down his face. They were tears of sorrow, of guilt but mostly of fear. The pain seeped through his body chasing the warmth away and leaving him cold to the bone, shivering and shaking so much he was sure that he rattled and he didn’t know what to do to get rid of it.
The ex-brown coat was afraid of what was coming. The future was blind to him. That is, if he had one. Which he seriously doubted.
If eyes were the doorway to the soul he felt as if his were showing hell for what he had done. Rubbing his hands together, he could feel the wetness on them as if they had just been washed, looking down he saw why. It wasn’t water they were covered in it was blood.
Her blood.
He hadn’t meant to shoot her. It was a bluff to make them do what he wanted. Tracy didn’t want to be taken and then next thing was Kaylee on the floor, the essence of her life decorating it and painting it red.
The look in Mal and Zoë’s eyes the pain, the disappointed and the rage directed at him. He had taken someone they considered family, a loved one, someone who was sweet to the very soul and that was rare in this universe it was like a precious jewel and he had destroyed it because of selfishness and greed.
His mind ran over the million what if’s, he could have died in battle, been captured, shot by Mal or Zoë, had a heart attack or died in accident. Hell, he could have got a job and worked liked everyone else. All these thoughts ran through his mind but with only one certainty at the end.
Kaylee would be alive, if she wasn’t it would be nothing to do with him his hands and soul would have been clean. The thing was even though he was sorry that she was but he had wanted to live even more and the money, all of that money.
Even now he couldn’t feel completely guilty because he wasn’t completely sorry and now all he could do was wait and find out if it was all for nothing, if he was still going to die.
His future was in the hands of these thieves and misfits. The family of the girl he had murdered. Talk about instant karma.
The end
Author Wereleopard58
Rating PG
Word Count 450
Prompt 018 Tracy
Pairing (if any)
N/B Warning character death, not obviously the one mentioned
It was their fault, if only they hadn’t paused. If he hadn’t had the chance to grab his gun and shoot, she would still be alive.
It was their entire fault, wasn’t it?
Tracy huddled in a corner as he rocked to and fro, tears falling down his face. They were tears of sorrow, of guilt but mostly of fear. The pain seeped through his body chasing the warmth away and leaving him cold to the bone, shivering and shaking so much he was sure that he rattled and he didn’t know what to do to get rid of it.
The ex-brown coat was afraid of what was coming. The future was blind to him. That is, if he had one. Which he seriously doubted.
If eyes were the doorway to the soul he felt as if his were showing hell for what he had done. Rubbing his hands together, he could feel the wetness on them as if they had just been washed, looking down he saw why. It wasn’t water they were covered in it was blood.
Her blood.
He hadn’t meant to shoot her. It was a bluff to make them do what he wanted. Tracy didn’t want to be taken and then next thing was Kaylee on the floor, the essence of her life decorating it and painting it red.
The look in Mal and Zoë’s eyes the pain, the disappointed and the rage directed at him. He had taken someone they considered family, a loved one, someone who was sweet to the very soul and that was rare in this universe it was like a precious jewel and he had destroyed it because of selfishness and greed.
His mind ran over the million what if’s, he could have died in battle, been captured, shot by Mal or Zoë, had a heart attack or died in accident. Hell, he could have got a job and worked liked everyone else. All these thoughts ran through his mind but with only one certainty at the end.
Kaylee would be alive, if she wasn’t it would be nothing to do with him his hands and soul would have been clean. The thing was even though he was sorry that she was but he had wanted to live even more and the money, all of that money.
Even now he couldn’t feel completely guilty because he wasn’t completely sorry and now all he could do was wait and find out if it was all for nothing, if he was still going to die.
His future was in the hands of these thieves and misfits. The family of the girl he had murdered. Talk about instant karma.
The end