Organization Somebodies - part 1
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Challenge: none
Title: Once a Somebody - Saïx (part one of six)
Word Count: 334
Rating: PG
Character: Saïx
Notes: Okay, this resulted from kind of a combination of things: part of a themeset challenge I'm trying (one of these drabbles is the same as one from the themeset) and from conversations with
tegurunrampant, who had most of the good ideas. It's all speculation on who the original Somebodies for the rest of the Organization were, and what Disney worlds they came from. Sooo, the first of drabbles about the Somebodies for #7 through #12!
Iiiiaaasssssssssssss...
Silas jumped in his skin at the sound of his name. But it was just the wind in the trees.
God, it wasn't even his name. Frank had been so damn drunk last night he'd slurred his name into I'as, and then the whole camp started calling him that. Goddamn, Frank, you sound like an idiot yelling AI-ASS all over the place, he remembered. And watch that tinder! You're gonna start a damned forest fire, clumsy ass.
Not that he hadn't gotten a little tipsy himself...it was cold as hell up here. Snow still clumped on the trees and grass, and gray clouds smothered the sky from sun to tree line.
Couldn't be helped. Deer season started in February.
Luck was with him today. A doe and her spotted fawn stepped out onto the meadow, sniffing for the first grass of a new spring. He concealed himself behind a grove of cedars, and waited until they settled into eating.
Silas's hands fumbled with the rifle. These things always felt too delicate...he'd rather sneak up on the animal and bludgeon it to death with a hammer, or – what were those things called in that weapons magazine? Claymores? Either way, he loaded his rifle and leveled it with the doe's heart.
The doe heard him. He hissed a curse under his breath as it looked up, ears twitching and white tail erect. The doe almost seemed to be speaking to its offspring, telling it to run...
And they did run. Silas cocked the hammer as the doe and fawn sped across the meadow, kicking up snow—
BLAM
Missed. The two deer ran faster—
BLAM
They were almost to the safety of the thicket now—
BLAM
The doe fell. The little fawn continued to run, and disappeared into the trees. Silas could care less...he had his prize. He strode victoriously up to the doe as she breathed her last, a wolfish grin across his face.
He'd almost forgotten how much he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.
Title: Once a Somebody - Saïx (part one of six)
Word Count: 334
Rating: PG
Character: Saïx
Notes: Okay, this resulted from kind of a combination of things: part of a themeset challenge I'm trying (one of these drabbles is the same as one from the themeset) and from conversations with
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Iiiiaaasssssssssssss...
Silas jumped in his skin at the sound of his name. But it was just the wind in the trees.
God, it wasn't even his name. Frank had been so damn drunk last night he'd slurred his name into I'as, and then the whole camp started calling him that. Goddamn, Frank, you sound like an idiot yelling AI-ASS all over the place, he remembered. And watch that tinder! You're gonna start a damned forest fire, clumsy ass.
Not that he hadn't gotten a little tipsy himself...it was cold as hell up here. Snow still clumped on the trees and grass, and gray clouds smothered the sky from sun to tree line.
Couldn't be helped. Deer season started in February.
Luck was with him today. A doe and her spotted fawn stepped out onto the meadow, sniffing for the first grass of a new spring. He concealed himself behind a grove of cedars, and waited until they settled into eating.
Silas's hands fumbled with the rifle. These things always felt too delicate...he'd rather sneak up on the animal and bludgeon it to death with a hammer, or – what were those things called in that weapons magazine? Claymores? Either way, he loaded his rifle and leveled it with the doe's heart.
The doe heard him. He hissed a curse under his breath as it looked up, ears twitching and white tail erect. The doe almost seemed to be speaking to its offspring, telling it to run...
And they did run. Silas cocked the hammer as the doe and fawn sped across the meadow, kicking up snow—
BLAM
Missed. The two deer ran faster—
BLAM
They were almost to the safety of the thicket now—
BLAM
The doe fell. The little fawn continued to run, and disappeared into the trees. Silas could care less...he had his prize. He strode victoriously up to the doe as she breathed her last, a wolfish grin across his face.
He'd almost forgotten how much he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.
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Date: 2006-06-29 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-29 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-29 02:30 am (UTC).. and then it hits that he killed Bambi's mother, and I don't feel bad anymore. D:
A very nice 'what-if' piece, though. Especially the last line, that one's very chilling. ^^
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Date: 2006-06-29 05:20 am (UTC)Really cool fic, you surprised me there.
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Date: 2006-06-29 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-30 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-30 05:28 pm (UTC)