Author: Becky
Warnings: If you saw the flick, you can handle this shit.
Spoilers: End of the movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Bartleby and Loki (Mmm. Thoughts.), they belong to the god amongst men, Kevin Smith. I'm merely borrowing and will be sure to return them where I found them. For the love of God don't sue me!
Notes: This is just a strange new format I'm fucking around with. I've not yet decided if it works or not. Hmm.
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Cue: Bullets ripping through soft white feathers and delicate flesh.
The sound of a maniac being born.
Pain. In-fucking-describable pain. Ripped from one world and thrown roughly into another. Is this how it feels to be born as a human? Covered in blood, gasping for your first breath of oxygen? I feel as though I should cry, the pain is so great. But I'm human. I've succeeded. There's no need to cry.
Cue: Bubbling, hysterical laughter.
The sound of a maniac released.
That fucking imbecile doesn't know what he's done, what he's unleashed. It doesn't matter. Within a few minutes, nothing will. They can't stop me. The apostle, the muse, and the moron are no match for me. Loki became weak after he lost his wings, he became a burden - forgive me, mon ami. But I am not weak. I am unstoppable.
Cue: Heavy wooden doors wrenching open.
The sound of a maniac realizing success.
Goodbye existence. You were nice while you la - My Lord. My knees are collapsing, I'm stumbling. Fuck. What have I done? What have I been trying to do? How could I have betrayed Her like this? And Loki. My friend, my fucking friend. How could I have done that to him? How can She look at me with such love in Her eyes? I don't deserve Her love.
Cue: Sobbed apologies.
The sound of a maniac dying.
I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I won't ask for forgiveness, I don't deserve to be forgiven. But I'm so fucking sorry. I've betrayed Her, I've betrayed Loki, I've betrayed myself. So. Fucking. Sorry. Her eyes. Her eyes are forgiving me. I don't deserve to be forgiven. I don't deserve to be in Her presence.
Cue: A voice that cannot be described in human terms.
The sound of a wounded soul finding peace.
Thank you my Lord. Thank you for granting me this solace. Goodbye.
Warnings: If you saw the flick, you can handle this shit.
Spoilers: End of the movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Bartleby and Loki (Mmm. Thoughts.), they belong to the god amongst men, Kevin Smith. I'm merely borrowing and will be sure to return them where I found them. For the love of God don't sue me!
Notes: This is just a strange new format I'm fucking around with. I've not yet decided if it works or not. Hmm.
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Cue: Bullets ripping through soft white feathers and delicate flesh.
The sound of a maniac being born.
Pain. In-fucking-describable pain. Ripped from one world and thrown roughly into another. Is this how it feels to be born as a human? Covered in blood, gasping for your first breath of oxygen? I feel as though I should cry, the pain is so great. But I'm human. I've succeeded. There's no need to cry.
Cue: Bubbling, hysterical laughter.
The sound of a maniac released.
That fucking imbecile doesn't know what he's done, what he's unleashed. It doesn't matter. Within a few minutes, nothing will. They can't stop me. The apostle, the muse, and the moron are no match for me. Loki became weak after he lost his wings, he became a burden - forgive me, mon ami. But I am not weak. I am unstoppable.
Cue: Heavy wooden doors wrenching open.
The sound of a maniac realizing success.
Goodbye existence. You were nice while you la - My Lord. My knees are collapsing, I'm stumbling. Fuck. What have I done? What have I been trying to do? How could I have betrayed Her like this? And Loki. My friend, my fucking friend. How could I have done that to him? How can She look at me with such love in Her eyes? I don't deserve Her love.
Cue: Sobbed apologies.
The sound of a maniac dying.
I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I won't ask for forgiveness, I don't deserve to be forgiven. But I'm so fucking sorry. I've betrayed Her, I've betrayed Loki, I've betrayed myself. So. Fucking. Sorry. Her eyes. Her eyes are forgiving me. I don't deserve to be forgiven. I don't deserve to be in Her presence.
Cue: A voice that cannot be described in human terms.
The sound of a wounded soul finding peace.
Thank you my Lord. Thank you for granting me this solace. Goodbye.