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Log; Ongoing
When; November 14th, Tuesday, evening
Rating; PG-13 for language?
Characters; Amanda Young![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mad_devotion & John Kramer jigsaw_awaken
Summary; A little reunion by the fountain.
Log;
The sun was setting on the City, casting a warming glow to the inhabitants, mocking the cool air. The water trickling from the numerous fountains reached Amanda's ears as she walked forward, her bare feet seeking relief in the cool water. The bustle of the City was prominent as well, but the water filled her senses.
Falling to her knees, Amanda didn't care that her clothes were getting wet. She was quite a bit dirty, scratches on her feet, the stench of old sweat clinging to her clothes. She hadn't bathed since she arrived, so desperate was she to find John in this strange place. But she had found him. Somehow, that laptop that random man had given her had helped her find him. She supposed she should be grateful to him.
Scooping up water in her hands, she splashed her face with the cool water, and it felt good on her skin. She rubbed her face, looking down back at her reflection. There, on the nape of her neck, was a scar the size of a small bullet hole. Huh, she thought, he did get me pretty good. I still look like shit, though.
As she stared at the water, it seemed to swirl, and all of a sudden, she wasn't looking at her reflection, but the makeshift hospital room she had made for John. There she was...gun in hand, Lynn moving towards the door as she saw her husband....
"Think of our hopes, our dreams. Think of tomorrow..."
"...Jeff...?"
"Lynn...!"
Pulling the trigger. Blood spattering. The sound of a woman falling into the man's arms.
"...You have made a grave mistake...you have just killed Jeff's wife."
The sound of a pistol firing. Staggering backwards as the firey pain overwhelms her. Blood spurting from the wound, and John, John reaching out to her...
"It's okay..."
Amanda burst into tears as the memory continued and finished running its course. She pounded her fist into the ground, splashing the water and destroying the image. She opened her mouth and wailed, curling into a small ball as the tears fell from her eyes, her frame trembling. She hurt so much, and the memory was nearly unbearable. Her hands shaking, Amanda opened up the messenger bag at her side, reaching in to take the knife. Moving her sleeve up, she cut a short incision in her upper arm, gasping softly as she drew some blood. She knew she shouldn't, that John would see the blood and be disappointed, but she hurt so much these days. She couldn't help it. This was her addiction, her curse.
She put it away, and took a few deep breaths. John would be along any minute now.
Rating; PG-13 for language?
Characters; Amanda Young
mad_devotion & John Kramer jigsaw_awakenSummary; A little reunion by the fountain.
Log;
The sun was setting on the City, casting a warming glow to the inhabitants, mocking the cool air. The water trickling from the numerous fountains reached Amanda's ears as she walked forward, her bare feet seeking relief in the cool water. The bustle of the City was prominent as well, but the water filled her senses.
Falling to her knees, Amanda didn't care that her clothes were getting wet. She was quite a bit dirty, scratches on her feet, the stench of old sweat clinging to her clothes. She hadn't bathed since she arrived, so desperate was she to find John in this strange place. But she had found him. Somehow, that laptop that random man had given her had helped her find him. She supposed she should be grateful to him.
Scooping up water in her hands, she splashed her face with the cool water, and it felt good on her skin. She rubbed her face, looking down back at her reflection. There, on the nape of her neck, was a scar the size of a small bullet hole. Huh, she thought, he did get me pretty good. I still look like shit, though.
As she stared at the water, it seemed to swirl, and all of a sudden, she wasn't looking at her reflection, but the makeshift hospital room she had made for John. There she was...gun in hand, Lynn moving towards the door as she saw her husband....
"Think of our hopes, our dreams. Think of tomorrow..."
"...Jeff...?"
"Lynn...!"
Pulling the trigger. Blood spattering. The sound of a woman falling into the man's arms.
"...You have made a grave mistake...you have just killed Jeff's wife."
The sound of a pistol firing. Staggering backwards as the firey pain overwhelms her. Blood spurting from the wound, and John, John reaching out to her...
"It's okay..."
Amanda burst into tears as the memory continued and finished running its course. She pounded her fist into the ground, splashing the water and destroying the image. She opened her mouth and wailed, curling into a small ball as the tears fell from her eyes, her frame trembling. She hurt so much, and the memory was nearly unbearable. Her hands shaking, Amanda opened up the messenger bag at her side, reaching in to take the knife. Moving her sleeve up, she cut a short incision in her upper arm, gasping softly as she drew some blood. She knew she shouldn't, that John would see the blood and be disappointed, but she hurt so much these days. She couldn't help it. This was her addiction, her curse.
She put it away, and took a few deep breaths. John would be along any minute now.