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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.
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The white haired man, no longer frail from the cancer eating at his body in life, walked silently up to the splintered woman and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello, Amanda."
((ooc: I had more typed up, but LJ ate the first draft. *kicks LJ* Anyway, I'm here!))
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Without even waiting for his consent, she threw her arms around him, holding him as tightly to her as she possibly could, her heart pounding. "John..." she murmured, the tears welling up in her eyes, relief in her voice. "Thank God...thank god." She buried her face in his shoulder, happy to just be touching him, to be holding him in her arms. Back there...back when they were in the hospital room, Lynn had told her not to touch John, that she was only making things worse. That hurt more than anything else that bitch had said. To be able to touch him without any interference was wonderful. She could tell he was not the frail man she had left behind; he was healthy, his cancer gone. He did not smell of sickness and approaching death; the comforting musk she had grown so used to associating with him had returned, and she could feel the strength in him.....but her relief did not last.
She stiffened, and drawing back from him, she let go of him reluctantly, anger beginning to burn at her core. Before she could stop herself, her mouth had opened and words began to pour out. "What the FUCK was that back there???" She demanded, furious. "Another game?? Another test??? How...how could you do that?? I would have done anything for you, ANYTHING!!! Why didn't you just talk to me instead of standing by and putting together that...that fucked up test?!
"I'm grateful for my life and you know it! You know that better than anyone! I would have given you anything you wanted, done anything you asked, but you can't just expect someone to...to..." Her voice trailed off, and she could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks again. She swallowed before continuing, her voice strangled with emotion: hurt, betrayal. "...You can't expect someone to act rashly in that sort of situation...that's fucking impossible, you motherfucker! Dangling that woman in front of me and expecting me to spare her worthless life? After...after she...that bitch...."
Amanda wiped at her eyes angrily, her voice hushed now. "...How could you have expected me to act any differently when you told her that you...that you l-love....that you love her....I would do anything for you, John. Any fucking thing you asked. But I can't if you just throw my feelings for you in the gutter, like they don't matter. You can forget it, then."
She turned her back to him, regretting some of the words that she had said, but relieved all the same. She had been keeping all of these sentiments locked up inside the entire time the previous events had played itself out, and it was a relief to be able to voice them. She closed her dark eyes and waited for his anger, or his cool contempt. He had said everything....everything but what she needed to hear the most. She loved him.
"When it comes to us....I don't want to play games anymore."