[IF] Sept. Prompt D: Outcast
Sep. 19th, 2006 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boar_expertIt was only after she was a few miles away...from the marshall, from her home that the weight of the truth finally began to press too hard across her shoulders. It was like being trapped in a vise, both sides squeezing harder with every turn of the crank...she could almost feel her ribs splintering and her heart threatening to burst...
Why?
The tears were hot, searing as they rolled down her cheeks to match the rain outside.
Why, Ma?
She had nowhere left to go...not even her father was safe, not for more than a word. Her father...her dad. The only one she ever had...regardless of whose blood flowed through her veins. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? It was Wayne’s blood, and not Sam’s. And everyone had lied to her...including her mother.
But Kate had tried...the only way she knew how. Like killing a snake by cutting off its head, if she could kill Wayne to protect her mother...maybe cure that evil he’d put in her just by being the man Ma had fucked at the right time of the month.
She had so many reasons to kill him, good and bad...and because the good outweighed the bad, the worst, she did it.
At least she’d have her mother.
But now she didn’t even have that. Dad...he couldn’t help her. He wouldn’t, and she’d never ask him to. She’d never ask anyone to.
Yet he gave her an hour. He was so honest...so decent, even if she was a bad person.
He held her...he told her without words that she still had a father.
But she didn’t have a home. She didn’t have anywhere she could go.
The only thing Kate had left was the ability to run.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 302
Why?
The tears were hot, searing as they rolled down her cheeks to match the rain outside.
Why, Ma?
She had nowhere left to go...not even her father was safe, not for more than a word. Her father...her dad. The only one she ever had...regardless of whose blood flowed through her veins. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? It was Wayne’s blood, and not Sam’s. And everyone had lied to her...including her mother.
But Kate had tried...the only way she knew how. Like killing a snake by cutting off its head, if she could kill Wayne to protect her mother...maybe cure that evil he’d put in her just by being the man Ma had fucked at the right time of the month.
She had so many reasons to kill him, good and bad...and because the good outweighed the bad, the worst, she did it.
At least she’d have her mother.
But now she didn’t even have that. Dad...he couldn’t help her. He wouldn’t, and she’d never ask him to. She’d never ask anyone to.
Yet he gave her an hour. He was so honest...so decent, even if she was a bad person.
He held her...he told her without words that she still had a father.
But she didn’t have a home. She didn’t have anywhere she could go.
The only thing Kate had left was the ability to run.
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 302
