Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 11, 2008 19:59:48 GMT -5
Second part of the lovely fic. Here's some sketches of him being his idiotic self:
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My Reason For Murder
Her name is June
Conway's breath caught in his throat as he listened to the conversation between to the two women at the counter.
"It looks like June's bills have been paid for in advance for--"
"Over twenty years. Yeah. I heard. Hard to miss something like that." The tall and thin biped shifted her weight as she skimmed through a folder containing various files. "You know, they said that the director himself may take her in."
"But what about her treatments? She's not getting any better from what her charts say."
"It's the director. He can do whatever he wants," the biped said with a note of finality. She slammed the folder shut before walking off down the corridors. The other woman sighed before going back to her work by candle light.
Conway took a deep breath before taking a proper form and scurrying down the hallway.
--
"June," Conway said louder than he would have liked to. The girl shifted in her hazy half-sleep to look at him. Her eyes instantly brightened when she saw the figure of her brother in the doorway. She perked up and was about to hop out of bed until her brother held up a hand and shook his head.
What was with that look on his face? He only had that look when something really bad happened. "What's wrong?" June asked as she looked up at her brother.
"I... I did something horrible," he said in a whimper as he slid to his knees.
"I don't understand."
"I killed someone very important."
June hesitated for a moment. She shook off the feeling of foreboding before padding over to her brother. She sat down in front of him and put her nose under his chin. "You're not in trouble are you?"
He remained silent. He was in trouble, just not in the way June was thinking. "I need to go away for a long time."
"What? No! Conway what are you talking about?" His sister pushed her nose careful against his throat. She traced one of the scars with her nose before setting her head on his shoulder. Why was he so panicked? What had he really done?
"I did something really bad. I killed someone really important. June, I can't have you pay for something I did, I have to leave. You won't see me for a very long time." He shuddered as he carefully wrapped his arms around his sister and hugged her.
"Conway... I'm so confused. Why won't you tell me what happened?" She sniffed, tears rolling down her cheeks and being soaked up by her fur. She didn't want her big brother to leave. June was terrified that the nurses wouldn't believe her anymore. They would say her brother was a dream, and she wouldn't be able to confirm his existence anymore. "I don't want you to go."
"But I have to," he whispered. Slowly he let go of her so he could take her by the chin and look her in the eye. He gave her a weak smile before saying, "You know I'll always come back. Even if it takes me an extra long time."
"But..."
"No more but's. No real good-byes. I just need to go now, okay?"
"Okay..." she said as he wiped away the tears. Why did everyone have to go away? She just wanted to live happily ever after with her brother.
He kissed her lightly on the forehead before standing back up to full height.
She took a few steps back and watched her brother leave silently. They didn't believe he existed. But he did. He always would.
---
Conway shifted through the files. His eyes fell on the name "Juniper." It was such a beautiful name for his sister, but he could never use it. His father had seen to that. The young man took a deep breath as he continued to shift through the papers. All of the reports said the same thing about him. He was non-existent, as well as the demons that his sister seemed to face. Apparently she wouldn't tell them what was wrong. Not that she could explain what happened to her ten years ago. Why would she tell a stranger something that important?
Finally Conway's eyes stopped searching. He raised an eyebrow. So that was it then? The director really was going to take her in and adopt her. She would get treatment, but the option of having a home.
She'd never take it because of him. Conway shuddered as he closed the file. He put it back in its proper place before turning the exit through the window.
He had no money, no place to go, and his last family member that he cared about was stuck in an Asylum because he couldn't take care of her.
He was better off dead.
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My Reason For Murder
Her name is June
Conway's breath caught in his throat as he listened to the conversation between to the two women at the counter.
"It looks like June's bills have been paid for in advance for--"
"Over twenty years. Yeah. I heard. Hard to miss something like that." The tall and thin biped shifted her weight as she skimmed through a folder containing various files. "You know, they said that the director himself may take her in."
"But what about her treatments? She's not getting any better from what her charts say."
"It's the director. He can do whatever he wants," the biped said with a note of finality. She slammed the folder shut before walking off down the corridors. The other woman sighed before going back to her work by candle light.
Conway took a deep breath before taking a proper form and scurrying down the hallway.
--
"June," Conway said louder than he would have liked to. The girl shifted in her hazy half-sleep to look at him. Her eyes instantly brightened when she saw the figure of her brother in the doorway. She perked up and was about to hop out of bed until her brother held up a hand and shook his head.
What was with that look on his face? He only had that look when something really bad happened. "What's wrong?" June asked as she looked up at her brother.
"I... I did something horrible," he said in a whimper as he slid to his knees.
"I don't understand."
"I killed someone very important."
June hesitated for a moment. She shook off the feeling of foreboding before padding over to her brother. She sat down in front of him and put her nose under his chin. "You're not in trouble are you?"
He remained silent. He was in trouble, just not in the way June was thinking. "I need to go away for a long time."
"What? No! Conway what are you talking about?" His sister pushed her nose careful against his throat. She traced one of the scars with her nose before setting her head on his shoulder. Why was he so panicked? What had he really done?
"I did something really bad. I killed someone really important. June, I can't have you pay for something I did, I have to leave. You won't see me for a very long time." He shuddered as he carefully wrapped his arms around his sister and hugged her.
"Conway... I'm so confused. Why won't you tell me what happened?" She sniffed, tears rolling down her cheeks and being soaked up by her fur. She didn't want her big brother to leave. June was terrified that the nurses wouldn't believe her anymore. They would say her brother was a dream, and she wouldn't be able to confirm his existence anymore. "I don't want you to go."
"But I have to," he whispered. Slowly he let go of her so he could take her by the chin and look her in the eye. He gave her a weak smile before saying, "You know I'll always come back. Even if it takes me an extra long time."
"But..."
"No more but's. No real good-byes. I just need to go now, okay?"
"Okay..." she said as he wiped away the tears. Why did everyone have to go away? She just wanted to live happily ever after with her brother.
He kissed her lightly on the forehead before standing back up to full height.
She took a few steps back and watched her brother leave silently. They didn't believe he existed. But he did. He always would.
---
Conway shifted through the files. His eyes fell on the name "Juniper." It was such a beautiful name for his sister, but he could never use it. His father had seen to that. The young man took a deep breath as he continued to shift through the papers. All of the reports said the same thing about him. He was non-existent, as well as the demons that his sister seemed to face. Apparently she wouldn't tell them what was wrong. Not that she could explain what happened to her ten years ago. Why would she tell a stranger something that important?
Finally Conway's eyes stopped searching. He raised an eyebrow. So that was it then? The director really was going to take her in and adopt her. She would get treatment, but the option of having a home.
She'd never take it because of him. Conway shuddered as he closed the file. He put it back in its proper place before turning the exit through the window.
He had no money, no place to go, and his last family member that he cared about was stuck in an Asylum because he couldn't take care of her.
He was better off dead.
