The STRAIGHT-UP DEATH meme
- Pick a character.
- Put their name and subject line in the header.
- Tagging people: RNG or just pick one below. Needless to say, this meme may contain TRIGGERS for death, violence and suicide.
- Posting people: the person who tagged you is now DYING.
- Have fun.
OPTIONS: - Illness: Self-explanatory. You're on your deathbed from a long and drawn-out illness. Time to call someone to your side for comfort, or for a confession...
- I Cannot Self Terminate: Maybe they're horribly injured, or maybe they've been mutated into a horrific monster. Either way, they can't tell anyone that they want to die--though no one doubts it. Will you be the one to take mercy on them?
- Execution: Once again, self-explanatory. You fought the law and the law won. This is probably the last time anyone will see you...or is the other character your executioner?
- Secretly Dying: Letting your friends and family know that you're terminally ill, or have been marked for death, or have a curse placed on you? No way. You'd rather keep them at ease. But all lies exist to be found out...
- And Make You Watch: This person has hurt you in every possible way, but you can't bring yourself to kill them...looks like there's no recourse but to kill yourself. But before you do it, there's just one way you can twist the knife a little...
- Bungled Suicide: You don't want to die, but can't think of any way to live. Fortunately, one of your friends has stumbled in at just the right time...
- Murder: Pretty self-explanatory. One of your characters is trying to kill the other.
- Fatal Accident: Drowned? Caught in a fire? Happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? All accidents and unhappy, untimely ends go here.
- Duel to the Death: You, sir/madam, have been offended in every possible way, and it's time to settle this once and for all.
- Old Age: Well, you've had a good run, haven't you? Somehow you managed to avoid all the other pitfalls your friends have, but everybody has to pay the piper eventually...
- Ghost: You're already dead. But you had some unfinished business to attend to, so you're making just one last visit...
- Other: Make up something or combine two or three!
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chopthatmeat2012-09-28 12:55 pm
best timing!
Except he knew that wasn't true. He lay in bed, staring blearily up at his boss, and he wanted so badly to laugh along, to feel thankful, something—but all he could think was how happy he'd be if Fury were dead.
And that's when he realized he—and everyone else—was in trouble.
He's doing better now, sort of. He's more alert, has a bit more energy. But all that means is the urge to systematically take out the team he'd helped form is growing stronger, and he's able to do less and less to fight it back.
When Clint appears in the room and sits, Phil blinks at him a few times before saying anything. Then, with a faint, pained smile:]
You look like you've had a bad day.
\o/
You could say that. [He blows out a breath, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his head, or at least cool down enough to see better through the sweat. Wiping his forehead, he only manages to clean some of it off, but it's enough.]
Looks like you've had worse. [He doesn't need to even flick his gaze up at the IV and bloodbags hanging about Coulson's bed like macabre holiday decorations.]
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Yeah, I guess.
[He gives Clint a quick once-over, brow furrowing slightly. The last time he saw the fellow agent, he was brainwashed and attacking the Helicarrier.
He pushes the memory away.]
You okay?
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I'm not going to shoot anyone. [It's honest and it's the answer he assumes his superior wants. He knows what he's done, brutally aware that he took lives, caused the deaths of other agents. The guilt hooks onto that fatigue and weighs him down further.
He breathes out slowly in a soft sigh.] How about you?
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Phil lifts a hand and winces—are all those IV tubes really necessary?—to rub his face.]
Honestly, no.
I mean, all this—
[He gestures to the medical equipment.]
This is fine. I've dealt with worse. But. [And here he bites his lip, unsure of how to continue.]
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But.
[It's only one word, but it's the only word that matters right now. Clint unconsciously sits a little straighter, that uneasy feeling from before multiplying in his gut.]
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Ow.]
It's—
[He doesn't know he's about to echo Natasha's words exactly. Except when he says them, they're more rushed, more urgent—and, unlike Natasha, he doesn't bother trying to hide the emotion behind them.
His back may hurt, but this hurts much more.]
I've been compromised. When Loki stabbed me, I think... I think his staff was enchanted or something. What happened to you is happening to me. Slower, but.
I know he's in there.
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He still manages to swallow, nodding silently for a moment.]
And you're sure.
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[Phil's eyes cloud over, just briefly, much the way Clint's did—there's no otherworldly glow to them yet, though.
Yet.
He blinks, hard, and shakes his head with his eyes still shut.]
I can't—
I wanted to kill Director Fury before. I pushed it back, but...
[He trails off, opening his eyes and looking down at his hands.]