Everybody knows...
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zg_shadowsThe song had been playing on the radio when Firinne woke up that evening. It had matched her mood, and now it seemed to have caught in her ears, because she had been hearing echoes of it all day.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Firinne thought she'd always known that. She'd known that since the first body she'd seen, lying in the street with wide eyes open and surprised. One of the good guys, who hadn't even picked up a gun and had just been trying to get to work. She'd been reminded again by the sight of the twelve thin figures, wreathed in flame whilst the albino chanted. When that kind of ritual goes down, you know the good guys are never going to come out ahead.
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Firinne sighed.
She still had a photograph of Jimmy Pin, hidden in a locket that she'd buried in a box in the woods. She liked knowing it was there, but she didn't want it anywhere that someone could find it.
She hadn't heard from him in years now, since he faked his own death and then left to find things to go and kill. Yet some nights, when she woke up alone, she still thought she could catch his scent on the pillow beside her. Pintz, she had found, reminded her a little of Jimmy, with the brutality and the swagger, and ever since she'd seen that she hadn't wanted to kill him anymore.
She still would, when the devil drove, but she'd mourn his death. Almost sincerely.
She had a photograph of Valdez in a frame as well. A staged shot, because why would she have anything else? She missed him at times, as well, although she knew that she'd given the order to kill him. Firinne half smiled. It was odd, really. The boy who had tried hard to make her human had done the reverse. When she'd met him, she'd had a soul. She'd clung on to her Humanity, she'd kept the Beast in line with a desire to still be kind. Now there was nothing. Just faith and blood, and an unwillingness to give in. Was she even capable of love? She doubted it.
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Damnit. What was the point in musing on the past.
The Sabbat told her that the Antediluvians were rising. She'd seen a dragon rising up in the centre of London and she only had four more months to placate Sharack and the Men in White before they opened fire on her people.
Time was running out, and she didn't want to waste her time musing on her lonely soul. She had bigger things to worry about.
And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
Everybody knows...
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Firinne thought she'd always known that. She'd known that since the first body she'd seen, lying in the street with wide eyes open and surprised. One of the good guys, who hadn't even picked up a gun and had just been trying to get to work. She'd been reminded again by the sight of the twelve thin figures, wreathed in flame whilst the albino chanted. When that kind of ritual goes down, you know the good guys are never going to come out ahead.
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Firinne sighed.
She still had a photograph of Jimmy Pin, hidden in a locket that she'd buried in a box in the woods. She liked knowing it was there, but she didn't want it anywhere that someone could find it.
She hadn't heard from him in years now, since he faked his own death and then left to find things to go and kill. Yet some nights, when she woke up alone, she still thought she could catch his scent on the pillow beside her. Pintz, she had found, reminded her a little of Jimmy, with the brutality and the swagger, and ever since she'd seen that she hadn't wanted to kill him anymore.
She still would, when the devil drove, but she'd mourn his death. Almost sincerely.
She had a photograph of Valdez in a frame as well. A staged shot, because why would she have anything else? She missed him at times, as well, although she knew that she'd given the order to kill him. Firinne half smiled. It was odd, really. The boy who had tried hard to make her human had done the reverse. When she'd met him, she'd had a soul. She'd clung on to her Humanity, she'd kept the Beast in line with a desire to still be kind. Now there was nothing. Just faith and blood, and an unwillingness to give in. Was she even capable of love? She doubted it.
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Damnit. What was the point in musing on the past.
The Sabbat told her that the Antediluvians were rising. She'd seen a dragon rising up in the centre of London and she only had four more months to placate Sharack and the Men in White before they opened fire on her people.
Time was running out, and she didn't want to waste her time musing on her lonely soul. She had bigger things to worry about.
And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
Everybody knows...
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