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[#089] It's Been a Hell of a Ride But I'm Thinking its Time to Go (Original)
Theme Prompt: #089 - Success
Title: Been a Hell of a Ride but I’m Thinking it’s Time to Go
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 544
Summary: Clara takes desperate measures to finish the job.
I slam the heavy metal doors shut between the oncoming guards and me. Bloodied hands slip against the metal, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it closed on my own. My eyes scan the room, catching sight of a broomstick abandoned on the floor during evacuation. The doors buckle with the force of someone throwing their weight against them, and I shove my shoulder into the space to help them hold.
It works for now. I take a breath and keep my eyes on the prize.
Footsteps retreat, and I dart away to grab the dowel from the ground, sliding it into the handles of the doors to keep it in place. As I back out, they try to push through the doors again, but the door holds. One, two, three times, and the door doesn’t budge.
“Okay. Time to get to work.”
I make my way over to the computer panels and begin hitting buttons, maxing out settings in a way that will promote a meltdown. As the readings start to reach the outside world, the phone rings. At first, I ignore it, but it keeps ringing, again and again, until I finally slide my finger across the screen to answer.
“You can’t stop me.”
“I’m not trying to, Clara.”
Ryan’s voice cuts through my determined thoughts, and after hitting the last few buttons on the keyboard, I reach for the phone and pull it closer before turning to sink to the floor against the console.
“Really?” I ask. “That’s a first.”
“I don’t know. I think this time doing it the Clara way might be the right call.” His voice trembles, and I hear him sniffle. “And I know you well enough to know that this wouldn’t be your option if we had any other choice.”
I tip my head back towards the ceiling as warning messages flash across the screens. “Yeah, I didn’t intend on ending the world.” Tears sting at my eyes, and I reach one hand up to swipe at the face. “But they’re killing us already. Might as well take the fuckers down with us.”
“I can second that.” His breathing hitches, and silence stretches between us before he speaks again. “Do you think you can make it home?”
The tears start rolling because there’s nothing I would like better to be in his arms as everything comes to an end. I look down at the gash in my side, still bleeding and turning my clothes red. And even if I weren’t injured, the moment I stepped out those doors, they would kill me. Maybe that would be preferable to dying in a fiery explosion, but I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
“Sorry, babe. But I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“I love you,” I whisper as the timer starts to approach the ten-second mark. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. How much longer do we have?”
“Five seconds.”
“Stay with me to the end.”
The timer hits three, and I nod. “Always.”
And when it finally comes to zero, I can’t say that I would have done anything differently. For better or worse, that’s what matters.
Title: Been a Hell of a Ride but I’m Thinking it’s Time to Go
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 544
Summary: Clara takes desperate measures to finish the job.
I slam the heavy metal doors shut between the oncoming guards and me. Bloodied hands slip against the metal, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it closed on my own. My eyes scan the room, catching sight of a broomstick abandoned on the floor during evacuation. The doors buckle with the force of someone throwing their weight against them, and I shove my shoulder into the space to help them hold.
It works for now. I take a breath and keep my eyes on the prize.
Footsteps retreat, and I dart away to grab the dowel from the ground, sliding it into the handles of the doors to keep it in place. As I back out, they try to push through the doors again, but the door holds. One, two, three times, and the door doesn’t budge.
“Okay. Time to get to work.”
I make my way over to the computer panels and begin hitting buttons, maxing out settings in a way that will promote a meltdown. As the readings start to reach the outside world, the phone rings. At first, I ignore it, but it keeps ringing, again and again, until I finally slide my finger across the screen to answer.
“You can’t stop me.”
“I’m not trying to, Clara.”
Ryan’s voice cuts through my determined thoughts, and after hitting the last few buttons on the keyboard, I reach for the phone and pull it closer before turning to sink to the floor against the console.
“Really?” I ask. “That’s a first.”
“I don’t know. I think this time doing it the Clara way might be the right call.” His voice trembles, and I hear him sniffle. “And I know you well enough to know that this wouldn’t be your option if we had any other choice.”
I tip my head back towards the ceiling as warning messages flash across the screens. “Yeah, I didn’t intend on ending the world.” Tears sting at my eyes, and I reach one hand up to swipe at the face. “But they’re killing us already. Might as well take the fuckers down with us.”
“I can second that.” His breathing hitches, and silence stretches between us before he speaks again. “Do you think you can make it home?”
The tears start rolling because there’s nothing I would like better to be in his arms as everything comes to an end. I look down at the gash in my side, still bleeding and turning my clothes red. And even if I weren’t injured, the moment I stepped out those doors, they would kill me. Maybe that would be preferable to dying in a fiery explosion, but I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
“Sorry, babe. But I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“I love you,” I whisper as the timer starts to approach the ten-second mark. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. How much longer do we have?”
“Five seconds.”
“Stay with me to the end.”
The timer hits three, and I nod. “Always.”
And when it finally comes to zero, I can’t say that I would have done anything differently. For better or worse, that’s what matters.
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