kind of a stretch
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onepiece_300Title: Scraps
Character: Franky
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 152
Prompt: Virgin
Notes: I kinda used my own interpretations of virginity in this one. I generally view virginity and losing it to be the preservation or loss of something important, regardless of whether or not it's in a sexual context. In this case, it's not. AHURR. 9u6
Summary: Musings upon near-death.
The water had been red.
He was dying, and the water had been red.
Body broken, nerves screaming, veins and arteries leaking...colouring the surrounding ocean.
Red, red, red.
This lifetime, however short, had been a waste.
Failure as a child, abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love him.
Failure as a carpenter, building ships that only worked to injure the ones whom he was supposed to love.
Failure as an apprentice, letting that train run off with the person he loved most.
Red, red, red.
Maybe they’d miss him.
There’s no way I’ll ever forgive you, Franky!
Maybe not.
Damaged nerves hissed as a body too battered to function reached out for a nearby ship.
Cried as it pulled itself up.
Shrieked as it continued to stand.
Red, red, red.
This lifetime had been a waste.
Scrap metal...
He would make sure he was better prepared for the next one.
Character: Franky
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 152
Prompt: Virgin
Notes: I kinda used my own interpretations of virginity in this one. I generally view virginity and losing it to be the preservation or loss of something important, regardless of whether or not it's in a sexual context. In this case, it's not. AHURR. 9u6
Summary: Musings upon near-death.
The water had been red.
He was dying, and the water had been red.
Body broken, nerves screaming, veins and arteries leaking...colouring the surrounding ocean.
Red, red, red.
This lifetime, however short, had been a waste.
Failure as a child, abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love him.
Failure as a carpenter, building ships that only worked to injure the ones whom he was supposed to love.
Failure as an apprentice, letting that train run off with the person he loved most.
Red, red, red.
Maybe they’d miss him.
There’s no way I’ll ever forgive you, Franky!
Maybe not.
Damaged nerves hissed as a body too battered to function reached out for a nearby ship.
Cried as it pulled itself up.
Shrieked as it continued to stand.
Red, red, red.
This lifetime had been a waste.
Scrap metal...
He would make sure he was better prepared for the next one.
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Date: 2010-03-23 09:41 am (UTC)Franky's rebirth. Death virginity is a really crazy concept!
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Date: 2010-03-23 06:55 pm (UTC)Introspection is for the win, and poor Franky! I have to give him a hug...
This was really cool, though, and I love all the parallel structure going on. My heart was breaking at the "maybe they'd miss him, maybe not" part. Awww! *sob*
LOVE the ending line. ^^
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Date: 2010-03-27 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-27 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-27 03:06 pm (UTC)