Post by Cammie Moonites on Sept 12, 2008 8:43:39 GMT -10
This is just something random I wrote, after the Finale, it kinda came out of no where as you can tell and its a rough draft, I hope you enjoy.
PLEASE COMMENT because I want to use it in a fan fiction and I want to see what you think
I could hear the gunshot echo and reverberate through the tarmac.
Something told me it was heading right at its target…. Me.
I am not the kind of man to be caught off guard. Nor do I allow it to happen.
But something deep within, that day was telling me to stay put, and not to react.
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As the bullet pierced my flesh and I fell to the ground, I wondered, if anyone had heard the sound—
Of my dying pleas…
Of my struggle, to stay conscious.
Something also told me that this was supposed to happen… but I did not know why.
The only thing on my mind was staying alive.
Something told me, that if I moved I would die.
I stayed where I was laying, and assumed the position, as if I knew I wasn’t going to be conscious long.
Quickly I prayed for his guidance, and safety, and looked to the sky, in the distance, wondering, if I was going to die.
I’d never been caught off guard, no that’s a lie.
It was that day, I let my guard down, that I saw Tim Speedle die.
Now as I lay here, on this wet tarmac watching my blood meld with the saline fluid of rain, I’m wondering if this was just a game.
But I know the truth, they will save me, my team, my co-workers, they will, if I indeed lose it all as I lie here. Will make sure, I get what I deserve.
But that is not who I am, I do not give up so easily.
I will not die, I refuse……
And then I’m wondering, what have I got to lose?
Marisol is gone, is she not….
And I’ve fallen, just like her, from just one shot.
Maybe its guilt, maybe it’s the pain, but whatever it is, I’m going insane.
These are not normal thoughts of mine, for I will not allow myself, to die.
I will not, allow myself to die.
Not today, for Miami still needs a soldier, willing to fight for the victims, and that is me......
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Horatio's thoughts begin to fade into a nothingness that is the darkness of blood loss. And slowly but surley, his body begins to stop, and he becomes limp, lying on that blood soaked, wet tarmac....
And no one seems to feel the need to save him....
But he promised himself one thing, before he allowed the darkness to consume him....
He will not die.
PLEASE COMMENT because I want to use it in a fan fiction and I want to see what you think
I could hear the gunshot echo and reverberate through the tarmac.
Something told me it was heading right at its target…. Me.
I am not the kind of man to be caught off guard. Nor do I allow it to happen.
But something deep within, that day was telling me to stay put, and not to react.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the bullet pierced my flesh and I fell to the ground, I wondered, if anyone had heard the sound—
Of my dying pleas…
Of my struggle, to stay conscious.
Something also told me that this was supposed to happen… but I did not know why.
The only thing on my mind was staying alive.
Something told me, that if I moved I would die.
I stayed where I was laying, and assumed the position, as if I knew I wasn’t going to be conscious long.
Quickly I prayed for his guidance, and safety, and looked to the sky, in the distance, wondering, if I was going to die.
I’d never been caught off guard, no that’s a lie.
It was that day, I let my guard down, that I saw Tim Speedle die.
Now as I lay here, on this wet tarmac watching my blood meld with the saline fluid of rain, I’m wondering if this was just a game.
But I know the truth, they will save me, my team, my co-workers, they will, if I indeed lose it all as I lie here. Will make sure, I get what I deserve.
But that is not who I am, I do not give up so easily.
I will not die, I refuse……
And then I’m wondering, what have I got to lose?
Marisol is gone, is she not….
And I’ve fallen, just like her, from just one shot.
Maybe its guilt, maybe it’s the pain, but whatever it is, I’m going insane.
These are not normal thoughts of mine, for I will not allow myself, to die.
I will not, allow myself to die.
Not today, for Miami still needs a soldier, willing to fight for the victims, and that is me......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Horatio's thoughts begin to fade into a nothingness that is the darkness of blood loss. And slowly but surley, his body begins to stop, and he becomes limp, lying on that blood soaked, wet tarmac....
And no one seems to feel the need to save him....
But he promised himself one thing, before he allowed the darkness to consume him....
He will not die.
Like I just started with the first sentance, and let my mind go, and thats what came from it.
