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pineslog2017-05-29 02:37 pm
windchasing) wrote in pineslog2017-05-29 02:37 pm
closed ➠ we built this town on shaky ground
Who: Pietro Maximoff, David Haller, Cassian Andor, Wanda Maximoff
Where: The hospital, people's respective homes.
When: Gently backdated to May 26th
What: Pietro wakes up after his death on May 20th, checks in with people
Warnings: Graphic description of death by electrocution & fire.
[Closed]
They tell him he was in an accident — a collision, and Pietro thinks, well, at least that is one thing to come out of their mouths that isn't a lie. Not technically speaking. He doesn't remember the impact, but he remembers running. Trees passing swift on his left and right and him believing, stupidly, that's all he would find out there. That the bit of metal he'd found in his leg was just a piece of stray shrapnel the doctors hadn't noticed before, that Poe and Steve had just been playing some kind of uncharacteristically elaborate prank, that of course Wayward Pines is isolated but there couldn't possibly be armed guards around its perimeter.
He remembers the sinking feeling in his gut as his speed abruptly sapped and he'd known they were right. Just before the fence came into view. Just before his feet failed to adjust to his slowed reflexes, before exhaustion overtook his limbs, before pain crackled through every nerve ending and his momentum hurled him forward despite it, before a blinding jolt of agony ignited his skin from the tips of his fingers to the cloying stink of burning hair and blackening flesh—
(Is that what it feels like to burn alive? Is that the last thing his mother had felt before she died?)
The minute the nurses leave him alone again, he runs his hands back through his unsinged hair, over his sore but unscarred skin, over the unshattered points of his elbows and knees, before his paling fingers come to press into the meat of his calf. Trembling nails dig into the skin around another small, hard lump.
Where: The hospital, people's respective homes.
When: Gently backdated to May 26th
What: Pietro wakes up after his death on May 20th, checks in with people
Warnings: Graphic description of death by electrocution & fire.
[Closed]
They tell him he was in an accident — a collision, and Pietro thinks, well, at least that is one thing to come out of their mouths that isn't a lie. Not technically speaking. He doesn't remember the impact, but he remembers running. Trees passing swift on his left and right and him believing, stupidly, that's all he would find out there. That the bit of metal he'd found in his leg was just a piece of stray shrapnel the doctors hadn't noticed before, that Poe and Steve had just been playing some kind of uncharacteristically elaborate prank, that of course Wayward Pines is isolated but there couldn't possibly be armed guards around its perimeter.
He remembers the sinking feeling in his gut as his speed abruptly sapped and he'd known they were right. Just before the fence came into view. Just before his feet failed to adjust to his slowed reflexes, before exhaustion overtook his limbs, before pain crackled through every nerve ending and his momentum hurled him forward despite it, before a blinding jolt of agony ignited his skin from the tips of his fingers to the cloying stink of burning hair and blackening flesh—
(Is that what it feels like to burn alive? Is that the last thing his mother had felt before she died?)
The minute the nurses leave him alone again, he runs his hands back through his unsinged hair, over his sore but unscarred skin, over the unshattered points of his elbows and knees, before his paling fingers come to press into the meat of his calf. Trembling nails dig into the skin around another small, hard lump.
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[ As if Pietro didn't also black out for what he can only guess was the same reason. The fence draining his will to live. He doesn't remember any loud noises, though. (Except for himself hitting the fence, of course.) ]
( What were you trying to do? Do you remember that? )