FIC: "Bastard", Hawkeye Pierce

[rwryter]

Title: Bastard
Author: hawkeyecat
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Claim: General Series
Character(S): Hawkeye Pierce
Prompt: 030. Death
Community: fanfic100
Word Count: 111
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Ahaha, you’re funny.
Author's Notes: Dark ficlet. Not beta-read.


The other side of the coin.

Bad luck, bad draw, poor hand, dealer’s fault.

Blame them all, blame yourself, curse yourself, damn near kill yourself over it.

Little things do it, tiny scraps of shrapnel, frighteningly pretty bullets. Seeping creeping yellow and white, gushing red.

Fight it, beat it back, succeed, fuck everything else. You can’t lose, because it’s not just a game, no matter what they think. Kick its sorry ass back to the pit it crawled from.

Cry, scream, shout, but keep it inside. Keep going, keep fighting, they’re all counting on you, only you, and you can’t let it win again.

Not ninety-five percent success; five percent failure.

Comments

[mijmeraar.livejournal.com]

It reads like Hawkeye. You know?

frighteningly pretty bullets

Bang, bang, bang. I almost couldn't keep up. It just has that rushed, mind in sixteen places at once feeling. You can feel everything despite the shortness of the fic. And the last lines just draw it all together. Great.

[rwryter.livejournal.com]

I have a lot of love for this one. It's one of the random ones that seemed to come from nowhere, and turned out beautifully, in my not-so-humble opinion.

Very glad you liked it, and thanks for the comment.

[amazonqueenkate.livejournal.com]

No idea what this is about, but I like the disconnectedness of it, and the sudden images that shock you and grab you. Very nice.

(Even if you had to cajole me into reading it. :P)

[rwryter.livejournal.com]

Hey, when I say I like one of my works, you should read it. =P

And thanks.