Title: Dust in the Wind
Author: Cosmic Castaway
E-mail – Bosco_Gurl@hotmail.com
Warnings: If you do not like the idea of one of the main characters dying, then I suggest you don’t read further on ?
Disclaimer: Not getting any profit on this! Do not own any of the characters I use in this story!
Summary: It’s hard when you lose one of your best friends.
Author Note: Originally I wasn’t going to post this, but Quickshot kind of gave me the encouragement as well, and, as usual, my Twin Sister Boscogirl did too ;)Thanks, both of you! Kind of short, but the second part is longer. Hope you like! Also, do not own the song at the end.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. With you gone, I feel nothing but this empty void deep with in my soul. I feel like somebody has a hold of my lungs and won’t let go, just squeezing them tighter and tighter.
I sit watching the TV in my uniform for I can’t even find the strength to take it off. I can barely figure out how I got back to the Garage. The news is now my enemy. They keep playing it over and over, reminding me that no matter how much I wish this to be a dream I know it isn’t. Another part of me is hoping that you some how ejected a second before you hit, but I know that isn’t true.
I knew. I knew only because a piece of me died as well. I want nothing more than to be alone but I fear that more then anything. What am I going to do without you there? You were always there, no matter what. When things looked the worse you didn’t give up hope.
How am I going to get through this? I always thought you would be there. It was like my mind had made you immortal and that you couldn’t bleed or fall. How wrong was I. You died there right in front of me, and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it.
I could fix anything; make anything out of a scrap of metal. But you weren’t metal, or some broken radio. You were a living being, that was now taken so brutally away from me. I had no control over it; you didn’t let me die with you like I should have!
Remember our oath? We do everything together as a team! That means you don’t make decisions for me! You don’t decide that you will stay with the jet and I be ejected because my life is worth more. How could you do this to me? I’m nothing without my partner beside me.
My eyes come up and I glance at the TV, and once again they show the jet colliding into the tower. I picture you so perfectly in my mind, as though you are standing right there in front of me. Your last ditch efforts to try and save our beloved jet, and, when you realize it won’t happen, you just close your eyes and embrace death.
Tears begin to form into my eyes as the explosion of the jet lights up the room. I feel something next to my hand and grabbing it, I let out a growl and I chuck it hard. It flies across the room and hits the TV with an explosion.
“Bingo.” The room is darkened, leaving me to sit there by myself with just my thoughts.
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