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You Already Know How This Ends; can't you damn kids see this is private
Topic Started: Jun 25 2011, 12:13 AM (2,331 Views)
Jonny
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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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((Julian Avery continued from Radio Nowhere))

Some folks pray for rain, some pray for douchebags.

No points for guessing which category Julian was in. Okay, admittedly, getting rained out wouldn't be the worst right now. Crowd all the kids into the dugout till there's sunny weather again, take a bit of a breather. Maybe slip some poison into that murderer's lemonade while nobody's looking? Maybe.

But yeah, no, mainly it would be nice for a douchebag to just fall out of the sky right now.

Cause let's not make any bones about it. Julian had something to prove right now. To himself, and to- no, mainly just to himself and definitely not to anyone else. Had something to remind himself about, because careful observation revealed that despite several claims of it, he had not actually done much boogeymaning recently.

I mean, do you count that stuff with Raidon? He did have a very angry face on for most of it. And he was saying some pretty scary things, so if the little ones at home wanted to cover their eyes and ask if it was okay to fast forward past this part, nobody could blame them.

But he didn't actually do anything. Didn't kill Raidon, didn't raise a hand against him.

And in the rare moment where moment where he stopped commanding himself not to, he thought of Raidon as a friend.

Do you count that stuff with Max? He did swing his sword around and he did throw a lot of big angry punches – and some of those punches even hit. He hit the scariest murderer and the scariest murderer bled. And he'd walked away from it without becoming another tally mark. So that had to be a signal, right, to all the girls and boys at home, that he was the big scary something that would come eat you at night if you didn't say your prayers.

But he didn't actually kill him. He just patted him on the shoulder and said something that, if you looked at sideways and squinted your eyes, was sorta clever.

So they didn't count.

So he wasn't really convincing.

So fix that.

Which couldn't be that hard, could it? Like, half the fucking people left on this island were psychos or something. Walk in a straight line in any given direction, and eventually some fucker with a machete will pop out from behind a corner and shout ooga booga booga.

Or, alternatively, just stand right where you are and watch exactly what you're looking for tumble down to meet you.

Say what you will about God's reliability, but if you ask him for douchebags he will deliver.
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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Jonny
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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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And the sound of footsteps getting distant-distant-gone meant it was over.

One very bad man, running to no particular safety, with enough new holes in him that his body was gonna have a hell of a time keeping his soul in till nightfall. One very bad man, running to his grave and he doesn't even know it. And he'll be so surprised when he gets here, and he'll be all What did I do wrong? I followed all the directions. I did everything I was told.

And it hurt a little to laugh, but Julian just had to do it anyway.

“Shit... I was getting pretty tired of him kicking my ass. Real glad to put that chapter of my life to rest.”

He was saying that to her, of course. Saying that to himself would just be weird. No, no, it was to his quiet little savior. It was to the girl who'd shown up out of nowhere and done a much better job of putting an end to Max than he could've ever managed. It was to... to...

“Alice, right?” Good with names, that Julian.

“Oui- Alice Boucher, yes.” She sat down, brushed her knees. And he fell over backwards, nice view of the sky. “Julian Avery?”

“Yeah. Merci.” Good with languages, that Julian. “You go around dropping killers often?”

“Not often. Only once before this.”

“Well, shit. You wanna?”

“I... I think I do, yes.”

Which was good enough to make him pick his head up and give her a look. A strange sort of look, one that probably resembled the one she was giving him back. And he heroically plopped back down again.

“Huh. Fuck. That was easy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you're... excused, and shit.” And he picked himself up, which usually hurt a little less. One motion at a time, palm to the ground to brace himself, keeping his expression nice and level cause Max hadn't done shit to him and that was the only truth anyone was gonna see.

“But I mean... shit, I wish it was easy as that. There's a couple of things I need to make clear before you go ahead and join up with me... we'll see if you still want in after I'm done. Yeah?

“Most important thing is that this isn't about doing good. This isn't about being good. You start walking down this path with me, you're not a good guy anymore. You're a killer. There's no redemption in it. It's about being the biggest monster, the one that's scary enough that it eats up all the others when it wants to.

“Biggest monster dies at the end of the book.”

And everything was so quiet.

“You still in?”
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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And so she didn't get to see the end of the book.

There was a flash and a crack and silence. A girl fell down and didn't get back up.

There was nobody around to care.
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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Look, look, I did it.

To nobody in particular. So nobody in particular clapped, patted him on the back, told him what a bang-up job he'd done.

Well, fuck, somebody ought to. Because, come on. Max Lombardi was finally dead because of him. All those checkmarks next to Max's name. All those grieving parents at home who'd known exactly how it was going to end when Max stepped into the same frame as their kid. Nobody else was gonna get put on those lists. Show of hands: who'd thought that son of a bitch had been invincible?

And all the hands in the world shot up in Julian's head. And it was magnificent.

There was one hand that wasn't raised. Belonged to Alice Boucher, who was having a bit of trouble working up the enthusiasm to do it. Huh, couldn't imagine why...

Well, here's why.

When you offer someone a chance to be your partner, you have a certain amount of expectations. You hope and you wish and you pray that you'll like them, that you'll work well together, that your goals and your methods and your favorite sports teams will match up. But you can forgive your partner for not meeting those hopes. You expect that they won't turn out to be the exact thing you've been hunting. You expect that they won't tell you that they're already a monster, like that's something to be goddamn proud of.

Is that too much to ask for?

And a part of him wished it'd happened differently. That he could've looked at the situation a little more calmly. Well, see, it is actually a pretty serious thing that you are this monstrous, and I should maybe kill you for the rest of the island's safety, but you seem like you are sorry for what you did so instead I will point out that killing a dude is usually not considered a valid route to redemption. So I am gonna withdraw my offer of partnership, sorry if that is a dick move or anything.

But that was never going to happen. That would have been forgiving. So that would have been unacceptable.

A kid on an island whined and shouted and broke what wasn't his. And he called it a manifesto.

He kept saying partner, didn't he. Pretty loud, pretty strong, but every time there was this little voice that said otherwise. Said no. Said replacement. Said it very softly from the hole in his stomach getting bigger, getting bigger, getting this pretty shade of dark red.

The thing about Maxwell Lombardi was that he was very good at killing people.

And a part of him actually considered adding another checkmark next to Max's name, but even Julian had some limits to the amount of melodramatic bullshit he could tolerate from himself. So he turned to the nearest camera and he stumbled a step forward. And he started to do what was almost definitely the exact opposite of melodramatic bullshit.

“Um, hi. I was hoping I could say this all right after killing Max, but, you know... shit happens. This is to... anyone who saw me take Max down and was all 'yeah, Julian's kinda a badass'. Umm, fuck you. That's... mainly what needs to be said here. Fuck anyone who thinks I did anything right. You're not helping anything. And this, I dunno, this might all be redundant after Alice. But all I'm saying is if I'm down there and I see any of you wearing a t-shirt with my face on it, I will haunt your ass.”

And it hurt a lot to laugh, but he just had to do it anyway. Had to show everyone what kind of guy he was. Kill a girl in cold blood, laugh at your own jokes. One hand still holding a gun, one hand held against his shirt trying to keep all the blood from coming out at once, one face doing its best impression of mirth. This is how to lose friends.

And God, wouldn't it just be great if he meant any of that? To command the world to remember him at his worst and to mean it. To see everyone cursing his name at once for what he'd done and to not mind a bit. That would be the greatest freedom he could ask for.

But he was already walking, wasn't he. In a straight line that he knew was going to lead to Raidon. In a direction he'd chosen at random, but the one he knew was going to take him where he wanted to go. He was going to put his left foot forward, right foot forward, till he found Raidon and he delivered his most important message.

I'm not a coward. See? I'm not a coward.

And courage was the man with a gun in his hand.

Or, fuck it, it didn't even have to be Raidon. Anyone would do, anyone to hear and to listen and to know who he was and who he wanted to be.

Or, fuck it, it didn't even have to be that message. Any message would do, it could even be just to say that he'd lived and that he'd tried.

And he was walking in a straight line, a little slower than the minute before, ready to say anything to anyone, ready to say the words that'd make it hurt just a little bit less.

And he was walking in a straight line, a little slower than the minute before, and he was gonna find that anyone sometime soon.

You already know how that ends.


B098 Julian Avery: DECEASED
Edited by Jonny, Jul 13 2011, 11:56 PM.
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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