What's worse than a TRAIN!?!
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righthanddoomCharacter: Red (Hellboy)
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 513
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scifi_muses vol2.week10
Eddie Valiant: One too many refrigerators dropped on his head?
Setting: Halloween Night at Bellamie Hospital - Hellboy Movie
AN: Red muses about things that nearly killed him when Liz gets worried about him getting run over by a train. Tweaking the conversation from the movie a bit so that I can expand the scene. A bit of borrowed dialogue.
I’m telling you, it’s not the first time.” I try to sound indifferent when Liz’s eyes grow wide with worry and shock. That’s just the way she is; she worries too much. Not enough about herself, and too much for everyone else.
“You’ve almost lost your head before?” Liz wraps her sweater around her a bit tighter, trying to shut out the cold autumn air. She really should have a jacket. I’d give her mine, but it’s the only thing covering that nasty bite, and I don’t want her to see that. “I’ve never seen that happen.” She finishes with a shake of her head, as if her not seeing something means it never actually happened. If only it was that simple.
“All in a days work, kid.” I smile as I open another beer. Last one. I drank ‘em fast tonight. “You sure you don’t want one?” I ask as I pass it in front of her.
“No, I’m fine.” She shakes her head gently and continues to stare at the ground, the leaves that are scattered around rustling whenever a gust of wind would blow by. It’s Halloween. We used to love Halloween. Never could get out of working though. There’s a reason it’s a spooky holiday; the spooky shit always goes down on Halloween. Secretaries Day is a close second though.
“You need to find a better job.” She says after a few moments, looking up at me with a teasing smile, her eyes glistening a bit, reflecting the streetlights. Is she really worried that about me? No, she can’t be.
“I’ve had worse dropped on my head.” I shrug as I drain the last beer, shaking it to be sure it was all gone. My arm’s killing me; that damned Hellhound got me good, but it’s dead now. That’s all that matters. The beer takes the edge off the pain; wish I had something stronger though
“Worse than a TRAIN?” She frowns at me before letting a tiny laugh escape her. She doesn’t believe me.
“Yeah,” I say casually. “There was that time my ‘chute failed. That was more hitting the mountain, but still,” I tap my head with my left fist. “Head first, no picnic.”
“I remember that.” She smiles at me, a sad smile but it was there. “You pulled through OK though.” She folds her hands in her lap. I can see her nails are bitten down to nothing.
“Always.” I say quietly as I toss the empty can into the bin with the rest of them. I try to hide a painful wince, but she’s staring right at me. Doubt she’ll miss that.
“You better get that looked at.” She frowns when the bite on my arm is exposed, looking from my eyes then back to my arm. It looked worse than it was. They always do. Teeth have a way of mangling flesh like nothing else. It should be healing though. I heal faster than most. I’m lucky like that.
“Just a scratch.” I shrug. It really is. Tonight, I got off easy.
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 513
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week10 Eddie Valiant: One too many refrigerators dropped on his head?
Setting: Halloween Night at Bellamie Hospital - Hellboy Movie
AN: Red muses about things that nearly killed him when Liz gets worried about him getting run over by a train. Tweaking the conversation from the movie a bit so that I can expand the scene. A bit of borrowed dialogue.
I’m telling you, it’s not the first time.” I try to sound indifferent when Liz’s eyes grow wide with worry and shock. That’s just the way she is; she worries too much. Not enough about herself, and too much for everyone else.
“You’ve almost lost your head before?” Liz wraps her sweater around her a bit tighter, trying to shut out the cold autumn air. She really should have a jacket. I’d give her mine, but it’s the only thing covering that nasty bite, and I don’t want her to see that. “I’ve never seen that happen.” She finishes with a shake of her head, as if her not seeing something means it never actually happened. If only it was that simple.
“All in a days work, kid.” I smile as I open another beer. Last one. I drank ‘em fast tonight. “You sure you don’t want one?” I ask as I pass it in front of her.
“No, I’m fine.” She shakes her head gently and continues to stare at the ground, the leaves that are scattered around rustling whenever a gust of wind would blow by. It’s Halloween. We used to love Halloween. Never could get out of working though. There’s a reason it’s a spooky holiday; the spooky shit always goes down on Halloween. Secretaries Day is a close second though.
“You need to find a better job.” She says after a few moments, looking up at me with a teasing smile, her eyes glistening a bit, reflecting the streetlights. Is she really worried that about me? No, she can’t be.
“I’ve had worse dropped on my head.” I shrug as I drain the last beer, shaking it to be sure it was all gone. My arm’s killing me; that damned Hellhound got me good, but it’s dead now. That’s all that matters. The beer takes the edge off the pain; wish I had something stronger though
“Worse than a TRAIN?” She frowns at me before letting a tiny laugh escape her. She doesn’t believe me.
“Yeah,” I say casually. “There was that time my ‘chute failed. That was more hitting the mountain, but still,” I tap my head with my left fist. “Head first, no picnic.”
“I remember that.” She smiles at me, a sad smile but it was there. “You pulled through OK though.” She folds her hands in her lap. I can see her nails are bitten down to nothing.
“Always.” I say quietly as I toss the empty can into the bin with the rest of them. I try to hide a painful wince, but she’s staring right at me. Doubt she’ll miss that.
“You better get that looked at.” She frowns when the bite on my arm is exposed, looking from my eyes then back to my arm. It looked worse than it was. They always do. Teeth have a way of mangling flesh like nothing else. It should be healing though. I heal faster than most. I’m lucky like that.
“Just a scratch.” I shrug. It really is. Tonight, I got off easy.
