The Dry Taste of Death

[krickets]

Not really sure where this is coming from. I have a strange fascination with Richard and his immortal self, so there may be more of him. (And maybe not.) Let me know what you think! :D

Title: The Dry Taste of Death
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Richard, Ben
WordCount: 100
Prompt: Inject
Summary: Post finale future. Richard sits in quiet judgement.



"You fucked it up this time."

Ben was supposed to be different. Ben was different, only far too human, selfish and cruel, and sad – too sad.

"Richard?"

He’s vulnerable, alone in the dark, and the name he calls isn’t right, never was. But Richard can’t even remember the first.

"You got it wrong."

"What?" Ben slurs, stirs, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the tent, the dry taste of death in his mouth, a grave shadow moving over him. He doesn’t even feel the pinprick.

"All wrong," he repeats. And after a moment, "I’m sorry."

Ben never hears this apology.

-fin

Comments

[made-in-ink.livejournal.com]

This fic is excellent; sheer brilliance.

It has everything I love in a Lost fic; it's dark and features the Others. These are the best kind of fics to write (imo anyway as proved by my Goodwin/Alex fics) but they are always a pleasure to read. In fact this kind of fic is exactly what I love to pop up on my friends list so kudos.

Ben was different, only far too human, selfish and cruel, and sad – too sad.

Such a perfect sentence that sums up Ben and his 'leadership' of the Others and ties in somewhat with the growing discontent among the others at his recent decisions as portrayed at the end of this season.

Kudos

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Wow thanks so much! I'm glad you found these! They're definitely interesting to write that's for sure! I like dark/angsty pieces.