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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-07 07:58 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-07 07:58 pm
Mary - Run Away as Fast as You Can
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Run Away as Fast as You Can
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Mary Winchester, mentions of John, Sam, Dean, and the Yellow-Eyed Demon.
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Pilot" and "All Hell Breaks Loose."
Summary: Try as hard as you can to run away and he always finds you in the end.
Author's Note: Written foreboniorchid in response to the Song Lyrics Meme (the lyrics are below the cut). Also includes my speculation based on what was revealed in the finale, so...yeah. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
This should have been my time. It’s over—it never began
I’ve close my eyes to so much for so long and I no longer can.
I’ve tried to blame it on fortune, some kind of twist in my fate
I know the truth and it haunts me. I learned it a little too late.
I know the truth and it mocks me. I know the truth and it shocks me.
I learned it a little too late.
- “I Know the Truth” from Aida
When Mary was younger, she thought she could escape everything by just ignoring it. It was more when she was a little girl, and her parents gave her a job she didn’t really want to do. She’d make a face, and pretend she didn’t hear it. And then, through some manner, whether it is parental intervention, or magic (she liked to believe most of the time that it was magic), the job would be finished, and she wouldn’t have had to lift a finger from what she was doing. It taught her at that young age, that if she tried hard enough, things would just disappear, and she would never have to worry about them.
Eventually, she grew up a bit and learned a bit of responsibility for herself and others. In the back of her mind, there was still a little girl who would whisper that she didn’t have to do that—ignore it and it’ll do itself. She managed to squash the voice every time—that is, until she was twenty-two, and she started her first fire. She was camping with some friends and managed to cover with the fact that she was supposed to be starting one, but the fact that she hadn’t even picked up the matches yet was causing her to freak out in a pretty big way.
It took some time, but eventually she got a handle on it. She learned how to do it at will, and have it not just be a knee-jerk reaction. But it wasn’t long before there was the man with the yellow eyes, trying to talk her into joining him—helping him. The things he was talking about—they terrified her. So she did what she did best. She pretended it never happened and she ran. She ran off to a small town in Kentucky, and to the arms of an ex-Marine doubling as a grease monkey. She started over—pretended she never had met the man with the yellow eyes, and that she was safe, she was normal. And for a while, it actually worked.
She had two beautiful little boys, and what she was always stayed in the back of her mind, she just moved forward—no looking back. At least, not until that one night, six months after she had given birth to her youngest, Sam, and she woke up to static on her baby monitor, and saw the shadowy figure standing in her son’s nursery that she had thought was her husband, but was very clearly not.
“You.”
He chose the slow way for her to die, where she didn’t lose consciousness right away, and in the end there would be nothing of her left. She stared down at the face of her baby, begging for a silent forgiveness for trying to ignore something she shouldn’t have. She prayed that Dean didn’t walk in on this—if Sam survived he probably wouldn’t remember, but if Dean—she didn’t want his last memory of her to be this. He didn’t deserve that. Her sweet beautiful baby boy didn’t deserve that.
As things started to fade around the edges, she heard John’s footsteps coming towards her, and watched as he went to Sam, and then the look of horror on his face was the last thing remembered as everything went dark, and the truth became increasingly clear.
You can’t run from him. He always finds you in the end.
Title: Run Away as Fast as You Can
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Mary Winchester, mentions of John, Sam, Dean, and the Yellow-Eyed Demon.
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Pilot" and "All Hell Breaks Loose."
Summary: Try as hard as you can to run away and he always finds you in the end.
Author's Note: Written for
eboniorchid in response to the Song Lyrics Meme (the lyrics are below the cut). Also includes my speculation based on what was revealed in the finale, so...yeah. Hope you like it!Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
This should have been my time. It’s over—it never began
I’ve close my eyes to so much for so long and I no longer can.
I’ve tried to blame it on fortune, some kind of twist in my fate
I know the truth and it haunts me. I learned it a little too late.
I know the truth and it mocks me. I know the truth and it shocks me.
I learned it a little too late.
- “I Know the Truth” from Aida
When Mary was younger, she thought she could escape everything by just ignoring it. It was more when she was a little girl, and her parents gave her a job she didn’t really want to do. She’d make a face, and pretend she didn’t hear it. And then, through some manner, whether it is parental intervention, or magic (she liked to believe most of the time that it was magic), the job would be finished, and she wouldn’t have had to lift a finger from what she was doing. It taught her at that young age, that if she tried hard enough, things would just disappear, and she would never have to worry about them.
Eventually, she grew up a bit and learned a bit of responsibility for herself and others. In the back of her mind, there was still a little girl who would whisper that she didn’t have to do that—ignore it and it’ll do itself. She managed to squash the voice every time—that is, until she was twenty-two, and she started her first fire. She was camping with some friends and managed to cover with the fact that she was supposed to be starting one, but the fact that she hadn’t even picked up the matches yet was causing her to freak out in a pretty big way.
It took some time, but eventually she got a handle on it. She learned how to do it at will, and have it not just be a knee-jerk reaction. But it wasn’t long before there was the man with the yellow eyes, trying to talk her into joining him—helping him. The things he was talking about—they terrified her. So she did what she did best. She pretended it never happened and she ran. She ran off to a small town in Kentucky, and to the arms of an ex-Marine doubling as a grease monkey. She started over—pretended she never had met the man with the yellow eyes, and that she was safe, she was normal. And for a while, it actually worked.
She had two beautiful little boys, and what she was always stayed in the back of her mind, she just moved forward—no looking back. At least, not until that one night, six months after she had given birth to her youngest, Sam, and she woke up to static on her baby monitor, and saw the shadowy figure standing in her son’s nursery that she had thought was her husband, but was very clearly not.
“You.”
He chose the slow way for her to die, where she didn’t lose consciousness right away, and in the end there would be nothing of her left. She stared down at the face of her baby, begging for a silent forgiveness for trying to ignore something she shouldn’t have. She prayed that Dean didn’t walk in on this—if Sam survived he probably wouldn’t remember, but if Dean—she didn’t want his last memory of her to be this. He didn’t deserve that. Her sweet beautiful baby boy didn’t deserve that.
As things started to fade around the edges, she heard John’s footsteps coming towards her, and watched as he went to Sam, and then the look of horror on his face was the last thing remembered as everything went dark, and the truth became increasingly clear.
You can’t run from him. He always finds you in the end.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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Also should get them watched so I can read your fics and know who's who, hahah.
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And you should catch up on SPN. Its an awesome show.
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