[jmm] 22.BONUS #2: POV (Sal Vieri)
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“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
Sure, just like monkeys flew out of his asshole every day when he took his morning crap. He should have fucking known better, goddamnit.
Running towards the shattered wooden crate, time moves in slow motion for Sal as he thinks back on all the stupid shit he’s stood by and watched Tommy Karras do, knowing he should stop him from getting himself killed.
He kept his mouth shut when he watched the man climb into a coffin. He even helped lay Tommy out on a bed of nails before he let an SUV roll up on his chest. He brushed off a nervous feeling and let Tommy go to his car alone the day he got shot three times.
Now he could add standing on the sidelines like a jackass and letting his best friend climb into a box packed with live explosives right at the top of the fucking list.
There was no movement beneath the fragments of plywood heaped on the left side, where Tommy had been sealed in and sequestered from the powder and ignition…if Sal’s stupidity had cost Tommy his life, Sal was going to cut off his own head.
“I just wanna see what it feels like! If I can do this, I can definitely do the illusion.”
“TOMMY! Holy fuck…Tommy, c’mon!”
In motorcycle leathers and a helmet, he’d crawled into a box divided into two sections. It mirrored the trunk in Channing’s act that he wanted to materialize in during a shot of pyro. Now somewhere beneath layers of debris, he was there and he wasn’t moving. Not an inch.
Falling to his knees, Sal started tossing aside fragments, exposing the huddled and motionless body of Tommy Karras. The tech had told him to tuck in tight when he got in the box, but now he was laying slack, his arms still laying limply over his head…
Sal started rolling him on his back, careful…even as he blinked, swearing that something passed over Tommy’s prone form. A shadow, a blur, a loss of detail and definition before the scene came back into focus. Something wasn’t right, he couldn’t see if Tommy’s chest was moving…
For a second, he believed the worst. For a split second, the image in his mind was a memory of a man who had become his brother in just about a year. He was already mourning, already broken because May lost a father, Zee lost a husband, and he lost a poker buddy. The world had lost a treasure, and it was all his fault.
For a second, he felt the icy finger of despair, and then a second later made the conscious choice to lay despair aside.
The second he did, Tommy’s momentum stopped carrying him as Sal rolled him on his back. Muscles took over, tensing and shifting as he stirred and moved to his hands and knees.
“Tommy…dude. C’mon, talk to me…”
Slowly, Tommy’s feet came beneath him as Sal’s heart stopped beating.
With a muffled roar, he straightened and spread his arms, head tipped back in triumph for just a second before Fillmore and Sal were both on him, getting the helmet off so Tommy could breathe.
Grinning and gasping, Tommy faced Sal with a little boy’s smug giddiness.
“I fucking told you, bro. I told you it’d be fine.”
“Say that t’ me again!” Sal challenged, angry yet smiling as he grabbed Tommy’s face between his hands and kissed each cheek fiercely in gratitude. “Say that t’ me again, you smug fuck, and I’ll beat the snot outta you! Yer never fuckin’ doing that shit to me again, ya hear me?!?”
His only answer was a hug from the other man…and as Sal embraced him, he knew that the threat was as empty as any promise in that vein that Tommy could possibly make him.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648
we_standalone and used with permission and love.“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
Sure, just like monkeys flew out of his asshole every day when he took his morning crap. He should have fucking known better, goddamnit.
Running towards the shattered wooden crate, time moves in slow motion for Sal as he thinks back on all the stupid shit he’s stood by and watched Tommy Karras do, knowing he should stop him from getting himself killed.
He kept his mouth shut when he watched the man climb into a coffin. He even helped lay Tommy out on a bed of nails before he let an SUV roll up on his chest. He brushed off a nervous feeling and let Tommy go to his car alone the day he got shot three times.
Now he could add standing on the sidelines like a jackass and letting his best friend climb into a box packed with live explosives right at the top of the fucking list.
There was no movement beneath the fragments of plywood heaped on the left side, where Tommy had been sealed in and sequestered from the powder and ignition…if Sal’s stupidity had cost Tommy his life, Sal was going to cut off his own head.
“I just wanna see what it feels like! If I can do this, I can definitely do the illusion.”
“TOMMY! Holy fuck…Tommy, c’mon!”
In motorcycle leathers and a helmet, he’d crawled into a box divided into two sections. It mirrored the trunk in Channing’s act that he wanted to materialize in during a shot of pyro. Now somewhere beneath layers of debris, he was there and he wasn’t moving. Not an inch.
Falling to his knees, Sal started tossing aside fragments, exposing the huddled and motionless body of Tommy Karras. The tech had told him to tuck in tight when he got in the box, but now he was laying slack, his arms still laying limply over his head…
Sal started rolling him on his back, careful…even as he blinked, swearing that something passed over Tommy’s prone form. A shadow, a blur, a loss of detail and definition before the scene came back into focus. Something wasn’t right, he couldn’t see if Tommy’s chest was moving…
For a second, he believed the worst. For a split second, the image in his mind was a memory of a man who had become his brother in just about a year. He was already mourning, already broken because May lost a father, Zee lost a husband, and he lost a poker buddy. The world had lost a treasure, and it was all his fault.
For a second, he felt the icy finger of despair, and then a second later made the conscious choice to lay despair aside.
The second he did, Tommy’s momentum stopped carrying him as Sal rolled him on his back. Muscles took over, tensing and shifting as he stirred and moved to his hands and knees.
“Tommy…dude. C’mon, talk to me…”
Slowly, Tommy’s feet came beneath him as Sal’s heart stopped beating.
With a muffled roar, he straightened and spread his arms, head tipped back in triumph for just a second before Fillmore and Sal were both on him, getting the helmet off so Tommy could breathe.
Grinning and gasping, Tommy faced Sal with a little boy’s smug giddiness.
“I fucking told you, bro. I told you it’d be fine.”
“Say that t’ me again!” Sal challenged, angry yet smiling as he grabbed Tommy’s face between his hands and kissed each cheek fiercely in gratitude. “Say that t’ me again, you smug fuck, and I’ll beat the snot outta you! Yer never fuckin’ doing that shit to me again, ya hear me?!?”
His only answer was a hug from the other man…and as Sal embraced him, he knew that the threat was as empty as any promise in that vein that Tommy could possibly make him.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648
