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[jmm] 22.BONUS #2: POV (Sal Vieri)
Jul. 13th, 2009 12:54 pmNOTE: Sal is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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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.” )
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.” )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648
