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intheheartTitle: Amputated
Rating: R for violence.
Summary: At some point, he realizes he's going to die.
Date: 2015
AU: Sociopathic Besties
Notes: Y'all can blame Sara for this one.
WARNING for sociopathy and outright murder.
Aaron shows up around midnight.
Lars should've been expecting him, really. He'd heard they were snowed in, but Aaron's a decent cross-country skiier and the Kendalls would do a lot for Summer.
So would he. But not enough.
That thought, and the memory of Summer's face, break something inside him, so he shoves them away and opens the door. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," Aaron replies. "Can I come in?"
Polite and quiet, just like Aaron. Lars doesn't know much about him beyond that; it was Summer who took his heart and interest.
But he's not yelling. Lars lets him in.
--
"Before you start," he says, "I just want to say something."
Aaron gives him a slightly unnerving look of polite interest. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry," Lars says, and turns away from that look. "I never meant to... oh, fuck it, I know this doesn't mean anything. I know it, but I'm so sorry I hurt her. I never meant... I didn't want to."
He wipes a hand across his face, keeps talking. "She just... I keep seeing her face. I know what I did. But I didn't mean to."
He turns, and a burst of white spirals his vision into darkness.
--
When he opens his eyes again, he has to blink away bright sparks of white like snowflakes or static to see Aaron, standing over him, the crowbar he got for the stuck window in hand and a frighteningly thoughtful expression on his face.
"What the fuck," he says, or tries to say, but no sound comes out. He's gagged.
About then, he starts to worry. But he doesn't get really scared until Aaron smiles.
Lars never wants to see an expression like that on anyone again.
"You know you deserve this," Aaron says, and breaks his leg in one swing.
--
At some point, he's not sure when, he realizes he's going to die. By then, there's blood in his eyes and the spiraling white sparks are back, dancing across his vision like drunken ballerinas, so the realization is almost academic. He doesn't care very much.
Aaron, of all people. He might have expected this from Ivy. But it does explain a lot.
He hopes Ivy doesn't get blamed. He hopes someone catches Aaron, makes him pay. He's pretty sure it won't happen.
White floods his vision again, brighter than anything he's ever seen.
His last thought is of Summer's face.
Rating: R for violence.
Summary: At some point, he realizes he's going to die.
Date: 2015
AU: Sociopathic Besties
Notes: Y'all can blame Sara for this one.
WARNING for sociopathy and outright murder.
Aaron shows up around midnight.
Lars should've been expecting him, really. He'd heard they were snowed in, but Aaron's a decent cross-country skiier and the Kendalls would do a lot for Summer.
So would he. But not enough.
That thought, and the memory of Summer's face, break something inside him, so he shoves them away and opens the door. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," Aaron replies. "Can I come in?"
Polite and quiet, just like Aaron. Lars doesn't know much about him beyond that; it was Summer who took his heart and interest.
But he's not yelling. Lars lets him in.
--
"Before you start," he says, "I just want to say something."
Aaron gives him a slightly unnerving look of polite interest. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry," Lars says, and turns away from that look. "I never meant to... oh, fuck it, I know this doesn't mean anything. I know it, but I'm so sorry I hurt her. I never meant... I didn't want to."
He wipes a hand across his face, keeps talking. "She just... I keep seeing her face. I know what I did. But I didn't mean to."
He turns, and a burst of white spirals his vision into darkness.
--
When he opens his eyes again, he has to blink away bright sparks of white like snowflakes or static to see Aaron, standing over him, the crowbar he got for the stuck window in hand and a frighteningly thoughtful expression on his face.
"What the fuck," he says, or tries to say, but no sound comes out. He's gagged.
About then, he starts to worry. But he doesn't get really scared until Aaron smiles.
Lars never wants to see an expression like that on anyone again.
"You know you deserve this," Aaron says, and breaks his leg in one swing.
--
At some point, he's not sure when, he realizes he's going to die. By then, there's blood in his eyes and the spiraling white sparks are back, dancing across his vision like drunken ballerinas, so the realization is almost academic. He doesn't care very much.
Aaron, of all people. He might have expected this from Ivy. But it does explain a lot.
He hopes Ivy doesn't get blamed. He hopes someone catches Aaron, makes him pay. He's pretty sure it won't happen.
White floods his vision again, brighter than anything he's ever seen.
His last thought is of Summer's face.
