[Shadowrun] Closure
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30_originals. Say hello to Senna, everyone. Mind you, most of you lot are familiar with her anyway.
Title: Closure
Genre(s): Cyberpunk, Fantasy
Rating: PG-13
Themes: #10 Past; Present; Future
Author: giving_ground
Author's notes: This is Shadowrun fanfiction using original characters. I do not own the setting these characters inhabit, have no rights to it, etc. But I do enjoy it. Lots.
And this is just a short one, to say hello to our main protagonist, as it were. Yes. I started at the end. Someone jokingly told me I should.
Summary: A story ends, perhaps; but who can tell?
Senna left in the middle of the night, a shadow on the streets of Seattle. It would probably be a while before Liminus figured out she was gone; she’d left him a note, but with the quantity of drugs he’d taken he might not come to until sometime next year for all she could tell. Sooner or later he’d realise, but it’d be too late.
By morning, she wouldn’t even be in UCAS any more.
* * * * *
She sits in her tiny cabin on board a ship somewhere along the coast of North America, and wonders if Liminus is even still alive, and then curses at herself for thinking it. She has told herself time and time again never to look back, but out here she’s alone. What else is there to think about? She doesn’t dare think about the future, which could hold anything, and there’s nothing to occupy her mind in the present beyond the faint smell of fish and the lack of shower facilities, and so her mind drifts back inevitably into the past, where Liminus lives, or further back, to England and the Marquis. She’s been part of a story which has gone on for ten years and now, she thinks, it’s over. Maybe it ended two years ago, in 2057, when the Marquis took a bullet to the head in an East London warehouse, or when she and Liminus had wiped their SINs and left the country for a new life in Seattle, the police hot on their trail; but somehow this time it feels more final. She’s severed the final tie she had with her life in England.
Maybe it would be better if it’d been more dramatic. Oh, she’d fought with Liminus, but that’d happened so many times before, and they’d always got over it in the end. But all that had really happened in the end was that she’d come home from hunting for work to find that he’d spent the last of his money on drugs, and apparently taken most of them at once, and she’d decided that enough was enough. It all felt... flat. Anticlimactic, almost, after the tone of their lives for the last ten years. But one way or another, it was done with.
She’d probably always be haunted by her old life, her old story; but perhaps, now, a new story could start.
30_originals. Say hello to Senna, everyone. Mind you, most of you lot are familiar with her anyway.Title: Closure
Genre(s): Cyberpunk, Fantasy
Rating: PG-13
Themes: #10 Past; Present; Future
Author: giving_ground
Author's notes: This is Shadowrun fanfiction using original characters. I do not own the setting these characters inhabit, have no rights to it, etc. But I do enjoy it. Lots.
And this is just a short one, to say hello to our main protagonist, as it were. Yes. I started at the end. Someone jokingly told me I should.
Summary: A story ends, perhaps; but who can tell?
Senna left in the middle of the night, a shadow on the streets of Seattle. It would probably be a while before Liminus figured out she was gone; she’d left him a note, but with the quantity of drugs he’d taken he might not come to until sometime next year for all she could tell. Sooner or later he’d realise, but it’d be too late.
By morning, she wouldn’t even be in UCAS any more.
* * * * *
She sits in her tiny cabin on board a ship somewhere along the coast of North America, and wonders if Liminus is even still alive, and then curses at herself for thinking it. She has told herself time and time again never to look back, but out here she’s alone. What else is there to think about? She doesn’t dare think about the future, which could hold anything, and there’s nothing to occupy her mind in the present beyond the faint smell of fish and the lack of shower facilities, and so her mind drifts back inevitably into the past, where Liminus lives, or further back, to England and the Marquis. She’s been part of a story which has gone on for ten years and now, she thinks, it’s over. Maybe it ended two years ago, in 2057, when the Marquis took a bullet to the head in an East London warehouse, or when she and Liminus had wiped their SINs and left the country for a new life in Seattle, the police hot on their trail; but somehow this time it feels more final. She’s severed the final tie she had with her life in England.
Maybe it would be better if it’d been more dramatic. Oh, she’d fought with Liminus, but that’d happened so many times before, and they’d always got over it in the end. But all that had really happened in the end was that she’d come home from hunting for work to find that he’d spent the last of his money on drugs, and apparently taken most of them at once, and she’d decided that enough was enough. It all felt... flat. Anticlimactic, almost, after the tone of their lives for the last ten years. But one way or another, it was done with.
She’d probably always be haunted by her old life, her old story; but perhaps, now, a new story could start.
