Board Home | Search | Login The Resistance HQ :: Resistance Forums :: EC-10 Sense Offenses :: Greetings and Fic :) Author Topic: Greetings and Fic :) (Read 2,708 times) Samus Resistance Member member is offline Joined: Mar 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 19 Greetings and Fic :) « Thread Started on Oct 4, 2003, 12:17am » Hello everyone, obviously I've just joined finding my way here through a link at the IMDB message boards and had to join up. I am quite Bale-affixiated, and my real life friends often worry about me as a result Anyway, nice to meet you all! Sooo as a prezzie for everyone, heres a small Equilibrium fic I'd written some time back. The image was whipped up very fast-like for Deviant, but I just realized, wee, I can post it here! So I hope you enjoy Summery: Errol Partridge studies perfection. A/N: This implies Partridge had been off his dose for quite a while,, which I don’t think is true really, but its better for the story. Feedback: Makes me happy ^____^ Perfect He remembers the first day. Burned into his memory, even if he had rather it not. Would rather remember Mary’s soft lips and curves, the swirling words of Byron or Keats. Wants to hate that memory, but realizes he can’t. Remembers as he watched him walk into DuPont’s office stiffly, eyes straight ahead, the perfect soldier. “Preston.” DuPont had said glancing down at the file in front of him. His face raised up a fraction of an inch at the address, a crisp “sir” in response. Partridge remembers the sharpness in his eyes, completely different from any other he had seen. Un-marred by the drug induced effects of Prozium, alert. For a brief moment, he wonders if this man too had ceased his dose. But realizes it was a stupid thing to think. “Very impressive.” DuPont interrupts Partridge’s thoughts. “Perfect scores in all academic tests, top ranking in your class. Your work in apprehending sense offenders is astounding for a junior cleric such as yourself.” “It is my job, sir.” DuPont glances to Partridge briefly. “Yes, it is.” The file shuts with an audible noise of clicking steel, and DuPont rests his chin in his hands, appraising, studying, thinking. Partridge remembers that too. “We’ve been following your career, Preston. We believe assignment with Cleric Partridge would be in your best interests. And ours. Do you understand, Preston?” He remembers when their eyes met. “I am being promoted, sir.” DuPont’s lips had turned up slightly. “Yes you are. They did say you were intuitive.” It’s a joke, but none of the men standing catch its meaning. Except Partridge, unsure if DuPont knew what it was supposed to mean either. Preston obviously misses it, and answers “Sir.” Partridge stands straight, stiff. Attempting to be perfect but knows its impossible. “You are dismissed, Cleric. You’ll receive your assignment first thing tomorrow.” He remembers John Preston clicking his heels, and turning. But glancing back at him before so quickly its hard to catch. Errol was never used to people calling him by his given name. He remembers hating the odd feeling he got when someone would call him unthinkingly, aquaintences from the academy or newfound lovers. When Mary called his name, teasing in her voice or in a moment of passion, he stiffened. She noticed, but never said a word. He liked to think he loved her. If he could truly grasp what that meant, but isn’t sure he can. Words have new meaning when he can feel, and some are not entirely pleasant. Others make him afraid of what it implies. Love never fit, and he knows it never will. He used to think he loved Mary because she was perfect. When he first came off the dose, she was everything, she was life. He remembers when he saw perfection, and he remembers the clawing feel of despair. Of admiration and respect and hatred of something he could never be. Because he isn’t kidding himself, he isn’t perfect. Preston came to him that morning in the office. Standing still, face impassive. His hand stretched out in a gesture of greeting and friendship, Partridge supposed. He was sure the other man liked to think that, but he didn’t know the true meanings of words like Partridge did. Or at least thought he did. “Errol Partridge. I’m John Preston, it is a pleasure to meet you.” His voice pronounces each syllable in an annunciated tone, and Partridge doesn’t hate his name in this moment. The handshake is firm. “I look forward to working with you, with my recent promotion. I only hope I will live up to the expectation.” Partridge nods, “I’m sure you will.” Partridge remembers as his new partner casually disposes of human beings. The way he ducks and spins with his firearms exactly as he was taught. Maximum efficacy. Killing in perfection. And he hates him in that moment, hates and admires him. Cant find the strength within himself to condemn him because he doesn’t understand , does he? Doesn’t know what it meant to take a life. Partridge had taken his share, with and without the numbing. Perhaps he is worse than Preston could ever be. Because he knows he isn’t perfect. Yet he tries to be anyway. He nods to his new partner instead. “Good work Preston.” And it seems Preston is pleased with this small admission, surprising. Partridge knows this man can’t feel, but it seems he does, and its baffling. Perfection doesn’t contradict. So he watches his partner make his name. Remembers when he tells Partridge about the birth of his daughter, and those sharp eyes soften. Remembers realizing a friendship, even though he doesn’t want it. He isn’t worthy of it. Realizes this man could never be what he wanted him to be as he watched coldly while his wife was burned in front of him. Partridge knows he let go too much. He trusted and cared too much. As he sits in the comforting silence of a church long ago broken, he contemplates. Understands he can do that now, that he deserved it. Yeats is clutched in his hands, and he reads without a mind to, because he can’t help but remember. Boots crunch the ground and he doesn’t look up. Because its only fitting, he thinks, that he should meet his end in the face of perfection. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Sontin-JudasFm Grammaton Cleric First Class member is offline Joined: May 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 998 Location: Back in Surrey! YAY!!! Wow « Reply #1 on Oct 4, 2003, 3:16am » That was...I don't know how to describe it I loved it, every minute of it, and that ending was so poignant *sniffs* Great stuff Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged "One day they love us because we're unique. The next we're in jail because we're different." Zlang-Zlang Squid Says: Statistics show that no stationary object or parked car has ever hit a moving vehicle except in self defence. Akimbo Grammaton Cleric member is offline Joined: Sept 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 146 Re: Greetings and Fic :) « Reply #2 on Oct 4, 2003, 1:25pm » great story Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged TreadXSoftly Grammaton Cleric member is offline "calmly...cooly... entirely without pants." Joined: Jun 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 211 Location: California Re: Greetings and Fic :) « Reply #3 on Oct 4, 2003, 10:10pm » That was a great story. Thanks for sharing and welcome to our little EQ community! Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged "But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." Libby Grammaton Cleric First Class member is offline Life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it! Joined: Nov 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 3,138 Location: England Re: Greetings and Fic :) « Reply #4 on Dec 13, 2003, 8:17am » That was beautifully written. Partridge's character will always remain an enigma. Sean Bean brought a tremendous poignance to the role, only hinting at what must have been a terrible burden. I think you've captured a kind of 'tortured soul' and it just reinforces the effect this film has had on so many of us. Thank you. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged ] Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Witcher Wolf Grammaton Cleric First Class member is offline Monster hunter for hire. Will work for Orens! Joined: Oct 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 4,772 Location: UK - England Re: Greetings and Fic :) « Reply #5 on Dec 13, 2003, 12:28pm » Cool Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Ashes: my EQ Fiction The Chronicles of Wyrden: Webcomic ClericArucard Grammaton Cleric member is offline Level 1 Joined: Dec 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 149 Location: Deux-Montagnes,Montreal Quebec Re: Greetings and Fic :) « Reply #6 on Dec 13, 2003, 1:29pm » yeah awesome, looks like we have another talented writter here Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged Well, if games train people, then everyone here in the office is a certified navy pilot, helicopter pilot, demolitions expert, master of small and large firearms, tank commander and are experts at espionage and putting falling blocks in neat stacks." Xenia Onatopp- Bale Grammaton Cleric First Class member is offline A CB addict and an EQ junkie Joined: Nov 2003 Gender: Female Posts: 4,139 Location: in CB's bedroom Re: Greetings and Fic :) « Reply #7 on Dec 16, 2003, 8:42am » You are one awesome talented writer. Great work,Samus. Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged "Terrorism is the war of the poor. War is the terrorism of the rich."-an Iraqi protester. 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