Hell is for Children
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call_me_snakeTitle: Hell is for Children
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 028: Children
Word Count: 631
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Inspired by a scene in Escape from LA when Snake is being taken in and sees children in the facilities.
Summary: Snake discovers what happens to the children of those convicted of moral crimes.
Snake was in cuffs again. This time it was at the LA Police Deportation Center. He felt like he was well on his way to having private tours of every police facility in the country. He sighed staring through the glass at the electric chairs. They must have thought it would make him rethink his history, a form of psychological mind fucking that the government seemed to thrive on these days. With Snake it only strengthened his convictions.
Steady streams of people went to the chair and were carried away. After awhile he simply became numb to the atrocities taking place before his eye. He sat back in the chair and kicked his feet up on the small table. It was boredom that he found most annoying about this process and jail in general. There was not a damned thing to do. They had already told him he was to be deported to LA. Why didn’t they just get on with it? Snake had heard rumors about the place. It really didn’t seem much worse then the rest of the world and Hell at least there were no cops there to fuck with him.
Snake was starting to devise a plan on how to get off the island once they dumped him on the shore. There was always a way to escape if you could outsmart the government. Hell, he’d done that enough in the past to feel confident that his visit to LA would be a short one. He sighed heavily, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his battered leather jacket. His eye once more turned out to the chairs beyond the window.
“What the fuck?” He mumbled slowly getting up from the chair. There was a group of children in the other room. Some were clinging to dirty dolls others just clinging to the other children. It couldn’t be. The thought was a brief interlude of denial as he watched one of the guards pick up a little girl and place her in the chair. Then the band was pulled down over her head.
Plissken fought the urge to beat on the glass and scream. Those sick bastards! He had never wondered what happened to the children of all the people they killed. Now he wished he could still claim ignorance of the matter at hand. They fucking fry them! Snake frowned angrily. There was nothing he could do and so he stood frozen in place. To horrified to look away and his eye narrowed in fury as he watched them strap her down. He couldn’t save them and even to seem to care what was happening would open him to attack at that weakness. Perhaps it was a hold over from his old life or his military training or just part of being a human male, he didn’t know. Some deep down patriarchal instinct always made him hate to see women and children suffer. He would help them when he could. He always did it from the shadows, never revealing who he was but now he wanted desperately to help and couldn’t. Snake suddenly felt weak and vulnerable. The buried feelings were crying out for action but he had to ignore them.
Snake did the only thing he could. He turned his back and leaned heavily on the glass. He let out a sigh closing his eye tightly and trying to forget what he had just witnessed. He was attempting to forget the only outcome that could follow the string of images he had just seen but it was no use. The answer rang over and over in his mind “Christ! They’re killing children!”
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 028: Children
Word Count: 631
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Inspired by a scene in Escape from LA when Snake is being taken in and sees children in the facilities.
Summary: Snake discovers what happens to the children of those convicted of moral crimes.
Snake was in cuffs again. This time it was at the LA Police Deportation Center. He felt like he was well on his way to having private tours of every police facility in the country. He sighed staring through the glass at the electric chairs. They must have thought it would make him rethink his history, a form of psychological mind fucking that the government seemed to thrive on these days. With Snake it only strengthened his convictions.
Steady streams of people went to the chair and were carried away. After awhile he simply became numb to the atrocities taking place before his eye. He sat back in the chair and kicked his feet up on the small table. It was boredom that he found most annoying about this process and jail in general. There was not a damned thing to do. They had already told him he was to be deported to LA. Why didn’t they just get on with it? Snake had heard rumors about the place. It really didn’t seem much worse then the rest of the world and Hell at least there were no cops there to fuck with him.
Snake was starting to devise a plan on how to get off the island once they dumped him on the shore. There was always a way to escape if you could outsmart the government. Hell, he’d done that enough in the past to feel confident that his visit to LA would be a short one. He sighed heavily, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his battered leather jacket. His eye once more turned out to the chairs beyond the window.
“What the fuck?” He mumbled slowly getting up from the chair. There was a group of children in the other room. Some were clinging to dirty dolls others just clinging to the other children. It couldn’t be. The thought was a brief interlude of denial as he watched one of the guards pick up a little girl and place her in the chair. Then the band was pulled down over her head.
Plissken fought the urge to beat on the glass and scream. Those sick bastards! He had never wondered what happened to the children of all the people they killed. Now he wished he could still claim ignorance of the matter at hand. They fucking fry them! Snake frowned angrily. There was nothing he could do and so he stood frozen in place. To horrified to look away and his eye narrowed in fury as he watched them strap her down. He couldn’t save them and even to seem to care what was happening would open him to attack at that weakness. Perhaps it was a hold over from his old life or his military training or just part of being a human male, he didn’t know. Some deep down patriarchal instinct always made him hate to see women and children suffer. He would help them when he could. He always did it from the shadows, never revealing who he was but now he wanted desperately to help and couldn’t. Snake suddenly felt weak and vulnerable. The buried feelings were crying out for action but he had to ignore them.
Snake did the only thing he could. He turned his back and leaned heavily on the glass. He let out a sigh closing his eye tightly and trying to forget what he had just witnessed. He was attempting to forget the only outcome that could follow the string of images he had just seen but it was no use. The answer rang over and over in his mind “Christ! They’re killing children!”
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ooc
Date: 2005-11-22 04:54 pm (UTC)Snake's goverment are insane!
Re: ooc
Date: 2005-11-22 05:41 pm (UTC)Re: ooc
Date: 2005-11-22 05:45 pm (UTC)*pales*
Thank god, however...
* looking back at Xena!muse*
Re: ooc
Date: 2005-11-22 05:53 pm (UTC)