Snake Plissken

I've always liked orange. The fuck if I know why but since the military I dream in orange. The pain in my eye feels orange. Sounds fucked up that pain feels a color. They say it's because of the nerve damage to the eye. The fucking wires are crossed so I can feel colors and see pain. Orange is the only color I can feel. It's really fucked.

I don't wear orange. I don't feel compelled to buy orange things but I'm very conscious of the color. I like the color but seeing it triggers the fucking pain. It's all bullshit phantom pain. When the neurotoxin gets in your eye the first thing you notice is your eye sight gets this orange fucking haze. Then the pain starts like fucking hot orange in your brain. Since then, all my nightmares have been in shades of orange too. It's more than that. The gas in the sunrise turns every thing orange and purple. Explosions look orange and so does your skin from the reflected light. Whole fucking war looked orange sometimes. All I remember from some of the missions is thinking how fucked it was for the Siberian snow to look fucking orange as a glass of juice.

Really fucked that a color can get to you like that.

42.1 - 13 Things you need to get off your chest.
1. I hate you, you motherfucker.
2. Next time it's the hellfire bastards.
3. Pray I never become as freewheeling as you think I am son of a bitches.
4. I ever see you again I'll kill you.
5. Go ahead and try that bullshit again and a lot more than your house'll be set on fire.
6. Hell hath no fury....
7. You can kiss my ass.
8. You're still a two penny whore.
9. What the hell were you thinking?
10. You're a bunch of fucking idiots.
11. I'm making my own gender. Men are too fucking disappointing lately.
12. She's mine.
13. DICK!

42.3 - 13 things that make you who you are.
1. My parents.
2. Grandpa Dan
3. The Black Light
4. The Russo-American War
5. Vietnam
6. Leningrad
7. Hauk
8. Taylor
9. Lucifer
10. Xena
11. Bria
12. My kids
13. Apollyon

Title: The Long Goodbye
Author/Artist: Titania
Pairing: Snake Plissken
Fandom: John Carpenter's Escape from NY/LA
Theme: 10. good-bye/heartbreak
Disclaimer: Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius.
Rating: PG
Words: 733
Author's Note Written for fatherartist


Snake stood for a long time staring at the flag covered coffin. Trying to imagine she was in there, which he knew she wasn't, was only slightly less impossible than telling himself she was gone. He put his hand on the canvas flag trying to remember or maybe forget the feeling of her hair and the way she always smelled just a little minty. She had an obsession with eating mints. Snake smiled but just as quickly it faded. Had a body been in there he would have had the coffin open and put the engagement ring on her finger. Now he was stuck with it. He was stuck without her.

The ring caused him grief. It was like starting toward a goal only to have the key piece disappear. He could never go back and never finish. This was a trap. Plissken hated being in any position where there were no choices. He wanted his mother. He felt childish for that thought but he really just wanted to be hugged by her. She couldn't make this better but at least she could be there. Here he was alone. Taylor was still confined to the hospital. That left him staring at the empty coffin meant for the woman he should be marrying now not pretending to put her into the ground.

Snake stepped back and sat on the stairs with his back to the coffin. The chapel was empty. War was in full swing and no one had much time for this. Plissken had all the time in the world. He had his orders; discharged for medical complications. It was honorable and understandable but right now the war would be a welcome distraction. Even knowing that they'd been sent to die on purpose the war was better than sitting here.

He dug in the uniform pocket and pulled out the gold band with the small diamond. He hadn't had much saved up to buy it but the ring was respectable enough. Plissken held it in his palm watching the candle light on the stone. He still had the plan fresh in his mind despite it being from months earlier. He'd planned on kneeling right on the landing strip in front of everyone. She'd probably hit him before accepting when they were somewhere quiet or in a whisper. He would never know now.

He started trying the ring on and eventually it slid onto his pinkie. Maybe wearing it for awhile would help? He couldn't carry it in his pocket anymore. When he did the same scenario happened. He'd notice it in his pocket. Then he'd think to find Sophia to give it to her. It would take several seconds, which seemed like hours, to realize he couldn't go give it to her. The depression would sink in after. The whole process was driving him to insanity. This wasn't gas insanity but the real deal where you lose yourself inside. He was physically fine and would be but other parts were truly dead.

The tiny ring looked absurd on his finger so he removed it and tucked it back in his pocket. He used the pews to pull up to his feet. The stitches were still in his leg from knee to hip. They pulled and bunched when he moved. Effort and will were the only reason he could turn back to the coffin. She wasn't even there. Why was he here to look at an empty coffin? People thought this might help him heal. It didn't. All he was reminded of was the fact she'd been left on the battlefield. Several months had passed. Scavengers and Crazies had probably devoured her. It was too cold to rot up in Leningrad. The thought turned his stomach and left him taking long strides to the door. He needed air. Outside it was cold but the suffocating feeling remained. He doubted it would ever go.

Leningrad was the biggest screw up in his life. He'd lost his squadron, lost his eye, lost the ability to serve his country as shattered as it was. None of those things matter compared to losing Sophia. Nothing would fill the void that sprung open with her death. Cold seeped in there through the cracks. All he wanted was to go home. Three more weeks until he could see his parents. Three more weeks of suffering this alone.

056. TEN moments that define you as a person.

1. Seeing my dad receive his purple heart.
2. Meeting Bill Taylor.
3. Joining the Air Force
4. Leningrad and seeing Sophia murdered
5. Seeing my parents murdered and the mayhem that followed
6. Seeing Taylor shot
7. Tearing up the cassette tape in New York.
8. Morning Hope showed up and I realized I could be a husband, a father and have a family.
9. Signing adoption papers and the wedding certificate
10. The day I realized I have the family I always wanted.

“I’m sick of waiting.” Plissken growled the words as he stared out on to the street from the second story window. The tone caught Taylor off guard as he walked over toward Snake. Taylor hated the crutches but it was the way his friend glared at them that Taylor disliked the most. He knew even though he had been there with Snake the day Leningrad had been assigned that Plissken blamed everything on himself. It was how he was. He didn’t accept failure from anyone.

“Why don’t you have a drink?” Taylor offered coming to a stop a few crutch lengths from Snake’s back.

“No!”

Taylor reflexively hobbled back. Snake refusing alcohol was unheard of. Surely hell had frozen over since the last time he checked. Then again Hell was always frozen because that was normal for Russia.

“We’re going to find him.” Plissken turned from the window with cold murder in his expression. Taylor took another step back. Snake always had a tendency to snap but that had only got worse with time. Now after Leningrad and the hospital he was loose cannon all the time. Bill took in his stance and posture in attempt to judge what would happen next.

“Who?” Taylor finally questioned once he decided Plissken wasn’t going to fly off the handle.

“Berrigan.” The Captain’s name came out like one might spit out curdled milk accidently drank from the jug. “I’ll start with the mothefucker’s shot mom and dad. Work our fucking ass right back to that bastard.”

Snake was seething. His good eye twitched violently and tears seeped from under the patch. Taylor had seen this happen before but only when Snake was about to get into a fight.

“I’m sick of fucking waiting.” Plissken started pacing the length of the hotel room like a caged tiger. Taylor could even see his eye trailing up the corners as if looking for a way to escape. The whole scene was unnerving.

“Man, we can’t just go for the army?” The realization of what Plissken was suggesting finally sank into Taylor's thoughts.

“Why not?” Snake froze in mid-stride pinning Bill with an icy gaze. Taylor swallowed hard and shrugged. “Why not?” Plissken repeated.

“Come on Snake. It’s the whole military.”

“I know.” Plissken nodded and went back into motion. “Aren’t you pissed about you family and your fucking leg?”

Taylor looked down at the cast that covered from ankle to thigh. “Yeah but I don’t want to join ‘em.”

Snake stopped again but the fury was gone, replaced by a resolute determination. “We’re dead if they find us anyway. Don’t know about you but I’m not waiting for the son-of-a-bitches to come find me.”

Snake hastily lit a cigarette while his hands shook. “I’m taking a few of them down with me.”

Taylor could see the logic behind Plissken’s words. They were too far down the road to turn back. The only way out now was to soldier on down to the end. Taylor nodded.

“I got your back.” Taylor smiled remembering the old times in the military when that word had something more behind it then survival.

“Good.” Snake smiled letting the smoke trail out as he spoke. “I’m going to need it.”

Crossposted to theatrical_muse

Character Name: Snake Plissken
Origin: Escape from NY/LA
Topic: Doctor
Word Count: 1,689
Rating: R
Author's note: Contains violence and insanity. For heedmitch who claimed Mental Ward!Snake. If you have not claimed a Snake and want to go here to claim one.

( There are many ways to break a man. )

Crossposted to deviant_muses

Fandom: Escape from NY/LA
Title: Enemy of the State
Characters: Snake Plissken
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 026: Obsession
Word Count: 603
Spoilers: Spoilers to the "Escape from NY" book by Mike McQuay
Warnings: The planning of Pre-Meditated Murder
Disclaimer: Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius.
A/N: For jon_r_meyers who claimed Obsessive!Snake. If you have not claimed a Snake and want to go here to claim one.


( A Traitor in the Ranks )

Crossposted to psych_30