Hope
Title: Hope
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Allelujah/Marie
Warnings: Fluff
05 Hope
Hope had come sparingly to Allelujah. When he had been in the Super Soldier facility he felt it a lot. Even in a bleak and dismal place like that there were still smiles between him and someone he cared about. Looking at it now it had been a childish dream to have hope in such a place. That hope had been crushed when he had to kill his brethren simply to survive. Not only that, but he lost the one person who brought him the most hope he’d ever known.
Since then, it was not hope that sustained him. It was his other self, dragging him through the mud and killing when he could not. Sometimes it was he himself crawling through the mud. There he would find glimpses of anger and regret and know that he was probably a monster, probably someone not deserving of life. He could only curse the world and demand that it answer for everything. Yet there were only curses and hatred to be had as he did this, soaking his hands in more blood than he could ever atone for.
Where was hope?
In every inch of his body he felt it now. He felt it as it crept through every crevice and every thought and he knew that she was hope. He sat alone in the dark for year after year and every breath he took uttered how unfair it was that Marie was alive and he’d tried to kill her. Yet the moment he’d been liberated there was purpose. Her existence made it relevant to survive, her happiness made it relevant to stay by her side. He’d yelled, whispered, moaned, and breathed out her name in every fashion and yet with every moment there was a new burst of hope because she was alive. When she fell against him after seeing him for the first time, as Marie, in 14 years, when she sympathized with his pain and forgave him rather than hated him as he feared she would, and when he breathlessly took her hand and their lips met- there was hope. There was meaning in everything he did. He knew then, it was perhaps the only thing he was sure of-
Marie was hope.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Allelujah/Marie
Warnings: Fluff
05 Hope
Hope had come sparingly to Allelujah. When he had been in the Super Soldier facility he felt it a lot. Even in a bleak and dismal place like that there were still smiles between him and someone he cared about. Looking at it now it had been a childish dream to have hope in such a place. That hope had been crushed when he had to kill his brethren simply to survive. Not only that, but he lost the one person who brought him the most hope he’d ever known.
Since then, it was not hope that sustained him. It was his other self, dragging him through the mud and killing when he could not. Sometimes it was he himself crawling through the mud. There he would find glimpses of anger and regret and know that he was probably a monster, probably someone not deserving of life. He could only curse the world and demand that it answer for everything. Yet there were only curses and hatred to be had as he did this, soaking his hands in more blood than he could ever atone for.
Where was hope?
In every inch of his body he felt it now. He felt it as it crept through every crevice and every thought and he knew that she was hope. He sat alone in the dark for year after year and every breath he took uttered how unfair it was that Marie was alive and he’d tried to kill her. Yet the moment he’d been liberated there was purpose. Her existence made it relevant to survive, her happiness made it relevant to stay by her side. He’d yelled, whispered, moaned, and breathed out her name in every fashion and yet with every moment there was a new burst of hope because she was alive. When she fell against him after seeing him for the first time, as Marie, in 14 years, when she sympathized with his pain and forgave him rather than hated him as he feared she would, and when he breathlessly took her hand and their lips met- there was hope. There was meaning in everything he did. He knew then, it was perhaps the only thing he was sure of-
Marie was hope.