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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 11:47:35 GMT
One-shot fan fic about Clementine. It's kind of an AU and I think it would probably be set after episode 3 or 4. I must admit, the feels are going to be running high, and the ending...
Well, you'll have to find out.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 11:48:15 GMT
I'm gonna start today.
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Post by Master Psychic on Apr 19, 2014 11:50:15 GMT
Ok, I can't wait.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 12:32:10 GMT
The dead aren't the worst things to fear. The living are the real monsters in this cruel, unforgiving world. Clementine knew that was true. She had witnessed so much at such a young age. She was only eleven and she still had a whole life ahead of her.... If she survived long enough to see tomorrow's sunrise, and the sunrise after that.
Clementine had lost everything and everyone. Everyone she once knew was now dead, leaving her on her own, to stand alone and face the world head on. The cabin group were all dead, she was quite aware of that, each one killed by the living, one was even killed by her own hand. Carlos... Clementine thought sadly, his face flashed through her mind.
Sarah sobbed sadly as Carver's grip on the teenagers hair tightened, the cold barrel of his pistol pressed into the back of her head. "It's just a small favour, Clem. All I want you to do is to put a knife through that traitors skull, is that too much to ask?" He questioned, gesturing over at Carlos with a small nod.
"Please stop" Clementine begged, staring sadly at Sarah as she cried. "Just- don't hurt her"
"I won't... But if you don't do what I want then I'm afraid that my gun might go off and you don't want that, do you?"
"Don't hurt my dad" Sarah whimpered.
"I- I can't kill Carlos!" Clementine exclaimed.
"Well, I suppose poor Sarah's fate is sealed" Carver commented, his finger hovering over the trigger.
"No!" Carlos cried. "Clem, just do what he says!" Carlos begged the eleven year old.
"Don't shoot!" Clementine shouted and with great relief she watched as Carver took his finger away from the trigger "I'll-I'll do it" she stuttered.
"Good" Carver responded simply "Get too it then" he commanded.
Clementine sniffed softly, tears forming in her eyes as she picked up the rusted knife and wandered over to Carlos. The doctor knelt there in the centre of the room, his hands tied up in rope and his face battered and bruised. He lifted his head as she approached him, tears trickling down his black and blue cheeks.
"Carlos, I-" Clementine began.
"Hurry up!" Carver ordered whilst interrupting her "We haven't got all day" he muttered under his breath.
"Look after Sarah for me" Carlos pleaded, showing concern for his daughter.
"I will, I promise" Clementine responded, tears beginning to flow as she lifted the knife above her head, the sliver blade glistening in the artificial light.
"Thank you..." He replied gratefully while lowering his head and bracing himself for the inevitable.
Clementine's hand shook violently and her arm dropped to her side, a sob caught in her throat. She lifted her arm once again, her shaking hand became steady "I'm sorry" she whispered an apology before bringing the knife down on Carlos' head. The cold metal blade met with his forehead, the rusted knife slicing through his skin and cutting into his brain, his skull cracked and his body went slack.
"NO!" Sarah screamed.
Blood trickled from the hole in Carlos' head, the crimson red liquid running down into his eyes, an expression of sadness written on his face. Clementine's grip on the knife's handle loosened as she took a step back, watching as Carlos' body fell limply to the ground, colliding with the cold concrete floor.
Clementine glanced down at her blood soaked hands and then slowly turned towards Carver "Let Sarah go" she demanded breathlessly. And then it happened. She couldn't have prevented it. She couldn't have stopped it. All she could do was watch in horror as Carver squeezed the trigger. The gun fired, the bullet tore through the back of Sarah's head, blood spraying out of the front.
"NO!" Clementine screamed, watching as Carver let go of Sarah's hair and pushed her corpse onto the ground. Clementine collapsed onto her knees and stared at the two blood soaked corpses which littered the floor. "Why...?" She whimpered softly.
Carver didn't answer.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 12:32:42 GMT
Updates to this post ^ coming soon.
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Post by Master Psychic on Apr 19, 2014 12:53:36 GMT
Shit, so Clem killed Carlos. Damn. This has something to do with Carver.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 14:01:03 GMT
I finished updating that post.
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Post by Master Psychic on Apr 19, 2014 14:04:06 GMT
... Fuck Carver.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 14:07:16 GMT
Yeah...
It's only gonna get worse I'm afraid.
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Post by Master Psychic on Apr 19, 2014 14:25:28 GMT
Let me guess, Carver kills Kenny next?
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 14:42:53 GMT
Maybe. Maybe not.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 15:46:28 GMT
Clementine blinked hard, fighting back tears as she trudged through the winter storm and wading through the deep snow. Carlos wasn't the first to die, and he wasn't the last. It would never stop, it would never be over. Everyone dies eventually. All Carlos wanted was to protect his daugter and he ended up dead because of it. The last thing Sarah saw was her best friend killing her father, the thought of that putting an invisible weight on Clementine's shoulders.
People Clementine loved and cared about, like Lee and parents and Christa and Omid had all tried to protect her at some stage, to sheild her from the apocalyptic world, or the old one she once knew. They too were now all dead. Clementine lowered her head sadly, the reoccurring thought of Lee crossed her mind.
The recoil from the security guards gun was fierce as a shot rang out. Lee's body now lie still, his head leaning slightly to the right and his eyes wide open and glazed over with his legs stretched out in front of him as he sat there, hand cuffed to the radiator.
He looked somewhat peaceful, if you ignored his head and the way he was positioned it almost seemed like he was just resting or maybe even fast asleep. But the illusion was shattered when Clementine met eyes with the bullet hole in the side of his head, a dark crimson red liquid slowly oozing out of the fracture and spilling into his left eyeball.
Clementine's stomach churned as she lowered the gun, tears still forming in her eyes and glistening on her red, puffy, cheeks. She sniffed sadly, a sob caught in her throat as she turned away and moved towards the door. It didn't have to end this way. Lee didn't have to die. Why did this god forsaken world take him from her after everything they had been through?
She would miss him dearly. But as long as he was in her memories he would never die, Lee would live on forever in Clementine's thoughts... And in her heart.
The walker blood that soaked her yellow dress caused her damp clothes to cling to her skin, the smell that wafted up her nostrils was unbearable. Clementine listened to the sound of walkers outside, and the sound of the metal shutter rattling in the cold autumn wind.
Clementine glanced over her shoulder at Lee, catching sight of his body once more made her psychically sick. Clementine choked up, tear drops rolling from her eyes and dripping onto the cold tile floor. She turned her head away and pulled her hat down over her eyes, hiding her face before she fled the scene.
No matter what, Clementine would live on, she would survive, not just for herself but for Lee's sake. It's what he would have wanted. But bottled up deep inside, a small part of her wished that she had died in that jewellery store along with Lee. A part of her did indeed die with him.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 15:47:16 GMT
More to come very soon.
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Post by Pimp-Hand Lee on Apr 19, 2014 16:58:07 GMT
Aw shiet. I thought how Carver killing her anyways would be a sadistic twist, and then you did it! Lol, nice.
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Post by Teacakes on Apr 19, 2014 21:33:43 GMT
I updated a bit. I think I'll update tomorrow.
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