   AineSparrow
2006-12-27 . chapter 1Wow... that was INTENSE. Despite the OOC-ness (I don't think less of you), I really liked this. Kinda The Punisher-Desperado combined a bit...
[His gun rested just above her hip; she wouldn’t use it unless necessary. She preferred a quiet kill. And if she was honest, a little part of her liked to feel the life slip beneath her fingers, even as the terror in their eyes tore at the pieces of her heart.
For them. She did it all for them.] - Angel of Death... Tempe the Avenger, wicked concept :).
Nice way to start off the story
[She didn’t want to think of that, the dull ache inside wanting to think of another time, another life entirely. Where she’d been painfully oblivious, but happy. Idly, she wondered where her old colleagues had gone, if they’d even survived. Somehow, she didn’t really care. She didn’t care about much, but she’d always been a single-minded person anyway.] - Ange/Jack/Zach miht not recognize Temperance even if they met up again.
[He’d been requisitioned for a team working on uncovering a rebel uprising group. The Hand. She was just happy they didn’t send him away.] *smiles* Sounds like our Booth :).
[He was dead. Beaten, and shot. And beside him, their six year old daughter. Dead. All dead.
She didn’t remember much about what followed, her memory limited to flashes of bloodstained hands, of shed tears, a scream she knew to be her own, and a pain that had not lessened since.] - *puts hand over mouth* The little girl had NOTHING to do with the war... oh! Probly figured 'one less witness' or jut a thrill kill *glares*
[But sometimes she wondered. They were in heaven, she was sure of it. And there had to be a heaven, had to be a place where they lived. And this…was this hell? Was she condemned to live without them, because of her revenge? Sometimes she cried, when the pain of separation grew too strong, when she wanted to hold them so badly she wished she would die. And sometimes, it was worth it.
“Do you think less of me?” The dirt walls absorbed her words, her tears, her screams. “Do you think what I did was wrong? I killed people, but that doesn’t bring you back. I just…am I a monster? One of those deranged murderers we used to catch? ] - I have no answer to this either Tempe... I don't think your deranged though, just grieving and angry.
[Seeley Booth.” Her voice was calm, even, and dangerous. “You ordered his death.”
“Now calm down there.” He was starting to look nervous. A little belated, she thought coldly. “I didn’t order anyone’s death. And even if I did, you can’t know I was involved with your guy’s death.”] *snorts* Oh please...
[“Didn’t you know that? Didn’t you know that there were two fucking people you had killed? Huh?” She shoved him against his kitchen counter, the barrel pressed hard against his forehead. “Seeley Booth. My husband. You killed him. And my daughter. My six-year-old daughter. You killed her.”
The click of the safety.
“And I’m going to kill you.”] - F*in' bastard deserved a far more painful death...
[Rachel. Rachel, sweetheart…I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. But Mommy…Mommy’s done a lot of bad things, baby, and I don’t know if I…” she broke off, the thought of her innocent little girl tearing a sob from her. “I miss you.” ] *hugs Tempe*
[Either way would ultimately end in death. And in death, there was escape, there was the mysterious hope that she would see them again.
In death, she would find peace. Until then, she would wait.] - *shivers* You gave me chills here :)
EXCELLENT job once again... I always lose track of time when I read your stuff (which is the mark a of good writer)
Adios!,
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