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Ficlet: Redressing the Imbalance (Olivia) 
15th-Oct-2009 07:38 pm
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Title: Redressing the Imbalance
Fandom: Fringe
Author: chichuri
Pairing/Character: Olivia, Peter
Word Count: 582
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Olivia and Peter get captured by a radical splinter group of the ZFT.
Warnings: Violence, character death.
Spoilers: Through episode 2.4.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe or its characters. Stories like this are one of the reasons that is probably a very good thing.
Author's Note: Written for [info - community] death_bingo, prompt: human sacrifice. 

 

Redressing the Imbalance


Olivia swims out of unconsciousness to hazy shapes of light and dark flitting around, a jumbled murmur droning in her ears. She starts to press her hands to her face, trying to clear her muzzy head, and can't even lift her arms.

What?

She can't think, can't remember. She tries to force her eyes into focusing, tries to kick her brain back into gear, but it all feels so heavy, like navigating through molasses.

She hears her name, isolates those syllables out of the drone. Hears it repeated again, heavy with worry and an undercurrent of bitter fear, followed by swearing and threats directed at someone she can't see.

Peter. That was Peter.

She smells some sort of heavy incense that itches her nose but doesn't hide the musty stench permeating the room. The drone resolves into rhythmic chanting, a bastardized mix of Latin and German, but she can't make out more than those hints of familiarity. Her vision sharpens into figures made shapeless by robes and anonymous by hoods pulled low, backlit by torches flickering against the walls. And the memories leading up until now tumble free.

The cult. A radical splinter branch of the ZFT that had turned the manuscript into an obsessive, destructive religion. And she and Peter strolled right into their trap.

She's yanked onto her knees, positioned so she can see Peter strapped down to a chair. A hand stays at the back of her neck, fingers digging deep and holding her there.

"Behold the redressing of the imbalance," a voice hisses into her ear. "A wrong made right to clear the way for you and yours to triumph in glorious battle."

"No," she struggles to say, but her tongue is thick in her mouth and all she chokes out is a croak. Peter catches her eyes and she can see his fury, his fear, and his acceptance that his luck has finally run out. She pulls at her bonds but her limbs are still heavy, her responses dulled.

A figure steps out of the circle of people surrounding them, pulling a knife out of the folds of his robe and lifting it high. The light seems to glint on the blade, refracting blue as the point slides between Peter's ribs and into his heart, and when the blade emerges there is only red.

Peter holds her eyes as blood pools around him, and she can see his life ebbing away until the room is echoingly empty even filled though it is.

No. God, no.

With the emptiness comes enough focus to burn away the drugs clutching at her. Too late, she silently screams, and the only thing she can do is direct her fury at the one holding the still-dripping knife. He wavers and smokes and explodes.

Too late.

And the rest, all the rest, who stood witness while her partner—her friend, her best friend—was sacrificed to their insanity. They waver and smoke and she drives the collective force of their explosion outwards, scorching the walls but leaving Peter and herself untouched.

Too late.

She scrabbles at the ropes and they burn at last, searing bone-deep agony into her wrists and ankles. She stumbles to her feet, to Peter's side, but stripping away the straps that hold him down changes nothing. He's gone, eyes sightless. She pulls him into her arms and collapses to the floor, kneeling in his blood and rocking him until her eyes are raw and there are no more tears.
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Comments 
16th-Oct-2009 01:17 am (UTC)
Ah, for obvious reasons, never something I'd want to see on the show but excellent. I had to reread it to catch what Olivia did but great stuff, lovely story.
16th-Oct-2009 02:17 am (UTC)
Heh. Death Bingo gives me too much excuse to play with my love of killing off characters. Glad you enjoyed it!
16th-Oct-2009 01:40 am (UTC)
Wow, this was amazingly intense!
16th-Oct-2009 02:19 am (UTC)
Thank you, and glad you enjoyed it! And thanks for Death Bingo, to give me the chance to write something like this.

Question: can stories be posted to LJ communities/fanfiction.net as they're posted, or should I wait until after I've claimed a bingo/failed to claim a bingo because time ran out?
16th-Oct-2009 12:32 pm (UTC)
Yes, please go ahead and post to whatever comms/journal/places you want. The only place you need to have a whole bingo to post, is to actually claim your bingo over at db :)
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16th-Oct-2009 02:30 am (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.

I may have to play with the idea about splinter ZFT cults somewhere else, because I'm rather fond of the idea, too. I'm also a little too fond of how broken Olivia would be after this; I think a story's trying to poke its way free.
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16th-Oct-2009 02:43 am (UTC)
Gah! *hides*

Olivia's just... broken. In some ways, the cult's plan worked, she's committed to the cause and she's become the perfect weapon. Of course, that weapon is aimed at the ZFT just as much or more than at the invaders. Peter's death, and her inability to do anything to stop it is one death too many, and the compassion just... isn't there anymore. Rachel and Ella are probably sent into protective custody, to make sure no one will go after them. Olivia and Walter bond big time, which is not a good thing, because neither are going to stop the other from doing what needs to be done. Broyles spends a lot of time thinking that Olivia may have become a liability, and that they're going to need to put her down before she does something irrevocable.

It's a lot of ideas, but no plot yet and I'm going to stop rambling in your general direction now.
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16th-Oct-2009 03:02 am (UTC)
Should I take this as excitement and attempts to coax more story, and not a reason to dodge missiles? *grins*
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24th-Jan-2010 08:09 am (UTC)
Hey, I'm happy you felt the need to rant, then, if it's because you thought the story was good!

Yes, I love angst, and yes, killing off characters and seeing how other characters react is something that fascinates me. You hit upon a run of stories that I wrote for in a short period of time for Death Bingo, though; I usually don't kill of characters that much. Too much angst for Death Bingo, in fact, sent me on a mostly unsuccessful attempt to write fluff for a couple months.

Thanks for reading!
13th-Dec-2010 05:53 am (UTC)
So awesomely intense! Great job!
13th-Dec-2010 06:19 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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