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07 October 2005 @ 02:10 pm
Prison Break Fanfiction: Possession  
Title: Possession
Author: HalfshellVenus
Rating: PG-13 (for subject matter)
Summary: Theodore Bagwell was not a forgiving and forgetting kind of man.


T-Bag watched Scofield move across the Yard, stopping to bend down to tie his shoe.

Now there was an interesting sight, he thought. The Pretty was looking far too comfortable in his surroundings these days, and that bothered T-Bag no end.

Did he think stabbing poor Maytag had been forgotten? Theodore Bagwell was not a forgiving and forgetting kind of man. No, he didn’t believe he’d ever forgotten a single bad thing anyone had done to him in his whole life. There would be rectifying for Maytag, and T-Bag would be watching for his opportunities. Abruzzi had taken that away from him once, but he was a patient man and he knew how to bide his time.

The Pretty would become his, of that he was certain. The boy had no possibility of escaping his destiny, once T-Bag set his mind to bringing it about.

T-Bag had his posse, of course, but they didn’t interest him that way. They were an ugly bunch, for the most part, but that wasn’t what mattered. What he really liked about Fish, other than that shapely behind and beautiful face, was that the boy was afraid of him. T-Bag loved the smell and taste of fear. It was like an aphrodisiac. That delicious terror, as he violated his victims, and finally cut his mark into their mortality—it was a drug that could not be refused.

A man with time on his hands could look forward to meeting that thrill again. It had blue eyes and lush lips and pain written all over it, and he would claim it and make it his own.

The ecstasy of lust and panic and blood called to him, roaring in his ears with remembrance. Waiting was a kind of sweet agony to him, the anticipation almost as heady as the kill.

The day was coming.

The Pretty would be his, would be part of him forever.

He would gasp his last in T-Bag’s arms, and join his gallery of tortured souls.

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More T-Bag, please!

Pheebs1pheebs1 on May 7th, 2007 08:50 am (UTC)
Sorry it's taken me so long to read this after asking you for it - but this is great! It really does sound like T bag to me, i can hear him as I read. The cadences of (if that's the right word? like the rhythms of the speech?) It had blue eyes and lush lips and pain written all over it, and he would claim it and make it his own.
awesome. And being in T-bag's head with wanting the ectasy of lust and panic and blood Just great.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: TBaghalfshellvenus on January 28th, 2011 11:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, darn it-- I never replied to this lovely comment! And looking at the first ones on this entry, I see that it dates back my earliest time on LJ when I was apparently clueless about how the whole "comment&reply" thing worked.

I'm glad you ultimately got a chance to read this, and liked it. Such a fascinating character, though also so chilling.

I hope things are continuing to go well with you! I know you'd stopped spending much time here in part because RL was going gangbusters, and I hope that's still true. ♥
Pheebs1pheebs1 on February 12th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
RL has been mad, but good too. Aside from the job loss rumours, but hey ho, fingers crossed that doesn't happen! I hope you and yours are okay, hugs.