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26 May 2006 @ 05:07 pm
Prison Break Gen Fiction: A Tapestry Of Music  
Title: A Tapestry of Music
Author: HalfshellVenus
Character: Haywire (Gen)
Rating: PG
Summary: Haywire had known it from the beginning, from the first time he laid eyes on him.
Author’s Notes: Written for pbreak_drabbles Challenge #11 again, “Episode 122: Flight”. Also for philosophy_20, where I claimed the General Series. This is for prompt #12, "6th Sense."

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He was up to something.

Haywire had known it from the beginning, from the first time he laid eyes on him. On that man whose eyes saw clear down inside of him, forcing his “self” to scramble into the corners and hide. That man with the body painted in frozen time.

That soft voice—later hard-edged and mean—hadn’t fooled him. He’d known. And he’d sought, charted, analyzed and reworked through the pathway calling from that skin.

The blanket had lifted when that man—Michael—had forced his meds out, his tranquilizing poison. Now the world was sharper, louder, busy/hurried/shifting/slipping strangeness. He’d been off the pills for days now, waiting… watching. So many voices were in his head: “Patoshik? Hey”, “Come here,” “I see you, see you,” and “Soon, soon, starlight America breaking forward, soon.”

Haywire moved carefully through melting hallways, past the Eagle crouching in his cell. His eyes burned from the constant task of looking. Too late, the clock muttered. Just wait, said the face locked in wood-grain on the table.

So bright—so crowded. Too many people and thoughts and flowing/shivering ideas and lessons. Such a struggle to concentrate on which parts were real. He would gaze through the window that smelled like angry-basement-closet, finding the owner of those pictures that pulled him into the blazing Truth.

The image of Michael—striking, white and vengeful—lingered at the corners of his vision, until the night it went vivid and especially clear.

He followed. He ducked and lurked behind and around as he trailed Michael’s oddly-focused group. When he announced himself, the flurry of menacing eyes leaped down into his stomach to rupture him from within. But he stood firm—this mystery was the strongest thing to call to him in years, and he would not let it go so easily.

Breaking-iron-window-crash, then scurrying through the heavy, dangerous air. They ran-ran-scramble-ran to the vehicle just under an arch. In-wait-keys?-out-rifle-rifle-engine-stop! Alone in disbelief, he watched his answers leave without him.

He wandered through fields where color rose and crashed in waves as his feet swish-swished through the listening grass. A light beckoned, curled toward him and around him, pulling him to a doorway that sang like cicadas. Inside, movement lured him like a thread. It was a bicycle, shiny and ever-changing. Its wheels spun under the hands of a child. He wanted—took—as motion echoed to the side of his vision.

He caught himself in the mirror, his head unguarded-- exposed. He forced a helmet on, to keep himself inside and everything else out. Taking the bicycle, he rode off into the night.

Secret gleaming bushes and trees waltzed in the wind by the picket-fence-glow running beside him. He could taste the future, satin-black and salty. It flowed like star-cloth swimming around and above.

The air spoke to him, swept him into the sky, while the earth swirled and dipped down below. He breathed in blue and birdsongs, laughing to himself as he teetered into whisper-soft freedom.

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Mandasweetstallion on May 27th, 2006 01:22 am (UTC)
wow! that was really nice! haywire lives in a beautiful place :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on May 27th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC)
haywire lives in a beautiful place :)
It's a different world inside his head, isn't it? :)
Genevieve: pbtouch by artemisdawningmsgenevieve on May 28th, 2006 12:21 pm (UTC)
I loved the whole thing but this? - Breaking-iron-window-crash, then scurrying through the heavy, dangerous air. They ran-ran-scramble-ran to the vehicle just under an arch. In-wait-keys?-out-rifle-rifle-engine-stop! Alone in disbelief, he watched his answers leave without him. - just made my jaw drop in awe. Very scary being put right inside Haywire's head, but also marvelous. Amazing writing.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on May 28th, 2006 04:04 pm (UTC)
just made my jaw drop in awe.
*dances* Thank you!

Very scary being put right inside Haywire's head, but also marvelous.
The schizophrenic world is very vivid, but also crowded, crosswired, and full of things that seem real but are not. I was really hoping to convey that here, along with the obsession that the tattoo brings out in him.

So glad you liked it-- we don't have that many Haywire fics.

Thank you again. :)
alienmomalienmom on May 30th, 2006 08:09 am (UTC)
absolutly amazing!! so kinetic & poetic at the same time!

i'm at a loss to pick out a phrase that really stood out for me, emboding the essence of the fic, because they ALL did! :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on May 30th, 2006 04:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I wanted to show the slide from mostly sane at the beginning (when he first met Michael and was briefly taking his meds) to the increasingly delusional state of schizophrenia-- with ghosts of truth still lingering underneath those images/sensations/unreal things.

This was fun to write, because it's so different from the usual kind of thing. :)
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: Sara blue sad-ishthelana on May 30th, 2006 12:03 pm (UTC)
The air spoke to him, swept him into the sky, while the earth swirled and dipped down below. He breathed in blue and birdsongs, laughing to himself as he teetered into whisper-soft freedom.

Like I told you already, I love this because it reminds me so much of my favorite short story (excerpt). :D

"On the way home, however, the dogseed slipped from Doreen's fingers, caught on a slight breeze. The bird shoes tried to catch the seeds, only to crash into a display stand, tumbling poor Matthew to the ground. He landed on Tommy, who swallowed his last song buiscuit accidentally. Doreen used many more shadows to wipe away Tommy's wailing. Matthew's egg hatched prematurely in his pocket. The resulting cloud of words gathered over the Flame Doll, forming the word "locust" in the air. The dool ran screaming into the mansion house, shooting electric sparks from hre hair. The house burned so fiercely that not even the fire brigade could put it out. They'd forgotten to bring their hosepipes."

In conclusion? I like weird books. ;D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on May 30th, 2006 04:26 pm (UTC)
:D Are the people in your book crazy, or is the POV that of a crazy person? Or all dreamlike?
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: big happy hug Veronicathelana on May 30th, 2006 04:29 pm (UTC)
It's very dreamlike. It's like a strange bewildering fairytale about a group of children venturing out to buy a birthday present for their mother. They go to each of the nine shops in the city and buy something else everywhere (dogseed, Doll of Eternal Flame, Egg of Words), but as they walk home most of the presents get lost and destroyed and in the end only two presents remain which the mother gives up to cheer up the children.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Sam & Dean Genhalfshellvenus on May 30th, 2006 06:08 pm (UTC)
Wow. That sounds fascinating to me. Jeff Noon, you said. What title?

Dreamlike/Subliminal are kinks of mine...
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: big smile happy sarathelana on May 30th, 2006 06:24 pm (UTC)
It's a shortstory collection called Pixel Juice. Not all stories are that dreamlike but my favorite ones are.

Best part of him? In a way he slashes.

Is bit successfull book was "Vurt". It's the story of the main character Scribble, who is trying to find his sister/lover Desdemona again, with the help of his friends. The intended parallism that it's a bit like she has been lost in cyberspace/a computer game. But it's actually a lot more ... organic than let's say the Matrix. It's a bit more like a shaman/lost in the spirit world kind of thing. Anyway, the leader of their small group, trying to find Desdemona, running from the police is a character named Beetle. In the interviews/commentary Jeff Noon always talks about him, almost a bit like he was the secret main character. I didn't get it, I was all about scribble.

Until I read Pixel Juice which has one short story with an intentionally slashy scene between Scribble and Beetle that takes place when they are kids. Which kind of made my mind go *wazzzzzooo*. Because it had never occured to me that actual authors might be secretly shipping/slashing their book characters, rather than it just being a crazed fangirl thing.

I kind of transcribed the "saucy" (slashy and incesty scenes) a while ago. Even though I think my favorite section/line is from the beginning of Vurt with Mandy (side character) coming out of the Vurt-U-Want.

Personally I really love his writing style, but I can see how it might not be everybody's thing (lot's of words invented specifically for this universe for example, slang language). I guess it might have resonated more with me because I have a background with computers and computer games in a way, but to me it felt like a great dreamy fairytale. And again, I love his language.

He also wrote a book called cobralingus, which is really pretty much insane word poetry and experimentation (mixing and remixing stories, recombining words). And yeah, I even read that for him and I liked it. But as I said, he might not be everybody's thing.

Randomly? I'm just reading iscaris hosted discussion on incestslashing and again I'm shown that I really am the most bleak and pessimistic slasher/incestfan in my ideas ;D
Mayhem Parvaraincitygirl on May 30th, 2006 07:47 pm (UTC)
Quite lovely.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on May 30th, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you, raincitygirl!

I do love that Angel-puppet. One of my favorite episodes, actually. ;)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on May 30th, 2006 08:36 pm (UTC)
I really like the way this one turned out-- both the feel/mood and also the getting down inside Haywire and seeing his obsession and some of the why.

And even though they left him behind, he found his answer after all. I just love that lasting image of him riding away on the bicycle "no hands." It was very sweet, really. :)
Abigailliving_by_luck on June 3rd, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
I must say this made me like Haywire even more than I already do :)

This is really great.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on June 3rd, 2006 03:02 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Glad you liked it. :)
dragon9maiden on June 22nd, 2006 02:02 am (UTC)
You've managed the impossible task of writing a poetic fic for Haywire. Bravo! I loved your kleidoscopic description of Haywire's world: the melting hallway, the menacing eyes, the listening grass... The images formed an incredible mental landscape of a schizo mind. I've met a number of schizo sufferers who were taking more than 30 meds each. Like you described, those meds merely made their world a little duller, a little slower and a little less engaged. Nonetheless, all the hallucinations were still very much there. They often used an oddly detached attitude to describe their insights into the illness. I've often wondered what their minds were really like underneath the thick veils of anti-psychotics, anxiolytics, and anti-depressants. Thanks for your mini virtual tour of Haywire's mind.

On an unrelated note,if you were to write a slash fic for Haywire and Michael, how would you approach it?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Casthalfshellvenus on June 22nd, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)
I loved your kleidoscopic description of Haywire's world: the melting hallway, the menacing eyes, the listening grass... The images formed an incredible mental landscape of a schizo mind.
Thank you, dragon maiden! I wanted to really bring out the cross-wired overlapping senses, the excess information that comes from the wrong places, and all of the too-much/more that is constantly going on in the background. It is such a struggle for schizophrenics to listen through the "fog" of all the surrounding inputs and try to determine what is real.

It is probably the most tragic of the mental illnesses-- the psychoses can be quieted (but with so many other side-effects), but never cured. And so often the patient may remember a time when they were "normal," and wonder why they can't reach that place anymore.

On an unrelated note,if you were to write a slash fic for Haywire and Michael, how would you approach it?
Someone DID write something awfully close to this-- quincykat I think it was. And her approach was really good-- Haywire was obsessed with Michael as well as the pictures on his skin, and he knocked him out in the breakroom and tried to have his way with him. I see that as being a good approach. I can't really believe in Michael being attracted to Haywire, but the reverse is conceivable. Especially when mixed with that obsession that is Michael's 'covering' rather than Michael himself.
dragon9maiden on June 23rd, 2006 12:54 am (UTC)
Thanks for your reply. I also think Haywire / Michael would probably be a one sided thing, although it has the potential for a fascinating fic. Since Haywire has an artistic side to him, he might understand Michael's creative thoughts better. He also has an overly active mind which can help him to understand Michael's LLI. I guess in an AU situation, there could be a little vibe between the two (given that Haywire is JUST adequately medicated, not too sleepy, not too crazy). What do you think?