[identity profile] jkkitty.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu
 A comforting hand on his shoulder, a gun in his hand, and a body at his feet, he had done his job.gun hand

“You had no choice Napoleon.  He had a gun pointing at my head.”

Was this what he had become, solving the world’s problems by killing.  He knew he had no choice but to kill the traitor, but this man had been his friend, a fellow agent. 

 “He had betrayed us,” Illya spoke quietly trying to soften his partner's pain.

 “It doesn’t make it easier to accept.” He said putting the gun away.

Walking away, he didn’t look back.

Date: 2012-10-23 07:59 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-10-23 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
A drabble is fine. That's a short fic...

Date: 2012-10-23 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carabele.livejournal.com
Aww, my poor Napoleon!

I'm always ready to offer comfort though... anytime... 24 7...
Edited Date: 2012-10-23 08:14 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-10-23 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
I think this is the strongest thing you have written in quite awhile. Very powerful; a lot said in few words.

Excellent!

Date: 2012-10-23 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] laurose8.livejournal.com
This strong drabble fits the prompt just right. That's a very good last line.

Date: 2012-10-24 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
So very concise and yet eloquent. Good job with this one.
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