Just a sample of a fanfic ive considered writing. Tell me what you think.
All SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter aside from my OC
He was back in his own country, it had been so long but he was finally back.
No that wasn't right, he wasn't in his own country, he hadn't been there in 18 years. No he wasn't there, but he was home, it had been ten years since he was last here. Ten years.....
He stepped out of the SUV, the cold air hitting him in the face like a ton of bricks. This was California it shouldn't be this cold. He nodded to the driver, letting him known it was okay to leave. But the black behemoth didn't pull out of the parking lot it just sat there. The driver looking at him curiously, probably wondering why he didn't want to clean himself up before he got home. But instead he nodded, shifted the gears and drove into the night. Husky stood there outside the clubhouse, his feet just froze there, a great part of him just wanted to take off and leave, to run, hell his entire being wanted to. But he couldn't, no this was his home, his family, all of it was his, he couldn't run away.....not anymore.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaky hands, he reached for the doorknob, only then did he realize how dirty they were, covered in foreign filth. Maybe he should have taken a shower, at first it had never crossed his mind. Once he boarded that plane back to the US, the only thing he could focus on was getting home, facing whatever lay in wait for him. He road the plane still marked from the war, still wearing the same sweat-soaked uniform, the dried blood still on his face. And he allowed himself to be driven home without bothering to cleanup. He wondered if they would even recognize him, or had the war aged him beyond recognition? Or would he terrify them, looking so battle worn.
It didn't matter though, he was here now, they were his family, they'd take him back, at least he hoped so.
He stepped through the doorway, taking just enough steps to put himself right in the middle. Just enough so everyone in the room could seem, no matter who they were 'servicing' at the moment. As soon as he had opened the door though all eyes were on him. And it was like 50 pound weight had just landed on him for every pair of eyes. His backpack suddenly felt like a damn anvil. The surprise on his brothers faces hit him like knives, each one twisting in his gut. He couldn't tell if they were happy or mad just surprised their mouths hanging open. The whores and croweaters were shooed away, they exited through he door behind him all glaring at him as they passed for ruining their fun.
He could see Bobby standing to his left a cuestick in one hand, and a beer hanging loosely from the other. Chibs, the Scotsman, stood near the bar leaning on it, he had already dropped his whiskey, it laid on the floor beneath him, the brown liquid oozing out the bottle. His other brothers were there too. Jax, Tig, Clay, Piney, and Opie all standing some distance away, all not sure what to do but Clay, he glared his blue eyes grey burning holes in him. And Husky knew damn well why. The silence was momentarily broken though as she entered the room, a tray full of coffee cups, plates, and various alcohol. All clattering to the floor with a loud shattering noise as pieces of glass flew in all directions. Her whole body shook and tears were hanging in her eyes, but there was also anger a deep-seated anger that had been boiling inside her and was now bubbling over.
Husky looked at Gemma, she was as beautiful and strong as ever, the years had been kind to her. But he couldn't look her in the eyes not after what he had done to her the pain he caused her.
She strutted forward to him, quickly, every step fum of purpose. She stopped in front of him her hands caressing his face, she traced the scar on the side of his face so gently, but it sent sparks across his skin. Her fingers then moved to the the wound above his eye close to the hairline, the fresh wound that was still open and crusted with dried blood.Her mouth was open a bit like she still couldn't believe he was there, even though she could touch him and feel the warmth if his skin. He knew he had to say something, he had hundreds of things to say all running through his head, crashing into eachother he couldn't form words. He did have one word though.
"Mom." No sooner had it left his mouth, did his head jerk to the side with a smack of skin on skin, and he could already feel the vibrant red handprint on his face. He turned back to her, his eyes cold but not because of her or even the stinging slap she just gave him. His eyes had just been dead for a long time.
Gemma looked about ready to cry, but she wouldn't not here in front of the rest of the club. She dragged him into an embrace making his back pack slip of his shoulders before squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. Husky felt pain shooting up his spine, and across his chest for he was still sore from his injuries. But there was no way he was going to push her away, she needed this.
And that she did, Gemma hugged her son tightly, holding him close, believing that if she held on long enough it would sink in that he was really here and he would never leave her again. "My boy." She muttered into his chest as they stood embracing eachother, her head laying against his chest and his tilted on her shoulder.
It was like those two words were a cue to the rest of the group or something, for in minutes they were all swarming around him, hugging him and patting him on the back. All muttering things along the lines of "I'm so glad you're back!" and "We all missed you brother" words of endearment coming from everyone's mouth. Even Clay who had glared at him so violently earlier, now only had eyes full of love for his son. He was still mad and he would be for awhile, but Husky didn't blame him. The way he had left, had upset Gemma beyond all belief, seeing his love hurt like so probably killed Clay.
Eventually the greetings died away, and everyone stood around tears glistening their eyes but not falling down their face. Ha, big bad bikers brought to tears over a brother coming home.
"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." Gemma whispered as she took her sons hand and led him to one of the dorm rooms with a shower at the back of the clubhouse. Walking down the hall, Husky could here shouts of joy behind him, and his brothers yelling in glee as they prepared for a long night of whores, drinks, and partying. All in celebration of Husky coming home.
All SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter aside from my OC
He was back in his own country, it had been so long but he was finally back.
No that wasn't right, he wasn't in his own country, he hadn't been there in 18 years. No he wasn't there, but he was home, it had been ten years since he was last here. Ten years.....
He stepped out of the SUV, the cold air hitting him in the face like a ton of bricks. This was California it shouldn't be this cold. He nodded to the driver, letting him known it was okay to leave. But the black behemoth didn't pull out of the parking lot it just sat there. The driver looking at him curiously, probably wondering why he didn't want to clean himself up before he got home. But instead he nodded, shifted the gears and drove into the night. Husky stood there outside the clubhouse, his feet just froze there, a great part of him just wanted to take off and leave, to run, hell his entire being wanted to. But he couldn't, no this was his home, his family, all of it was his, he couldn't run away.....not anymore.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaky hands, he reached for the doorknob, only then did he realize how dirty they were, covered in foreign filth. Maybe he should have taken a shower, at first it had never crossed his mind. Once he boarded that plane back to the US, the only thing he could focus on was getting home, facing whatever lay in wait for him. He road the plane still marked from the war, still wearing the same sweat-soaked uniform, the dried blood still on his face. And he allowed himself to be driven home without bothering to cleanup. He wondered if they would even recognize him, or had the war aged him beyond recognition? Or would he terrify them, looking so battle worn.
It didn't matter though, he was here now, they were his family, they'd take him back, at least he hoped so.
He stepped through the doorway, taking just enough steps to put himself right in the middle. Just enough so everyone in the room could seem, no matter who they were 'servicing' at the moment. As soon as he had opened the door though all eyes were on him. And it was like 50 pound weight had just landed on him for every pair of eyes. His backpack suddenly felt like a damn anvil. The surprise on his brothers faces hit him like knives, each one twisting in his gut. He couldn't tell if they were happy or mad just surprised their mouths hanging open. The whores and croweaters were shooed away, they exited through he door behind him all glaring at him as they passed for ruining their fun.
He could see Bobby standing to his left a cuestick in one hand, and a beer hanging loosely from the other. Chibs, the Scotsman, stood near the bar leaning on it, he had already dropped his whiskey, it laid on the floor beneath him, the brown liquid oozing out the bottle. His other brothers were there too. Jax, Tig, Clay, Piney, and Opie all standing some distance away, all not sure what to do but Clay, he glared his blue eyes grey burning holes in him. And Husky knew damn well why. The silence was momentarily broken though as she entered the room, a tray full of coffee cups, plates, and various alcohol. All clattering to the floor with a loud shattering noise as pieces of glass flew in all directions. Her whole body shook and tears were hanging in her eyes, but there was also anger a deep-seated anger that had been boiling inside her and was now bubbling over.
Husky looked at Gemma, she was as beautiful and strong as ever, the years had been kind to her. But he couldn't look her in the eyes not after what he had done to her the pain he caused her.
She strutted forward to him, quickly, every step fum of purpose. She stopped in front of him her hands caressing his face, she traced the scar on the side of his face so gently, but it sent sparks across his skin. Her fingers then moved to the the wound above his eye close to the hairline, the fresh wound that was still open and crusted with dried blood.Her mouth was open a bit like she still couldn't believe he was there, even though she could touch him and feel the warmth if his skin. He knew he had to say something, he had hundreds of things to say all running through his head, crashing into eachother he couldn't form words. He did have one word though.
"Mom." No sooner had it left his mouth, did his head jerk to the side with a smack of skin on skin, and he could already feel the vibrant red handprint on his face. He turned back to her, his eyes cold but not because of her or even the stinging slap she just gave him. His eyes had just been dead for a long time.
Gemma looked about ready to cry, but she wouldn't not here in front of the rest of the club. She dragged him into an embrace making his back pack slip of his shoulders before squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. Husky felt pain shooting up his spine, and across his chest for he was still sore from his injuries. But there was no way he was going to push her away, she needed this.
And that she did, Gemma hugged her son tightly, holding him close, believing that if she held on long enough it would sink in that he was really here and he would never leave her again. "My boy." She muttered into his chest as they stood embracing eachother, her head laying against his chest and his tilted on her shoulder.
It was like those two words were a cue to the rest of the group or something, for in minutes they were all swarming around him, hugging him and patting him on the back. All muttering things along the lines of "I'm so glad you're back!" and "We all missed you brother" words of endearment coming from everyone's mouth. Even Clay who had glared at him so violently earlier, now only had eyes full of love for his son. He was still mad and he would be for awhile, but Husky didn't blame him. The way he had left, had upset Gemma beyond all belief, seeing his love hurt like so probably killed Clay.
Eventually the greetings died away, and everyone stood around tears glistening their eyes but not falling down their face. Ha, big bad bikers brought to tears over a brother coming home.
"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." Gemma whispered as she took her sons hand and led him to one of the dorm rooms with a shower at the back of the clubhouse. Walking down the hall, Husky could here shouts of joy behind him, and his brothers yelling in glee as they prepared for a long night of whores, drinks, and partying. All in celebration of Husky coming home.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the bitter wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
Singing its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined by others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the bitter wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
Singing its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined by others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on desk staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on desk staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
