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sylph_fics) wrote2008-09-17 11:44 pm
sylph_fics) wrote2008-09-17 11:44 pm
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Onthe_couch prompt 17.1
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
Not in my life, it's damned well not.
Especially not right now.
There's nothing resembling flattery in the shambles my name is in because of the godforsaken piece of filth that ran around as me for going on two years now. I swear, I take some time off because I'm getting stupidly sloppy and something from god-knows-when in my past apparently decides that it would be fun to screw with my life and the friendships I'd built by making it look like I'd gone insane.
If Rose didn't swear Wade was dead (and I hadn't dug up the body and had it tested just in case) I'd swear this was his damned work. My current hunch is it's something from in the multiverse, as the HIVE's remnants couldn't be tied tightly enough to my most current problem. Seems to be borne out by the Logans (and one ought to be enough,but why the hell can't any of them be the one from here?) that I keep meeting.
Then there was Bill Walsh in Grant's armor trying to convince me that he was my dead son, come back to haunt and torment me. Or should I mention-- no, I won't. It's not her fault, and it hardly meets the criteria besides.
Or Mirage's little trick of trying to copy me and make me think I'd lost my mind? As though I don't know her?
Or the half-dozen times I'd been framed and set up for a fall for things I didn't actually do?
No, whoever came up with that witty little half-assed stupid platitude had never seen what a little "imitation" can do to fuck up someone's life.
Word count: 300
Not in my life, it's damned well not.
Especially not right now.
There's nothing resembling flattery in the shambles my name is in because of the godforsaken piece of filth that ran around as me for going on two years now. I swear, I take some time off because I'm getting stupidly sloppy and something from god-knows-when in my past apparently decides that it would be fun to screw with my life and the friendships I'd built by making it look like I'd gone insane.
If Rose didn't swear Wade was dead (and I hadn't dug up the body and had it tested just in case) I'd swear this was his damned work. My current hunch is it's something from in the multiverse, as the HIVE's remnants couldn't be tied tightly enough to my most current problem. Seems to be borne out by the Logans (and one ought to be enough,
Then there was Bill Walsh in Grant's armor trying to convince me that he was my dead son, come back to haunt and torment me. Or should I mention-- no, I won't. It's not her fault, and it hardly meets the criteria besides.
Or Mirage's little trick of trying to copy me and make me think I'd lost my mind? As though I don't know her?
Or the half-dozen times I'd been framed and set up for a fall for things I didn't actually do?
No, whoever came up with that witty little half-assed stupid platitude had never seen what a little "imitation" can do to fuck up someone's life.
Word count: 300
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It was amazing what human contact could do, he reflected as he headed out of the penthouse, to the subway, to work.