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57: Song Titles: Bruce Springsteen: Human Touch - Original - Run, Rabbit
Title: Run, Rabbit
Fandom: Original
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: OC
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: She doesn't need, or want, human companionship.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Ficlet Zone 57: Song Titles: Bruce Springsteen: Human Touch
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Didn't think I'd be playing in my new Get My Shovel 'verse, but evidently the Muses, and/or my temper, had other plans...
I don't need human touch. They claim every human does, but they don't know me. I was mistreated my entire life. I don't crave human touch. I damn sure don't need it. I'd rather shoot off any ass' hand rather than let them touch me again.
I'm an old school type of girl. I prefer being able to dig my hands and tools into the dirt, actually lay my hands on the things I'm building and animals for which I'm caring. Let me tell you something else too: These animals, from the smelliest rat to the most hard-headed bull, are all more loyal than any human. I'll welcome any animal here too, as long as they'll leave the other animals alone. Sure, I've gotta look the other way sometimes when it comes to the cats and squirrels or mice, but for the most part, they get along peacefully. I bet you won't find a single group of humans that get along as well.
I venture out maybe once a month. I have to, unfortunately. I have to sell my goods and buy everybody food and other supplies. But I've got that down to a bit of an art these days. It doesn't take long, and I come back with everything we all need for a month or two. I'm hearing about air deliveries and other ways of ordering. The trucks don't normally make it out all this way -- the boys down the hill have a tendency to shoot 'em down and take whatever they want out of their packages, which is pretty close to every darn thing.
But these drones they've got now... Those have possibilities. I'm hearing, on my Dad's old radio, that they're even going as far out into the deserts and third world countries. Maybe I can get one of them to start delivering, and then I won't have to deal with humans at all. Won't have to deal with their lying tongues and cheating hearts. Yeah, I know that sounds like a country music line, but it's the dang truth.
You don't wanna know how many people I've been hurt by. It's practically every damn one I ever let get close. My own parents didn't want me, and they never let me forget it. They wanted me for their own uses. That was it, and you don't want to know what they are. Why the Hell am I even telling you this? Why am I opening up to some stranger who stopped because he claims his truck won't run?
Mister, you see this shotgun? It's my Daddy's old gun, and it's served me well. You better get back up to that old, blue truck up there in a hurry, and you better get it running. Or do you wanna do like my folks did and stay here forever? Ya better run, rabbit. I've got you in my sights, and I don't like humans. I don't want your kind here. I won't have it. Run or --
BAM.
The End
Fandom: Original
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: OC
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: She doesn't need, or want, human companionship.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Ficlet Zone 57: Song Titles: Bruce Springsteen: Human Touch
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Didn't think I'd be playing in my new Get My Shovel 'verse, but evidently the Muses, and/or my temper, had other plans...
I don't need human touch. They claim every human does, but they don't know me. I was mistreated my entire life. I don't crave human touch. I damn sure don't need it. I'd rather shoot off any ass' hand rather than let them touch me again.
I'm an old school type of girl. I prefer being able to dig my hands and tools into the dirt, actually lay my hands on the things I'm building and animals for which I'm caring. Let me tell you something else too: These animals, from the smelliest rat to the most hard-headed bull, are all more loyal than any human. I'll welcome any animal here too, as long as they'll leave the other animals alone. Sure, I've gotta look the other way sometimes when it comes to the cats and squirrels or mice, but for the most part, they get along peacefully. I bet you won't find a single group of humans that get along as well.
I venture out maybe once a month. I have to, unfortunately. I have to sell my goods and buy everybody food and other supplies. But I've got that down to a bit of an art these days. It doesn't take long, and I come back with everything we all need for a month or two. I'm hearing about air deliveries and other ways of ordering. The trucks don't normally make it out all this way -- the boys down the hill have a tendency to shoot 'em down and take whatever they want out of their packages, which is pretty close to every darn thing.
But these drones they've got now... Those have possibilities. I'm hearing, on my Dad's old radio, that they're even going as far out into the deserts and third world countries. Maybe I can get one of them to start delivering, and then I won't have to deal with humans at all. Won't have to deal with their lying tongues and cheating hearts. Yeah, I know that sounds like a country music line, but it's the dang truth.
You don't wanna know how many people I've been hurt by. It's practically every damn one I ever let get close. My own parents didn't want me, and they never let me forget it. They wanted me for their own uses. That was it, and you don't want to know what they are. Why the Hell am I even telling you this? Why am I opening up to some stranger who stopped because he claims his truck won't run?
Mister, you see this shotgun? It's my Daddy's old gun, and it's served me well. You better get back up to that old, blue truck up there in a hurry, and you better get it running. Or do you wanna do like my folks did and stay here forever? Ya better run, rabbit. I've got you in my sights, and I don't like humans. I don't want your kind here. I won't have it. Run or --
BAM.
The End