Reflections: Weapons of Choice
by
Chris AndersonDisclaimer: Alias is the property of other people, including J.J. Abrams and Bad Robot productions.
Written for the Theatrical Muse 'weapons of choice' challenge.
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Laura Bristow:
The red pen moves in her hand, scanning along pages, dipping down now and again to circle a word, a line, a paragraph. Notes made in the margins, the good and the bad. The students say she is tough but fair, yet they still fear her criticism, still flinch from the marks of that pen.
Some of her colleagues have ceased to use the red; they think it is too harsh. But she will always use it, as a reminder that the truth is not always easy.
Sometimes, it bleeds.
Irina Derevko:
She dislikes relying too heavily upon one weapon; it makes her vulnerable in too many ways. But she does have her favorites.
The guns, solid in her hands, caged thunder and lightening at her fingertips. The knives, sharp and quick, quiet when silence matters. Her body, always ready, for those times when she wants to feel a kill in her hands. The one weapon she always counts upon, because it is always there, is never out of reach. Her beauty, a tool like any other, and the one that is always, somehow, least expected.
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