This blog today is a quick Adrian Veidt fan fiction work by me and yes, I do love Adrian...he is a dream guy for me and he and I are a little too similar for comfort...well, it could be made comfortable...*giggles*...I just started typing this to make up some lost time in the Veidt column and also to take a break from the other novel which I have titled Forever, and its a saga too! I have other stories which all fit in and are ready to roll...so here we go....
Disclaimer: I don't own Adrian, wish I did, but I don't...I don't own Watchmen and other than Adrian, this has nothing to do with that great comic...so don't hate me or anything...lol
My inspiration was watching Adrian and listening to this awesome song by the deftones...they are muses to me...
Hole in the Earth - By TaSunke21
Karnak:
As he stands there watching Night Owl and Silk Spectre leave, Adrian Veidt feels remorse. Remorse and doubt. "Did I do the right thing?", says the little voice in Adrian's head. In an instant, flashes of faces come into his mind like stabs from a million knives. He tries to dodge them all with a quick blink and a sigh but to no avail. "How did this all happen?" wonders Veidt. In his thoughts he sees all that he did up to this point and remembers exactly how. In fact, he even remembers in great detail, how only minutes ago, he informed the rest of the Watchmen and sacrificed his greatest friend and ally, Bubastis, all with clear mind and unclouded, unflinching brutality. It was an ease that scared him now, though he had to admit, it felt right at the time. "My poor girl, I hope she forgives me.", says a sadly bemused Adrian. He thinks back to day he had her made, a grueling and heartbreaking process, which bore no results in the first 10 test subjects. Adrian had to admit, that each subject that died, he felt a little of their deaths to himself, as he thought it was only fair for his want of a perfect feline being the cause. How on earth did he manage the suffering of each failed attempt? Simply waiting for lucky number 11, is what did the trick, and sure enough, the process was completed and his girl, Bubastis was born. Since that day, he lavished all his attention on her and had no other pets but her. She even became his closest companion, his dearest friend, til her end. At the thought of the words her end, Adrian winces and knows that her death had been in vain. A trivial attempt at keeping the only super man living at bay. The intrinsic field remover that made Dr. Manhattan what he was, only delayed him for a matter of minutes. A failing on Adrian's part. This thought leads Adrian to wonder, "If Bubastis died in vain, then what makes me so sure that I managed to save anyone at all?" A waste. A general heaping waste of life and time. How did it come to this and why? Adrian knew exactly why. Nuclear war. Death and destruction of billions, death of the planet itself. Surely this had to be a better alternative than the former and served as incentive to the latter. He could no longer deny that what he did was moral wrong. Ethically, however is a different story entirely. What he accomplished soared beyond anything that Alexander the Great ever did or dreamt of doing. Adrian saved humanity. He saved the planet and walked away, able to breathe without difficulty. Unlike most, namely the millions in the cities attacked, who don't breathe at all now. Yet there had to be this sacrifice. There has to be a giving of something in order for us to take. And taking is something that humanity does all too easily and without justification. So why should this be any different? "I did the right thing." surmises a bemused Adrian. Not lost on him was the irony of how only hours earlier, he and Bubastis enjoyed a lovely brunch and had the rest of Adrian's things moved from his apartment in New York to his mansion in upstate New York. There at his new mansion was waiting Adrian's Fiancee, a mere girl of 20 years old, with the brownest eyes and most beautiful auburn hair he had ever seen. When he saw her for the first time at a charity function in the city, he couldn't stop staring at her. He soon found himself asking after her, wanting to know everything he could know about her. Her name is Alexandria. "How fitting." He mutters to himself as he watches her being twirled on the dance floor by another gentleman. Grinning to himself, he thought of how much Bubastis would like a mother figure around and how he could do with a pretty young thing on his arm. Then and there, Adrian Veidt fell in love. After speaking to some of his society associates, he learns the name of her father and that he is there at the function as well as his daughter. He is pointed out to Adrian. All doubts aside, he immediately introduced himself to the girl's father and gained his trust. In the back of his mind, Adrian ponders the ease with which he has just gained over another ally and a prize all in one shot. At once, he thinks back to his role model, Alexander, and remembers his marriage to a younger woman for political reasons. Adrian smirks and knows that this is not that age, but it fits all the same. But not really, in his heart Adrian knows he could love the girl, and Bubastis will warm up to her. He was marrying for love. Love. A new feeling entirely for Adrian. Up until this point he has only had a strong feeling of respect and admiration for some people, but never love. Even his parents, he never loved them. Bubastis. His friends in the Watchmen. Respect and admiration. His two main stays of feeling at hand. Wondering why she was so different, Adrian is lost in his thoughts, as she, on the arm of her father is presented to Adrian. With those soulful, deep, chocolaty brown eyes of hers staring at him and her long auburn hair in waves, she speaks and melts the ice around Adrian's heart. In his mind, Adrian grieves for his beloved friend Bubastis, but in his heart, he rejoices. He is joyful at the outcome of the events of today. As he sits upon a throne from Egypt, Adrian is truly happy that his casualty list is so short and that all that has happened, has only happened to him and Bubastis. Nothing touched her. His Alexandria. She is safe and his promise to her dead father of keeping her safe and well cared for rings in his ears. "I did it all for her and she will never know it." States an elated Adrian. It was only fair, as this was his cross to bare. She had no part in it and would know nothing of it. He loved her and she loved him, she even adored Bubastis and was reciprocated by the feline. Things were so perfect. Now Adrian is sure, he did the right thing. He killed millions to save billions. In exchange for the senseless deaths at the hands of nuclear war, he reasoned that he now gave them purpose and honor. For a world at peace, there had to be some sacrifice. A fact that he has now come to full terms with. Although, being the smartest man on earth, its not forgotten by him that only moments before he doubted himself and his actions. How silly of him to think himself a failure. He did the right thing. As Adrian stands to leave and head to the hanger and take his plane back to the States, a familiar purr is heard behind him. Slowly turning, he finds the source of the sound, amongst the video screens that all show the many nations on earth gathering to make peace, a recording of Bubastis earlier in the day is now playing on one of the main screens. Watching her rub her head against Adrian's hand, he notices her adoration of him. Adrian knew what it was to be loved and admired but he never really let the effect take over. He let it hit him all at once and he dropped to knees, yet not a sound nor a tear escaped him. He caught his breath and picked himself up again, shutting off the screens and the celluloid image of his lost friend. He heads to the master bedroom and changes out of his suit into a more suitable outfit for his flight back to the States. A flight that would take him back to Alexandria. He steps into the hanger and onto his plane, the flight attendant and pilot welcoming faces for the tired Adrian. He sits in his seat with a quiet and determined looked on his face. The flight attendant, a woman named Allison, makes small talk with Adrian, speaking of all the devastation left after the attack and the millions dead. Yet, Allison is not so saddened, as she tells Adrian she has no family in the cities and is thankful for it. 'How strange.' Adrian thinks. With a sigh and a grimace, Adrian asks for some time to rest and for the ETA of their flight back to his private airport. 8 hours. 8 hours of sleep and rest to try to hide the strain from her. 8 hours to wish away the pain that has built up again. He falls into a slumber that produces the most vivid dream he has ever had. He dreamt that he was living in better times, with no nuclear weapons, no struggle against death or greed. No fear. Everything is in abundance and life is good. He dreams of Alexandria, her face cupped in his hands and her eyes staring at him. He knows this memory, it isn't a dream at all. She stares at him and brings out the fire in his soul, all of his passions and needs rising within him. He slowly kisses her and begins to take off her robe. In one movement, he pushes the robe off her shoulders and to the floor, a kiss shared in between each moment. She pushes him a little and breaks the kiss. She attempts to reach down for the robe and he stops her. His action all the explanation she needs. She starts to step backward and away from him. His hands are too strong and his feet too quick. She starts to push away from him harder, but to no avail. Adrian has her firmly in his grasp and he pulls her to his bedroom as gently as possible. He tries to gently lay her down on the bed, but is stopped by her pushing and pleading. She softly cries and begs Adrian to wait until they are married. He stops his kisses and loosens his hold on her wrists. He stares into her eyes and brushes the tears from them. He takes her face in his hands and cups it there, as he stares at her, longingly and lovingly, he kisses all the tears and their marks away from her beautiful face. The look in his eyes let her know that there was no going back, Adrian confirmed the realization by wrapping a strong arm around her and letting himself rest on top of her. 'How quickly she accepted the outcome.' goes through Adrian's mind and the memory of her soft hands touching the exposed skin under his shirt. "That's right, my love, don't be afraid." He told her as he continued to unbutton his shirt and pull it out from his belt and pants. Knowing that he could save some time and be sensible, he undoes his buckle and the top of his pants, then pulls his shirt ends out to take off. Alexandria shudders and gasps a little at the full sight of Adrian's chest. The scars along with the well toned muscle, the sculptured abs, and smooth texture of his skin where no scars rested. As Adrian took off his shirt and pulled off his belt, Alexandria shuddered beneath him and a calming hush comes from Adrian's lips. She stops shivering, but cannot stop her trembling under him. 'Why does she fear me?' wonders Adrian. He looks at her and starts to reach for the slit in her purple nightgown. He finds it and pushes his hand up the skin of her leg and runs his hand up to her underwear. He leans back and gets to his knees and takes her leg in his hand and lifts it to the other side of him, simultaneously using the other hand to pull off the boy shorts she decided to wear. Her hand darts to his wrist and she catches him off guard, attempting one last time to subdue him and avert the coming storm. They stare at each other both knowing that there is no stopping now. One last feeble attempt to sway him with words, Alexandria starts to cry again, thinking it will stop this foolishness. It doesn't and Adrian rips the slit in her night gown a little higher for his purposes. She lets out a whimper and a sob, but is comforted by Adrian. "Just relax and lay back, don't move or try to get away. I want this to be a happy memory, for both of us." Kissing her and trying to put her at ease, he tells her, "In all truth, this will hurt for a little bit, but it will get better, I can show you." And with that Adrian pulls Alexandria to him and places her hands on his waist. Kissing her, he joins them and muffles Alexandria's cry. He sets a pace that is steady and gentle, not yet ready to subject her to any pain, any more than he already has. In between the push and pull of their bodies, Alexandria starts to breathe in time with Adrian, their pants keeping pace. He looks into her eyes and knows he can push a little faster, a little harder, and she would be fine. So he does and her breathing becomes louder and cries and sobs come out of her lips. He watches her as she shuts her eyes and turns her head to the side. He can feel her tighten and become rigid, like she is trying to shut him out. He knows this feeling and instinctively moves harder and faster against her. Adrian would not let her distance them. He feels her pain as she tightens around him and makes him aware of her. Not wanting to hurt her, he grabs onto the headboard in front of him and firmly holds her waist with his other hand as he slams them together as hard as he can. Once, twice, the third being the charm, Alexandria lets out a series of cries and sobs and is followed closely by Adrian's own voice. They see stars and hear buzzing in their ears as Adrian finishes his joining of their bodies and souls. Both struggling to calm their breathing, a tired but victorious Adrian gently lays himself down on her and to his surprise, her arms wrap themselves around him. She holds him and he holds her, the visual of the change that has happened on the inside of each. As he lifts his head to look at her, she stares at him with unfathomable love and adoration. In that glance, he can tell she is glad he took her and made them one. She tells him in words,"I love you." He tells her, "I love you too."
There is a sudden jolt in the plane and Adrian is awoken from his dream/memory. The pilot tells Adrian he is sorry for the turbulence and to expect to land shortly. Now Alexandria fills Adrian's senses entirely, her presence a looming beacon on so dark a day for him. "Now how will I explain Bubastis?" He wonders and the thought comes to him, she walked into the power generator chasing after a ball and was killed instantly. No pain, no suffering. That should suffice for Alexandria. He can always make another one for her should she ask. Bubastis II. Yes, that was it. The plane lands and he disembarks, leaving behind the guilt, or so he hopes. He gets into his limo and is driven to the mansion. Standing at the front door, she waits for him. Smiling and waving. A great sight for him. He did so much for her to be safe and she won't ever know. A small grin and grimace fall on his face and he tries to put up his best front for her. He gets out and she runs to him, throwing her arms around him, muttering her love and concern for his safety. They head into the mansion. She asks him so many questions about the events and tells him how worried she was. She breaks into tears. She smiles through them and says, "But you are safe and sound, here with me, where you belong." At those words, he collapses. Adrian Veidt falls into a hole in the earth and feels the weight of everything hit him. The death, suffering, pain, and sorrow are all tell tale signs of the strain of the victory. His grief is too much and her concern is the kicker. He cries and cries and tells her he loves her and how much she means to him. He tells her about the death of Bubastis and she shares his tears. Alone amongst the array of servants and house keepers, Adrian and Alexandria grieve on the grand staircase. They sit there well into the hours of the night, comforting one another. It is dark in the mansion and all is quiet. The sobs and cries are gone. Picking themselves up, Adrian looks down into Alexandria's eyes and in that moment he knows, he did the right thing. He is at peace with what he has done, not because of his own selfish desires, but because, he did it for her. "And she will never know." He thinks to himself. I love her. But she will never know what I did for her. For us. For the world. With Alexandria as his strength, Adrian Veidt starts to heal the hole in the earth.
The end.
This is my first attempt at Veidt fan fiction....I hope you all like it...thanks and ta ta my freaky darlings!
XOXOXO
TaSunke
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