A Heaven of Hell
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rec50Claim: Starsky & Hutch (TV) – general
Prompt: #06 anger
Title: A Heaven of Hell
Author: K Hanna Korossy
Rating: R
Length: 107KB
Brief summary: Is it the end?
Link: http://korossy.org/khk/Heaven.htm
Excerpt:
And Hutch knew suddenly what Dobey had meant, why his boss had reluctantly let them lock Starsky up in that place. This Starsky was a stranger to him, and quite possibly capable of everything the captain had claimed. It was unbelievable how quickly things had deteriorated. “Starsk” he started softly, taking another step, only a few paces separating them now.
“Get out.” The words burned with fury. Then, before Hutch recovered from his shock, Starsky was moving the last few feet to the door, probably to open it and bodily usher his partner out.
Hutch was still fooling himself.
He saw Starsky’s back-up Beretta hanging in its holster by the door a split-second before Starsky reached for it, already knowing he’d be too late to react, and that he’d been seriously, perhaps fatally, mistaken in figuring he could handle what was wrong with his partner.
And then Starsky was pointing the gun at him, falling unconsciously into shooting stance.
Hutch swallowed. His fear was full-blown terror now. Looking down a gun barrel would make anyone weak-kneed, but if Starsky shot him, he’d hurt himself at least as badly as his partner.
Prompt: #06 anger
Title: A Heaven of Hell
Author: K Hanna Korossy
Rating: R
Length: 107KB
Brief summary: Is it the end?
Link: http://korossy.org/khk/Heaven.htm
Excerpt:
And Hutch knew suddenly what Dobey had meant, why his boss had reluctantly let them lock Starsky up in that place. This Starsky was a stranger to him, and quite possibly capable of everything the captain had claimed. It was unbelievable how quickly things had deteriorated. “Starsk” he started softly, taking another step, only a few paces separating them now.
“Get out.” The words burned with fury. Then, before Hutch recovered from his shock, Starsky was moving the last few feet to the door, probably to open it and bodily usher his partner out.
Hutch was still fooling himself.
He saw Starsky’s back-up Beretta hanging in its holster by the door a split-second before Starsky reached for it, already knowing he’d be too late to react, and that he’d been seriously, perhaps fatally, mistaken in figuring he could handle what was wrong with his partner.
And then Starsky was pointing the gun at him, falling unconsciously into shooting stance.
Hutch swallowed. His fear was full-blown terror now. Looking down a gun barrel would make anyone weak-kneed, but if Starsky shot him, he’d hurt himself at least as badly as his partner.
