Lock, Shock, and Barrel are growing up, and have parted ways. They haven’t talked in years. What will happen when Lock and Barrel reconnect with Shock, who has made some wrong choices over the years? There may be some surprises ahead…
Rated M for some mature themes, smoking, drinking, and bleeped-out language.
Inspired by the song “Does Anybody Hear Her” by Casting Crowns.
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Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my first-ever songfic!
Lock, Shock, and Barrel are growing up, and have parted ways. They haven’t talked in years. What will happen when Lock and Barrel reconnect with Shock, who has made some wrong choices over the years? There may be some surprises ahead…
Rated M for some mature themes, smoking, drinking, and bleeped-out language.
Inspired by the song “Does Anybody Hear Her” by Casting Crowns.
Does Anybody Hear Her
Chapter One: The Wrong Direction
She is running
A hundred miles an hour
In the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon’s ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
Shock lowered herself onto the stone steps, the rain dripping off the wide brim of her hat into her eyes, soaking her black hair.
Nineteen years old, and she already felt ready to die.
What had happened?
Ever since the trio seperated, things had gone wrong.
And it was her fault.
When she was younger, there had been mischief. There had been pranks. There had been squabbles with Lock and Barrel, and scoldings from the Mayor, and even one or two “incidents” that got her in a little hot water. But nothing serious.
Not so now. Now, she was scared to show her face in town. She slunk through the streets like a thieving fox. Sometimes, people would stop and give her money, or offer to buy her coffee. She always refused. She could take care of herself.
Or so she had thought.
Here she was, sitting on a crumbling stone staircase, with the rain pouring down on her and drenching her slim figure.
A puddle formed on the ground before her, and she leaned over to stare at her reflection.
Shock looked a little different than she had as a child. She had (sort of) grown into her nose, but it was still long and narrow. Eyeliner was smudged heavily around her black eyes, and she wore black lipstick. Gone was the twirly dress with black trimming. She wore a tight, dark purple dress—so tight it didn’t just hug her curves, it squeezed them. The skirt was so short it made her squirm, and the neckline plunged uncomfortably. Cheap, chunky jewelry was all she could afford; nothing too fancy. The kind of stuff you get for five bucks at that little corner shop. Fishnet hose covered her legs, and she worse black shoes with four-inch-heels and tiny silver bows on the corners.
The one thing she had kept from her childhood was her hat. A little spruced-up, but she just couldn’t let it go. She had owned that hat since the beginning of her memory, and she wasn’t ready to sell it just yet. Even though she desperately needed the money.
Shock’s clothes looked fairly nice, but most of them were from thrift stores, bought at a bargain price with any money she managed to scrape up.
Any money left over usually bought her some cheap booze or cigarettes.
Just went to show how far she’d fallen.
As a kid, she had been fun-loving, mischevious, perhaps slightly wicked—but for the most part, Lock, Shock, and Barrel were innoccent, unaware of the cruel temptations that lurked in the world.
Now Shock knew them all too well.
She reached into her pocket and dug around until she found a cigarette. She lit it, and sat there, inhaling the smoky poison.
She choked on the feeling. She’d actually tried to quit, twice—but to no avail.
The cigarette flickered out after a few minutes. Shock dropped it and crushed it beneath her heel.
Then she buried her face in her hands and wept.
