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FANFIC: clean hands (Severance)
Feb. 9th, 2026 01:48 pmTotally forgot to post this yesterday. Oh well ^^U
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When Helena startles awake, the last thing her eyes caught on were the elevator doors closing on their way to the severed floor, and the first thing they see now are the tiles on her father's kitchen floor; the second, him, gasping, desperate, choking on his own blood, the offending device in his hand; the third, the knife in her own blood-soaked hands.
Static in her ears, a quiet serenity washes over her; she takes in the scene with a dispassion that more closely resembles shock than her usual put-on self-assurance —all rapid breaths, trembling hands, the decision to watch as her father dies instead of do as he all but orders her to in wordless, panting pleads, is less a decision and more of an euphoric state of paralysis.
Helly is wild, dangerous, a force to be reckoned with —the resurgence of the hurricane of a child the man on the floor once slaughtered and shaped into a fawning daughter, now filling the starved husk left behind—, she's action where Helena is inaction; that's why Helly brandished the blade and Helena stands, motionless, until her father's eyes turn glassy and his mouth blissfully silent, as Helena herself finally screams.
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Author's note: This illustrates a scenario I thought about during/after the season 2 finale. I've pondered whether to write it, but swamped as I am with both fandom and IRL projects I don't know that I'd be able to... so I jumped at the chance to indulge in it a bit, thanks to this anonymous prompt.
Title: clean hands.
Fandom: Severance.
Pairing: Helena Eagan & Helly R. & Jame Eagan.
Summary: written for the prompt: "any, any female character, every woman is allowed to commit patricide."" in the Three Sentence Ficathon.
Word count: 200.
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When Helena startles awake, the last thing her eyes caught on were the elevator doors closing on their way to the severed floor, and the first thing they see now are the tiles on her father's kitchen floor; the second, him, gasping, desperate, choking on his own blood, the offending device in his hand; the third, the knife in her own blood-soaked hands.
Static in her ears, a quiet serenity washes over her; she takes in the scene with a dispassion that more closely resembles shock than her usual put-on self-assurance —all rapid breaths, trembling hands, the decision to watch as her father dies instead of do as he all but orders her to in wordless, panting pleads, is less a decision and more of an euphoric state of paralysis.
Helly is wild, dangerous, a force to be reckoned with —the resurgence of the hurricane of a child the man on the floor once slaughtered and shaped into a fawning daughter, now filling the starved husk left behind—, she's action where Helena is inaction; that's why Helly brandished the blade and Helena stands, motionless, until her father's eyes turn glassy and his mouth blissfully silent, as Helena herself finally screams.
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Author's note: This illustrates a scenario I thought about during/after the season 2 finale. I've pondered whether to write it, but swamped as I am with both fandom and IRL projects I don't know that I'd be able to... so I jumped at the chance to indulge in it a bit, thanks to this anonymous prompt.
