the places we left behind...
Jun. 19th, 2022 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intrepidtruthsThere's something freeing while driving down the open road. She's felt this way before, once, back when she was leaving behind a life she had ruined because of bad decisions and even worse consequences. Driving out of Vermont, even if she was driving away because her father told her to leave, still left her with that feeling of breaking free. For all the space Fagan Corners had, it'd always felt like a prison cell, one where its four walls were constantly closing in on her.
Right now, as the sun is beginning to set and the sky is painted with hues of pinks and oranges, leaving New York makes her relive those long hours she'd once spent out on the road, trying to put as much distance between herself and what used to be home.
In Fagan Corners, she had ended one life - her brother's; in New York, she was leaving to save hers and countless others.
It's what she tells herself as the radio continues to play soft rock, a station neither she nor Frank touched ever since getting on the highway.
Billy Russo made a promise to come after Frank if it was the last thing he did, and Wilson Fisk promised the same fate to Karen by sending his FBI assassin, Benjamin Pointdexter, after her. The Bulletin was hit, Pointdexter having killed several of her colleagues, and Billy was trying to recreate what he had made with Anvil, but rather than protect those who hired his services he was putting his skills as a marine to kill those who stood in his way.
"I-I think we should stop for the night," she manages to get out, turning to look at Frank. Karen doesn't know how long he's been driving, but when she looks at the gas metre, she can see that the tank needs to be filled before they continue on for another long stretch. Reaching into the glove compartment, she pulls out a map and unfolds it. She grabs her cell phone, the SIM card having since been broken and discarded, she presses on the flashlight feature and holds it up over the map.
"There should be a motel about fifteen minutes from where we are," she says after a few minutes trying to focus her eyes on the routes and various turns that lead further and further away from the city.
Right now, as the sun is beginning to set and the sky is painted with hues of pinks and oranges, leaving New York makes her relive those long hours she'd once spent out on the road, trying to put as much distance between herself and what used to be home.
In Fagan Corners, she had ended one life - her brother's; in New York, she was leaving to save hers and countless others.
It's what she tells herself as the radio continues to play soft rock, a station neither she nor Frank touched ever since getting on the highway.
Billy Russo made a promise to come after Frank if it was the last thing he did, and Wilson Fisk promised the same fate to Karen by sending his FBI assassin, Benjamin Pointdexter, after her. The Bulletin was hit, Pointdexter having killed several of her colleagues, and Billy was trying to recreate what he had made with Anvil, but rather than protect those who hired his services he was putting his skills as a marine to kill those who stood in his way.
"I-I think we should stop for the night," she manages to get out, turning to look at Frank. Karen doesn't know how long he's been driving, but when she looks at the gas metre, she can see that the tank needs to be filled before they continue on for another long stretch. Reaching into the glove compartment, she pulls out a map and unfolds it. She grabs her cell phone, the SIM card having since been broken and discarded, she presses on the flashlight feature and holds it up over the map.
"There should be a motel about fifteen minutes from where we are," she says after a few minutes trying to focus her eyes on the routes and various turns that lead further and further away from the city.
