WARNINGS: Major character death, hurt, pain, anguish
STORY TYPE: Poem
CATEGORY: Action, Adventure
DISCLAIMER: No profit was gained from this or any other A-Team story wrote, only satisfaction. Characters owned by Stephen J. Cannell & Co.
Lifeless, painful, full of fear
Unable to shed a single tear
The only comfort in his pain,
Tis the fingers closing over his own again
Just who is it? Doesn't know
He only wants the pain to go
He screams aloud, and twists and turns
His mind explodes, he screams, he burns
Then the pain begins to ease
His eyes reveal a man on his knees
Praying slightly to a greater force
His face full of hurt, fear, remorse
"Hannibal, this isn't right,
You guys should be taking flight.
If Decker comes, you're a sitting duck
The team will be surely out of luck"
"Face lie still" Hannibal ordered,
He checked to ensure the windows were bordered
He sat by the young man's side
All pain, no scams, no tricks, no pride
"If Decker comes, we'll be side by side
No man can take our courage, our pride
The four of us will get away
That I vow on this darkened day
If Decker should come and knock
I swear! He'll shortly need a Doc
I'd kill him to get you out alive
And BA and Murdock, we'd all survive"
Face sighed and nodded, leant back still
Accepting from Hannibal the smallish pill
He sat and waited for Murdock and BA
But no familiar voices came that day
Hannibal began to get the shakes
After all, a small worry is all it takes
He quickly turned on headline news
And was met with some horrific views
The van was smashed, BA taken away
"But where was Murdock?" he did pray
Hannibal screamed, "Murdock dead?"
A headache wracked his fear-filled head
No! Thank God! Murdock was still breathing
His breath was ragged, he was madly seething
Decker smiled, vulture, cannibal
Murdock said one small word "Hannibal ...."
Hannibal flicked off the TV fast
He knew this sanctuary wouldn't last
He cursed himself, that Face was ill
He climbed a never ending hill
"Hannibal, you have to go
Save BA, Murdock, let them know
I'll be alright till you get back
For who's around to fear attack?"
Hannibal smiled, squeezed Peck's hand
Such perfect fingers, and golden tanned
"I won't forget" Hannibal swore to Peck
The broken figure, the man, the wreck
"Try to sleep whilst I am away"
"Hannibal, you really mustn't delay"
As Hannibal hurried out the door
Peck felt his body start to roar
The pain did cease, Peck began to float
He had had his final vote
With his last breath, he did cry
"I love you three, so I must die"