Okay, this my very first one-shot, so don't be gentle but don't flame me just because it might not be the very best, constructive critisism works best, thanks. Anyways I watched King Kong (2005) and it made me cry, and I really wanted someone to see that he was good besides Ann Darrow so I worte this.
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For ninety years the great breadth of the animal had been locked within the glass walls of the Smithsonian Museum. For ninety years the King has sat staring unblinkingly at the wall, never once seeing the many faces of those that came to stare at him in wonder and disbelief. And for ninety years they'd never really seen him.
The small upturned tablet old his story, of how he'd once been a King of a land far away and long ago lost to humans eyes. How he'd been brought to New York in all senses a captive and how he'd fallen from the Empire State building after being shot down by the newly constructed airplanes. How he'd carried a woman to the top of the building and would've killed her had it not been for the bravery of the soldiers. All who read the tablet took it for truth, for history never lies.
Green eyes gazed at him, the massive king, as they had been doing for thirteen long years, ignoring the chatter and the surging mass of people that surrounded them. Gazed at the long arms covered in pitch black and what she suspected to be coarse hairs. Gazed at the scar covered chest and the hand like feet. Gazed at the deep brown eyes so filled with sadness. Those eyes that seemed to look past everyone and on to something or someone that they would never have the pleasure of seeing. The eyes that seemed to so mirror her own.
Ever since she'd been a child Kara had stared at those eyes in wonder, the only companion she'd ever really needed to understand. The tablet at the base of the exhibit said he'd been a monster, an unfeeling animal that was to stupid to realize what he'd done or what he was doing, her mother had agreed. But as those lifeless eyes bored into her own she could barely keep the tears from slipping down her cheeks. A powerful sadness was hidden deep within that being, one that though it's life had long ago been stripped away, remained untouched through the long years. She would not call him a monster
Of all the faces that has passed him by, of all the people to ever look at him, only one had really looked. He was no monster, he was no demon. He had been lost, the last of his kind, taken to a world where he didn't belong, to a place he would die and live on forever as something he wasn't. It wasn't his place. But people saw what they wanted to see, it was humanity's way. They saw him as a prize, saw him as something to hang on their walls after a late night hunt. Kara's heart hurt at the thought.
She smiled a sad little smile at him, one that had the tears brimming her eyes and her voice choking. She let her gaze run over him again, his arms, his chest, his legs, his face. He was tragic and she loved him for it. He hadn't died from the fall, nor the gunshots, he'd died seconds before that, gazing, as she did, at something he could never have. He'd been the protector, the other the angel. She smiled again and tears spilled softly away as she came to this realization.
He'd died giving his heart and soul to protect something that was worth more than anything else in the world to him. Humanity didn't believe that the King had been anything but a monster that understood emotions as well as he understood the laws of Physics. Kara knew otherwise, he'd known more of love in that instant than perhaps anyone else standing in the room.
"Jeeze, what a bloody monster." Someone with a British accent said to her right
"No," she whispered as she gazed at him, "He's beautiful."