demiurgent | Drabble set two (Reply)

This finishes up the drabbles I currently have. Feel free to suggest more. This is fun!

There are some language and content warnings, respectively, in the last two. So be warned.

For

solaas, we have In Nomine: Litheroy and Gabriel.

The Seraph leaned closer to the Ofanite. "Once again," he said, quietly. "Try it once again."

"The path is fraught," she said, rocking, her arms around her legs. "Watchful -- WATCHFUL! The goal is near, but across the gulf." Her head rolled back, and her eyes rolled back further still, showing only the whites. "Dart and weave and persevere! Use your eyes and your sense! Then... then comes relief, behind the door with the sign of pants or skirt."

The Seraph sighed. "No. Say 'the bathroom is right over there, across the street.' And point. Try again. You can do this."

For

glitchphil, we have the Kids in the Hall: what about Tony?

There was accordian music somewhere. He sat in the squalid lounge in the Hotel La Rut. A waiter stood nearby.

"Oui," the man said, and the waiter filled the glass with cheap, red wine. "But this... this must be my last."

"You look lost in thought, Tony," the waiter said.

"I am lost in thought," Tony confirmed. "I think of Michelle." He drank the rancid wine. "I think she must be wondering where I am... who I am with... what I am thinking -- am I thinking of her? and will I ever return someday."

The waiter refilled the glass again.

For

prodigal, we have Jack Chick. He told me to surprise him. I suspect he'll be surprised.

I drove the axe handle down, into his stomach. Again. And again.

His eyes were closed.

"You're going to die," I snarled. "I'm going to kill you. Do you get that? Do you?"

"Yes," he whispered, blood on his lip.

"If you have a last word," I snapped, "this would be a good time."

His eyes opened. "I will not die," he whispered. "I will live forever by the side of the Lord." He swallowed. "And you can too. Accept Jesus Christ as your Saviour and He will wash your sins away, too."

With his last breath he forgave me.

For

mrbankies, we have the historic meeting of Trudy Glick (from Gossamer Commons), and Trudy Galloway (from Superguy/ALU). (Contains naughty words -- so Archangelic readers should read it when there aren't Impudite children looking over their shoulders.)

"You seriously shouldn't smoke," one said, her legs up over the back of the couch, her head down near the floor.

"Ppfft," the other replied, lying back on the coffee table. "Like I take advice from some chick in spandex."

"It's a weave," the first said, without conviction. "Bulletproof. Important in my line."

"I don't sweat bullets," came the answer. "Shoot me and my mighty lung tumors will repel them."

"Whatever," the first said, sitting up. "It's just so... done. Jocks smoke. Goths smoke. Naughty Debbies smoke."

"Yeah? So the fuck what?" She shrugged. "I like the taste of burning."

Finally... because he's sick and wrong,

drderanged has asked for fan fiction of Doctor Glick, from Gossamer Commons.

The Doctor slid the scalpel along the skin, opening it smoothly and spreading the muscle. "There is a certain quality in death," he said. "A peacefulness. An order."

I felt nauseous. I had never seen death up close, before. I knew I'd have to as a Doctor, but still....

It was too much. I looked away, rubbing my eyes. My head was swimming...

His hand clamped down onto my arm, hard. He yanked me facing forward, his cold eyes burrowing into mine. "Pay attention," he hissed. "Your weakness is disrespectful." His eyes narrowed. "I do not suffer disrespect, young man."