drabbles: SN and Terminator - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: price of a soul

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for “The Magnificent Seven”

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 300

Point of view: third

 

She’s waiting at the crossroad when he goes, skin golden and hair long, eyes sky-blue. “Samuel Winchester,” she purrs. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Without preamble, he asks, “What will it take for you to let him go?”

She smiles. “His soul is mine, sweet boy. You have nothing I want.”

He stares at her, mind rushing too swiftly for words, discarding ideas as quickly as he forms them. “Please,” he entreats. “There must be something.”

She cants her head, eyes flickering crimson. “Does he know you’re here, little brother?”

“No.” Sam bites his lip. “He told me I can’t look for a way out. He thinks I’ll just let him go.”

She smiles again and steps forward. “Tell me… if I asked you to become my pet, would you?”

He straightens to his full height, towering over her. “You’d release him, swear to never harm him, never cause him harm in any way?”

She nods. “My word is my bond, and I cannot break it.”

“Okay,” Sam says. He licks his lips. “What does being your pet entail?”

Her mouth curves in the darkest grin he’s ever seen. “You’ll live out your natural life, your brother with you, if you can keep him. And when you die, your soul is mine. I’ll do with it what I please, for as long as I want, but you won’t go to Hell. That, I swear.” 

He closes his eyes and thinks hard, but there is no other way. “Alright,” he answers. “Deal.”

She kisses him, lips warm and soft, and he endures it. As she pulls away, she says, “Go back to him, little brother. Revel in the knowledge that, if you can keep him alive, he’ll live a long, long time.” She reaches up to pat his cheek. “For a human.”

 

 

Title: soldier

Fandom: The Terminator

Disclaimer: not my creation; just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for the basic premise of the movies

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 100

Point of view: third

 

 

It will never stop.   It cannot stop.   All it knows is the tracking, the chasing, the killing—all it was created to do, for. 

It is not flesh and blood and bone and tissue and will—it is metal and electricity, bit parts to keep the whole moving. If one part fails, the rest can and will compensate. It cannot be reasoned with, cannot be bargained with; it has no pity, no mercy, no compassion.

It is the terminator, created to exterminate the remnants of the human race. And it will never stop, has no reason to stop the hunt.

 

 

Title: ‘til infinity burns

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: “All Hell Breaks Loose” never happened

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 290

Point of view: first

 

 

           Sam, m’boy, you know you’re missin’ somethin’, right? Some integral part of your father and brother that you don’t have. You’re a mighty fine actor, Sammy. Flawless. But I know. And so do you.

            Your daddy and big brother care, Sam. They love people, even with all their faults. It’s why they hunt what they call the darkness. But you… oh, you don’t. You only have room in your heart for one person, son, and that’s your brother.

            And you pretend so well you fooled yourself. You wanted to be normal, to feel, so you fled to California and chose a girl and made her believe you loved her.

            Tell me, Sammy—did you ever notice how similar to your brother pretty little Jess was? Same hair, same eyes, nearly the same height, same sense of humor, same music… she was home to you, Sam.

            Of course she had to die. Just like your brother will die if you continue to defy me.

            Don’t fret, son of mine. Do as I say and your brother remains untouched. Even protected. Why do you think he’s survived so long?

            Don’t give me that look. What happens next is up to you. I can’t return what’s missing from you, that tiny piece of humanity that burned with dear Mommy. I can’t extract from you what I gave that night, the sacrificial blood I dropped on your tongue.

            Nor would I if I could. You’re my favorite, the best and the darkest, the only one that might be standing at the end.

            So, Sammy… what’s it gonna be? Refuse my offer and he dies. Take my offer… and he’s yours forever, to have and to hold, ‘til infinity burns. 

            Well, m’boy? What’s it gonna be?

 

 

 

Title: some to misery are born

Fandom: “Supernatural”

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from William Blake.

Warnings: um… abstract? Highly symbolic.

Pairings: nada

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 200

Point of view: third

 

            He holds the world in the palm of his hand. There is fire in the east, ocean to the west, mountains in the north, deserts to the south. Wind howls in all four corners, shrieking and screaming. Pained voices, weary and primeval, join the discordant chorus, begging for mercy.

            He holds the world in the palm of his left hand, an ebon dagger gripped with his right, and he has none. Red liquid drips from the blade, the stench of blood, cloying and dried, in the air.

            Please, don’t do this, the pretty girl begs. If the distraught matron still had her tongue, she’d join in. It won’t fix anything, and you know it!

            The wise crone says nothing. She knows. She’s always known, and never did a thing.

            Maybe not, he says, staring at the world. It’s not so much, not so big, when it all comes down to it. But I don’t care. He looks at her, at her pale blond hair, at her large doe eyes. I’m miserable, he tells her. So the world can suffer with me.

            His brother died yesterday. Always yesterday, no matter how many tomorrows the calendar turns. 

 

            … and the world falls.

 

 

Comments

[dreamlittleyo.livejournal.com]

Ooh, like. Love Sam's imminent fall, because how else can he possibly answer that offer?

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!