*sighs*

[tigriswolf]

I've had a shitty day so far.  Give me a character to kill.







Max
Bobby
Sam
Castiel
Ruby
Ruby
Tessa
Alistair
Missouri
Death
Ruby
Ruby
Joshua

Comments

[psi-neko.livejournal.com]

Max or Uriel.

[psi-neko.livejournal.com]

I'm hope that you feel better.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Kill Bobby! I like him, but let's have some fun :D

[mimblexwimble.livejournal.com]

Aw, feel better soon...

I don't know how killing him would help, but... Sam? (*is sick*)

[tigriswolf]

Hmmm...

[tigriswolf]

The cage door swung open and Sam knew better than to leave. The deputy said, “What’s that mean?”

Sam swallowed, closing his eyes tightly and trying not to sob. “It means Dean failed,” he whispered.

“Dean?” the deputy asked.

Chuckling, caught between anger and despair, Sam said, “My brother. The guy you were with.”

He didn’t look over or answer when she demanded, “Your dead, serial killer brother?”

Anger won out. These stupid backwater fuckers killed his brother. Sam crawled out of the cage and stood to his full height, popping his back. He absently shushed the deputy and listened. Someone was taking care to move silently, but Sam zeroed in on their position.

Stupid backwater fucker. Dean’s killer.

Sam slunk into the shadows and waited for the dumbfuck to come into reach. He had no idea how many of them there were, but he’d kill them all.

He missed one.

[dreamlittleyo.livejournal.com]

aww! *hugs* I hope this exercise in potential violence helps--torturing fictional characters always works for ME, so I'm rather glad to know I'm not alone.

How about Castiel? Not because I DISLIKE the poor guy, but because I have great faith in your ability to make it GOOD. *clings to you*

(p.s. I haven't seen last night's episode yet -- so feel free to kill him off with spoilers aplenty, but let me know so I can put off reading until later this weekend if so? *wink*)

[tigriswolf]

*snuggles tight*

As to last night's ep, it wasn't the one I've been waiting for, but still pretty good.

[tigriswolf]

Castiel has only spent a moment in Hell, in all his existence. He was given a task and he completed it, retrieving God’s chosen from Alistair’s grip.

He remembers Hell as fire and screaming, as sulfur and wailing, as pain and pain and pain—

“Welcome to my worktable, angel,” Alistair croons, coating ashes onto Castiel’s wings. “Let’s see if we can’t dirty you up a little.”

Father will save him. Unless this is Father’s design. Unless this is part of Father’s plan, and he will be here forever, until the war is over, until Father can spare the power it’d take to bring him back to Heaven.

“Oh, so gorgeous, angel,” Alistair purrs, slicing along Castiel’s flank and lapping up the blood with his forked tongue. “Tasty, too.”

Castiel prays for strength. This is not part of Father’s plan. His brothers or sisters will come for him. They will.

“You took my favorite from me,” Alistair tells him. “My star pupil. That boy could’a gone far, but you took him away.” Castiel gasps as Alistair snaps his left wing, wrenching it around at the base. “Think of this as paying a debt.”

Whispering Father’s name, Castiel looks past his tormentor, imagining Heaven’s perfect street and never-ending sky.

“I know what you thought about,” Alistair whispers, and the words twine about Castiel’s mind, dragging him back to the Pit. “Lookin’ at my boy, at those large eyes, at those plump, pretty lips. I know, angel.”

And Alistair laughs, “Why do you think you’re here? No one’s comin’, kiddo. Just you and me.”

“No,” Castiel murmurs.

Alistair smiles. “Lust is a sin, brother. And sinners are mine.”

[wellew.livejournal.com]

RUBY RUBY RUBY RUBY RUBY

Ahem, I mean uh...Ruby would be interesting.

[tigriswolf]

*snickers*

[lucywiggin.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear about your day:(
Kill Ruby!

[tigriswolf]

How would you like your demon served today?

[noybusiness.livejournal.com]

Tessa. For the same reasons as Dreamlittleyo above.

[tigriswolf]

Hmm... kill Death, eh? That can be managed.

[cattraine.livejournal.com]

Ruby! Please.

[tigriswolf]

Who do you want to kill her?

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Oh, I just thought of this-KILL MISSOURI!!! ...please?

[tigriswolf]

Any particular way in mind?

[layne67.livejournal.com]

Ruby please?

[tigriswolf]

How do you want her to die?

[caffienekitty]

Death. Not a reaper. Death. The one that loaned Alastair a sickle and doesn't ride a pale horse.

*grins evilly*

[tigriswolf]

Ooooh.

Who would you like to kill Death?

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

Nothing like torturing fictional folks to take the edge off, hmm?
I hope you're better, now.

[tigriswolf]

Oooh.

[selenecorvinus.livejournal.com]

no, thats so tragic. oh wow amazing fic.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[dreamlittleyo.livejournal.com]

Oh ouch, BEAUTIFUL!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[dreamlittleyo.livejournal.com]

Aaaand, I have no idea why it dropped my comment down there. I could've SWORN I hit the right reply button... but apparently I fail. I'm off to scroll up and let you know where that comment was SUPPOSED to go.

[tigriswolf]

*snickers at you*

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

Squeeeeee!!! Awesome job!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[malamysza.livejournal.com]

great ficlet and so delicious!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[edenemilie.livejournal.com]

awwwww :( i love Missouri!!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[cordeliadelayne]

Eek! Poor Castiel. Nicely done :D

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[dhark-charlotte.livejournal.com]

Joshua *hides

[tigriswolf]

By the time Alec’s collected Max’s barcode, Joshua is up and growling. He rushes Alec, but while he’s got size and strength, he’s nowhere as fast as an X5. Alec slips around him, punching him hard in the back of neck.

Joshua whimpers through his snarling and goes down. Alec grabs his knife from the ground by Max’s head and pounces, slides it cleanly through Joshua’s neck. He checks his timer; barely enough time to get back to White. He glances down at Max and Joshua, at their accusing eyes.

Enough time get to White before his brainstem exploded, but also enough to time to find a mirror and try to dig it out himself. Better to be dead than a slave again.

He doesn’t look back at the corpses as he hurries into the decrepit house in search of a mirror.