The bang had come from outside. Claire looked around for a weapon, and settled on the first thing she could find: a plank of wood with nails in it. Creeping forward, she carefully opened the door and peered outside.
I got this.(("Look out! She's got a board with a naaail in it!!" )) "I know you're in there, risen one. The angels had no right to bring you back, but it was not your fault. Give yourself up quietly, and I will send you back to an eternal rest" called out Jason, quickening his pace now, the element of surprise gone. Jason secreted his gun away so he'd look non-threatening, ready to yank it out and fire in case this freak gave him trouble. Still... they probably hadn't asked for this.
Claire hid the plank of wood behind her back and slowly tip toed out. She looked at Jason, trying not to appear afraid. "You want to send me back to the afterlife?" she asked, throwing the wood away, "By all means, feel free." She dropped her arms by her side. "Just make it quick."
edited 9th Feb '12 11:10:26 AM by ACrackInTime
I got this."Finally, one who actually accepts my request" announced Jason, sounding actually a bit happy. He took out his gun, spun it a few times and stopped a few feet in front of her. Jason raised the gun, and cocked it, pointing straight at her head. "Any last words?" he asked, executing a version of this trope which wasn't malevolent.
"Yes. Give the Angels hell for me." Claire kept her voice calm. Closing her eyes, she waited for Death to come again.
I got this."Ha, wonderful. I promise you, I will" he agreed, slipping out of his serious demeanour for a moment, and fired a shot with keen accuracy at her head. A clean shot, instakill, and no pain. 'Rest in Peace' he thought, as the bullet travelled.
edited 9th Feb '12 11:25:43 AM by BigDaddyP
Claire fell to the ground, her body still. After a few moments, a pale yellow figure, her ghost, floated into the air.
edited 9th Feb '12 11:28:08 AM by ACrackInTime
I got this.Jason waited, in case something else happened. It had been quite anticlimatic, but he wasn't going to say anything and risk jinxing it. Instead he checked the count of bullets in his weapon, made a note of it, and sheathed it, the clasp open for quick draw. Maybe the angel that had raised her would be around. Perhaps it had even been a trap for him.
A banana"I'm afraid you can't do that..." Suddenly, a hunchbacked figure appeared. "You remo-mo-moved your soul from your body. But it's still bound to this E-earth."
I got this."Hey Old Man, I've killed plenty of revived humans and this is the first time this has happened. The revived are brought back by angels and infused with their power. Without their bodies to contain that power, they should go to eternal rest, and be unbound" he argued, facing the hunched over figure now. "Or do I have to kill the angel that revived her?" asked Jason, crossing his arms.
A bananaY-yup-yup... By a-any chance, was she given something o-odd?
Just then. Claire woke up. Again.
A bananaO-oh no... I-i think you should watch out little g-girl.
Claire looked up at the old man. "I'm 21", she spat, sitting up. The wound in her head had healed, with no sign of a scar. "The Angel is mad. It wants to feast off me, but every suicide attempt means that it can't. I could, metaphorically speaking, kill myself lots of times to remove the Angel. But doing so will result in a fate worse than death: when the Angel cannot gain any more power from me, it'll leave me as an empty shell: forever." Claire spoke in a monotone voice, as if the Angel was using her as a mouth piece.
A bananaN-no, you misundersta-ahem. Were you given something by a "weird" m-man?
"Claire was not given anything at all. She went to the warehouse, came out, and Jason shot her. A foolish mistake! That's two murder attempts now, and Claire is running out of energy! I have been forced to possess Claire's body. Any other attempts and I shall leave Claire an empty shell, for eternity." The Angel inside Claire spoke in the monotone voice.
A banana...You met up with a God, didn't you. W-well, I'll introduce myself. I a-am an old man. An old man who has d-devoted his life to the research of angels. I researched texts, scoured ancient buildings, and i have been close to death, m-many times. After...an incident, i was left as a pa-pathetic, stuttering mess. And somehow, i'm alive. G-girl, you possess dangerous power there. Your s-sparks are not only supercharged t-to the point of being dangerous, but i have a feeling that there is something inside you...that is far greater than any 110 s-socket. Meanwhile "knock knock" "knock knock, anyone home" The voice (yes, voice.) came from outside of Harry's door" "TOOOOPOFTHEMORNINGTEASPOTNIGHTINGGALEINGNATIUSJOS- EMARIAITALLIANOMEXICANOSPIFFYSPIFFYSPAMEGGSAUSAGE- AND-BAAACOON!!!!!!"
edited 10th Feb '12 4:06:56 AM by eternalNoob
"Claire's power surge dates way back to when she touched that live wire to kill herself. Sensing that she had enough power to light a city for a year, I resurrected her. And now, now that I am in her body and becoming one with her, I can tame her abilities." Claire's Angel stared on, straight ahead. "Soon, I'll be in full control of her, and will be able to act just like her. No-one will know the difference. It'll be just like before she killed herself."
A bananaAnd y-your arrogance is the reason you're in these lower lifeforms now, isn't it? Claire, is it? I h-have a proposition. I-i have f-found something of great value. It's a-a place that can solve all y-your problems.
edited 10th Feb '12 4:14:04 AM by eternalNoob
"You may call it arrogance. But I..." For the first time since it had spoke, the Angel's voice showed some emotion. Instead of the monotone voice it normally had, it spoke in Claire's voice. "Call it an All-You-Can-Eat buffet!" The Angel let out an evil laugh and ran away. Claire knew about the Angel's possession of her body, but she really didn't care anymore. She wanted to die, but wanted to die peacefully. She willingly let the Angel possess her, and didn't care what it did.
A bananaI have in my p-p-posession, a location to a library. I guess you're wondering why you sh-should care about something like this b-but...ahem But this library has secrets. It's 'lot like those forbidden archives you see in books.. And that place holds lots of sec-... cough, cough
"Hey, Angel?" "Yes, Claire?" "Do I really have enough electricity to power a city for a year?" "Yes, you do." Claire felt a sense of pride. She, a plain old Jane Doe, had enough power to fuel a city for a year. "Do I have the power to drain a whole city of its power?!" she asked. The Angel smiled. It knew that it had picked the right person to possess. Underneath the shy person, there was a daredevil. "Where were you thinking?" it asked. "Keep walking. I'll lead you to the City's power source."
A bananaG-g-g-great. Oh...cough cough.
Noob, I'm miles away from you now. You can't hear what my character is saying. The Angel stood on top of a large hill overlooking the city. "Look at all that power! A feast fit for an Angel!"
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