Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

[righteously]

Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Castiel, Ciri, Geralt, Jaskier, Sam Wilson, probably others that I'm forgetting
When: Last week and a half of May
Where: Cadens, the bad lands, and the Winchester-Harvelle house
What: Demon Dean triggers his master plan to snatch Ciri and take her to the singularity to portal him off-world. The gang catches up and things get violent before Dean is eventually subdued and cured.
Warnings: Demons trying to be as demonic as possible, with all the gross violence and mean language that entails. Also, needles.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛' 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦
𝐼𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒
𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐴 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝐴 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤
𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤

Comments

[righteously]

( He feels it a split second before it happens — like the way hair stands on end before a lightning strike. It feels like goosebumps at the back of his neck, it feels like something charging. The coalescence of power, of fuel, waiting to be sparked. Engine fuel, waiting to ignite. He whips around, but not even his reflexes are fast enough to stop it before it happens.

She's gone.

The faintest flicker of movement has his eyes snapping to where she lands some fifty feet away. He pulls out his rifle. Aims it at her.

She's gone again, further this time — a hundred and fifty feet. Fifty yards. Even as a human he could still make this shot easy. As a demon, it's practically fish in a barrel.

There's a crack from his gun as loud as thunder. Two inches to her right, a bullet embeds itself into rock, sending a spray of dust and pebbles exploding around her. Before the dust settles enough to see clearly again, he calls out: )

Next one won't miss! Don't think I won't just blow your brains out to be petty.

( Frankly, if it seems like he can't catch her before she gets away, and it's a choice between her escaping or him killing her and ruining his own plan? Screw it, he'll find a plan B. Demons are nothing but spite and blood. If he can't have her, nobody can. )

Jump again and see if I'm bluffing. Do it. Go on. I wanna see if your daddy cries when he finds the body. Do it.

[wiedzminka]

[ Unfortunately for Ciri, she knows that her own limitations are going to hit before the demon's -- if it has any. She's already not at her best, tired and dehydrated, having all-too-recently gone through the weeks of captivity, near-starvation and fucked-up rituals. On a good day, she can get four or five short jumps in a row before needing to recharge for at least a couple of minutes. Today is not a good day.

Before Ciri can blink out of the way again, the jagged rock outcropping by her head explodes with a thunderous bang, showering her with debris.

This will have to be enough.

The demon thinks this is an escape attempt; it's not. She knows she can't get far enough like this, after her attempt at portalling away for good had failed so thoroughly. No, her main plan was always to leave as many clues for Geralt as possible, and keep relying on him -- considering there's pretty much nothing else she can do.

The threats barely register. Her focus is on her surroundings. Ciri grabs the side of the now-broken large rock, using the sharp edge to slice open her palm, smearing blood along its side. It might look like she stumbled, startled by the gunshot, grabbing the rock for support.

She doesn't respond, but neither does she move again.

As the demon approaches, Ciri palms a rock shard, and at the same time sends Geralt a flurry of disjointed messages containing only descriptions of what she can see around them before Dean puts the blindfold back on. ]