Lindsey McDonald (morallydamaged) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-10 13:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | lindsey mcdonald, peter petrelli (future) |
Who: Lindsey McDonald and Peter Petrelli
What: Angry Sahrvin demons
Where: Condemned apartment building a few blocks away from the firm
When: Late evening
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Sahrvins were the demon mafia of the underworld, right after the deceased Archduke Sebassis and his kin. They ran in small, tight knit groups and treated each member of their circle with respect. Very intelligent and vicious, it was no wonder a member of the Los Angeles clan had made it into the Black Thorn And when an outsider killed one of their own, the act was unforgivable and revenge was to be extracted. They were just the kind of demons Lindsey would have gotten along well with.
If only he hadn't massacred much of their clan a little over a year ago, assisting Angel in destroying the Black Thorn.
It had all started with the sound of a small child screaming from beyond the open door of one of the condemned apartment buildings that littered the block. The sound caught the ear of Wolfram and Hart's CEO, clearing his head with a late night walk away from the building. The next thing he knew, he was facing three very angry Sahrvin demons, one of which was holding a mini tape recorder (he was never going to forgive himself for falling for that one) and Lindsey was unarmed.
His odds had been better at the bar when he'd been far more outnumbered and armed with a sword and a karaoke singing demon, but after ten minutes of fighting (or so he guessed), one Sahrvin lay dead in the debris of the old living room, a metal spike driven through its back and he was down to two.
The bigger of the two went for Lindsey as his partner stepped back. Lindsey managed to block three of the hits before a fist in the stomach sent him to the ground. He managed to get back up on his hands and knees, just in time for another kick to the stomach sent him sprawling again. He ended up sprawled on his back just beside the couch, blinking away the stars as his ribs screamed in pain. It didn't take long for a clawed hand to snag the leg of his jeans and pull him free of what remained of the couch.
Which happened to be a rusty old spring that created the demon's demise. It gurgled in pain after Lindsey used the piece to nearly decapitate it and scrambled out of the way. The Sahrvin dropped to its knees and then unceremoniously landed face down, shoving the spring deeper in with a sickening wet sound. Lindsey backed away slowly, listening for the last remaining demon.
He came from behind, grabbing a handful of t-shirt and throwing the lawyer. Lindsey hit plywood and then hard ground, the noises of the night becoming louder as he realized he'd just exited the building. He heard the soft thud as a pair of feet landed nearby as he tried to get up again, the considerable abuse he'd already taken slowing him down.