Claire Winchester (née Bennet) (regenerating) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-28 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben braeden, claire bennet (future), eve levine |
WHO: Claire Sandy Bennet, Ben Braeden, Eve Levine, TBD.
WHERE: what's usually Winchester & co house; the street outside; A.I.'s lockup building next to the Hyperion.
WHEN: Tuesday, November 28 2006; evening.
WHAT: Trying to kidnap Ben Braeden is generally regarded as a really stupid plan.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: narrative "log" & thread; in-progress.
This kid, this story-telling, lying, horrible little kid was ruining everything. "Sandy" had wanted to remove him from the equation since the first made-up video of her and that Dean Winchester being all happy and engaged, but he hadn't been worth the trouble then. Plus, he was going to prove useful in her coming plan to bring down the 'white hats' once and for all. Every year she had a new one, but this one was going to be the one that did more that pick off a few important players. This would end them all. Then Even had gone completely around the bend and she'd looked again to the kid, if it was him that was responsible and, if so, how he'd done it. Did he have pull with someone? Was he not really a kid, just something that looked like a kid? Still a curiosity, but not an immediate issue when she had other things to be doing for business and pleasure. But now the boards were filling up with people all questioning their lives or believing they had amnesia and she was annoyed and feeling possessive and those two emotions didn't mix well in her world. This was supposed to be her plan and now all these people were jumping on board to claim what other people wanted to hear, probably for stupid small goals, rather than the expansive greatness of her goal. They weren't as well-trained as she was going to make her sexy little priest, which meant they were bound to screw up and then the faking-amnesia-awareness plan would have been used and revealed, making her plan that much harder to execute. That made her very cranky. The house, in the end, hadn't been hard to track down and disabling the phone lines had been a snap. Sure, they had cellphones, but what was the kid going to do, text an angel? Ultimately, she'd been certain her ruse to draw him out would work and, just as she'd predicted, the little kid's need to save people appeared to override his good sense. There were no bombs, the 'trigger' in her hand was just a taser with extended reach, and if he believed she wasn't going to hurt him, he was a moron. After what he'd said about her being adopted, he was going to pay, because there was one thing that was guaranteed to rouse an actual depth of emotion and that was the subject of her father, killed years ago by these very same 'good guys'. While she'd, for a moment, been tempted at the idea of her dad somewhere alive, that had quickly been erased by the adoption claim. As the seconds ticked down to the arranged time, she smiled and slipped out of the tall shrubbery fence in their neighbor's yard, feet in the unwarded part of the driveway. Of course, she had no way to know that the entire driveway wasn't part of their superwards. Logically, Ben knew it was suicide to leave the house. He knew Eve and Castiel would have holy cows if he so much as stepped a foot off the porch. But he also knew that if he didn't get far enough away from the house, fake life Claire would blow it up, or if the bombs were fake – as he hadn't noticed anything like that near the house when it was outside an hour ago – she'd come in for them, right where Castiel and Eve couldn't go. He knew if his grandma woke up from the nap she was taking, he was going to be in so much freaking trouble. But he also knew if he woke her up, she'd expect to defend him, and with Megan to protect to, Ben couldn't let her get hurt because Claire thought she was a psycho right now. Besides, there still wasn't anything to ground him from that he really cared about, not with his family still split up and out there. So he stepped off the porch and went down the driveway in the direction of the end, where angel mojo could work, but he wasn't unprepared. In his hands was a gun, already held up in clear preparation to be used. It was just a gun, not supernatural like the Colt, but it had the advantage of being the most accurate weapon in the house. He didn't want to have to use it, he didn't want to have to face his dad if he used it, but if Claire tried something and angel mojo didn't stop her, he'd have to use it to take her down and then shoot her in the spot that kept her down until they had her somewhere safe. A little voice reminded him of the last time he'd tried to hurt someone to save his family and how he hadn't been cut out for killing then, even though in his eyes Ruby had deserved it. He just wasn't as tough as the rest of them, but he'd have to be this time. He would. Standing there in the driveway, she watched the kid come toward her with the gun raised. Cute, thinking a gun would do him any good with her. Clearly, he didn't know as much about her as he thought. This was going to be easy, almost disappointingly so, wasn't it? "Aww, baby, are you gonna shoot me? Go on, right in the chest," she said, tapping over her heart as she laughed, the sound soft but utterly confident. If he actually shot her, she might be a little impressed. A little, which didn't count for much, when all she could think about was tasering him, dragging him back to Wolfram and Hart and then dragging out of him, or ordering to be dragged out of him, everything he knew and had been doing. What she hadn't counted on was an angel already aware of her being outside the house and her feet being in an angel free-for-all zone, rather than the no-fly zone. |