|heroinexruby (heroinexruby) wrote in the_last_stand,|
@ 2008-10-24 15:41:00
|Entry tags:||mephisto, ruby|
WHO: Ruby and anyone
WHAT: Ruby is just thinking
WHEN: October 24, 7AM
Ruby sat back in a booth, a plate of french-fries settled comfortably in front of her. Next to that plate was another about the same size, filled up with a soup of ketchup. Rain poured viciously outside, her head against the foggy window just staring at it. Fuck it. She was having one of those days. The days were she would stare out into no where, thinking about her life before…this. Before chasing the Winchesters, before the paranormal shit, before she became a demon. It was a blunder why she remembered her life as a human. Most demons didn’t. But she did. And it made things way more complicated than it should be. As she stared out the window, for some reason she thought about all the slaughtering and killing she saw.
Dammit, she didn’t want to care. She didn’t want to care about those dying civilians. She didn’t want to care about what happened to the unforgiving world. It treated her like shit, but why did she care? Why couldn’t she be one of those hardcore demons? The ones where they kill and feel nothing about it. Why couldn’t she get those hardcore slaughtering masturbations without feeling remorse. She was a damn demon for crying out loud!
God, there were edges you couldn’t work off on a punching bag. There were things that were missing even if you burned yourself out until the sweat ran as fast as the blood in your veins. Yeah…before you knew it, you lost your edge.