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Tweak says, "lookin very Makey Outy tonight"

wantedthedevil (wantedthedevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-10-18 18:02:00

Entry tags:

abby, clint barton, lucifer, meg

WHO: Lucifer, Abby, & Clint Barton
WHAT: Lucifer's human, and Abby & Clint have no issues enacting justice.
WHEN: October 18th; Afternoon
WHERE: Downtown Colligo
RATING: R (violence & character death)

Lucifer had decided that it would probably be best to get away from the communal lodgings for awhile. Apparently, murdering someone younger than you was rather seriously frowned upon by the people gathered here, and being seriously unable to defend himself anymore, surrounding himself with individuals with the potential to strike out against him was not the wisest of ideas. The locals didn't seem to care one bit that he'd struck someone down in cold blood, less than he himself actually seemed to care about it, so wandering around in the crowds of hapless and near mindless bodies that filled this place set him a little more at ease. Especially as it allowed him to block out the feeling in the back of his mind like he was missing something that would tell him just why he shouldn't have done what he did. Morals, ethics, a sense of common decency, all of that were far, far beyond him, but none of them seemed to strike the right cord in being what would tell him the reason he would regret his actions.

Not that he did at the moment. No, there was absolutely nothing in him that cared a thing for the girl that had gotten in his way. No thoughts had been paid to her, specifically, since the second that her body was out of his sights. Instead, whatever thoughts had drifted back in that direction had been towards his mind, his current human state, and whatever backlash he may suffer because of others' disapproval. Lucifer kept waiting for one of the Winchester boys to pop up and finish things once and for all.

After all, who would pass up the opportunity to shank the devil?

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becauseihaveto
2012-10-19 01:52 am UTC (link)

Although Abby still didn't understand how she was able to move about in sunlight, and definitely wasn't quite used to doing so after so many years of living in the dark, that didn't mean she wasn't willing to take advantage of it when necessary. Like now, for instance. Discovering that someone had murdered a young girl, and from what Abby could tell was wholly unapologetic about having done so, was almost more than she could take. The thought of that same man - and she was using that term very loosely - staying in such close quarters with other children, including the girl's own twin brother and infant sister, was even worse. So, at least as far as Abby was concerned, there was only one solution to the problem.

He had to die.

Finding him wasn't very difficult, really. She might look human, and once had been, but truth was she was a vampire now and, with that stigma, came a few perks. Heightened senses - especially a sense of smell - was one of them and she had no qualms using it to her advantage to hunt the jerk down. Fortunately, he had managed to wander far enough away from the communal housing that Abby didn't have to worry about trying to lure him from there either. Also fortunately, at least for her, she had yet to eat today too. Which meant not only was the guy going to get what was coming to him, he was going to suffer quite a bit before he died. Because unlike all of those movies and books written about her kind, being bitten was not pleasant. It burned and itched and hurt in a way that few could hardly imagine. And the more you struggled, the worse it became.

Of course, the downside to ripping the guy's throat out meant that he'd have to be killed fairly quickly by the man who had joined up with her to do the deed. Abby didn't think that would be too much of a problem, but she really did need to time things just right to ensure that's what happened. Because while the thought of letting the guy come back as a vampire, then letting him blow up in the sun, was definitely one that made her smile coldly, Abby wasn't willing to risk him doing so around innocent people and destroying more lives even as his own came to an end.

No, this was better. And, as he finally came around the corner and into view, Abby decided it was time to get started. Stepping out of the shadows, directly in his path, she appeared every bit the unassuming young girl that people always took her to be. Barefoot, wearing an old fashioned gown that hung to her knees, she let her arms hang loosely at her sides as she met the man's gaze unflinchingly.

Then, in a quiet, calm tone of voice she announced simply, "You really shouldn't have killed that little girl."

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wantedthedevil
2012-10-19 02:13 am UTC (link)

Had Lucifer encountered her at any other point in his life, he wouldn't have been at all unnerved. To be true, he wasn't horribly unnerved at this very moment. She didn't make the picture of a threat, barefoot and bedraggled in a nightgown that looked as though it had been manufactured sometime in the last century, if that. She looked as though a good swift breeze could take her down, and Lucifer was having a hard time working up the desire to be frightened in the face of it all. Even as he knew appearances could be wholly deceiving, it really did strike him that most often than not, these holier than thou types weren't able to back up their judgments on others with any real muscle.

"What's that, sweetheart? You think I care?" Lucifer asked, a bit of a crack in his voice on the latter words, but not enough to really make it seem as though he was doing anything but taunting. Which, he was, in essence, even if his mind was trying to make this into something that it wasn't to his conscious self. "She's just another warm body made cold, another human pest eliminated from the world. Why do you even care? I doubt she meant anything to you. Even if you could remember."

Even if any of them could remember anything that might be going on here beyond what they already knew.

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becauseihaveto
2012-10-19 02:24 am UTC (link)

Abby's jaw tightened a bit at his words but, aside from that, she gave no outward appearance that she was at all bothered by what he had to say. She simply stood there, silent and unassuming, waiting for him to finish. Once he had, she waited another few seconds before slowly smiling icily at him.

"Actually," she said in that same quiet tone of voice, "you should care. Not about her, maybe, but about what's going to happen to you. That you should care about. A lot." She shrugged slightly, falling silent as a couple meandered past. Once they were gone, she offered Lucifer that same icy smile from moments earlier.

"I'm really going to enjoy this, you know," she admitted. "It's been a very, very long time since I've been able to feel justified in my kills. I've missed it." Cocking her head to the side, she asked curiously, "Anything you want to say? Since you seem to like the sound of your own voice so much, I guess it's only right I give you a chance to speak some last words. As pointless as they might be."

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wantedthedevil
2012-10-19 02:38 am UTC (link)

Her kills? Of all the things that Lucifer expected to come out a mouth that young who wasn't possessed, that was not even anywhere remotely on the list. Maybe if Lilith had been in charge of her, but while there were plenty of humans here who had once been deceased but were now alive, it didn't seem to work that way with his demons. Not that he was complaining about that, really, but it would have been nice to have some back up in situations like this.

"Last words are for people with remorse and regret, who need to salvage their own soul. Mine's been damned for awhile, so just get on with it," Lucifer said, staring her down.

It wasn't that he particularly wanted to die. That was the last thing he wanted. He'd killed his own brother, an action that had pained him deeply, in order to prevent it. But while he could have run, it was unlikely that that would have done anything to prevent the end result that was facing him. He was human: weak and pathetic. There wasn't a thing he could do in order to fight back.

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tobeunmade
2012-10-19 02:50 am UTC (link)

Not that running would have helped Lucifer much even if Abby wasn't faster and stronger and all around better than his current human state. He could have tried, of course, but at that moment Clint came up from his other side, bow in hand and something else at his back with his quiver. If Lucifer did try to leave, he was fully prepared to put an arrow in his leg to stop him. He was a helpful guy like that.

He'd heard the tail end of what Abby had said and was kind of concerned over her comment about kills, but not overly much. Tasha had been killing when she was as young as Abby, if not younger, and she'd turned out all right. He'd learned a while ago not to judge stuff like that. He liked Abby. She seemed okay. Killing people didn't change that.

"It's almost a little disappointing when they don't beg or plead or try and justify their evil, evil ways," he said dryly. "Sorry I'm late...like I said, had to pick up a few things. But I'm here now and we can get this party started. So, you're making him suffer right? That was the plan?" He was sort of glad to get to see it, if he was being honest. While he was on the side of the angels these days, or at least on the arguably good side of the morally ambiguous spectrum since SHIELD wasn't exactly all good all the time, he hadn't always been and he could still appreciate someone who knew what they were doing.

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becauseihaveto
2012-10-19 03:24 am UTC (link)

The corners of Abby's mouth quirked upward into a bemused sort of grin at Clint's approach. She was glad he was there. Not that she had any problem killing this guy herself. She really didn't. But it didn't seem right, to make a deal with someone that they could do it together, then have to do it all on her own because he didn't make it in time.

Of course, now that he was there, Abby was all too happy to get started. But first, she couldn't resist a quick reply as her gaze slid to the man who was carrying... a bow, of all things. Not too phased by the unusual choice of weapons in today's modern world, she simply said, "Oh, he'll definitely suffer. I promise you that." Then she looked back to Lucifer, that same coldness returning to her smile as her eyes took on a predatory gleam.

Then she was on the move. Faster than the human eye could hope to follow, she was on top of him, her face having morphed into something wholly inhuman. With a loud hiss, she leapt onto Lucifer and wrapped her legs around his middle so he couldn't possibly get her off of him. Grabbing his head with both hands, she jerked it to the side - careful not to do it too hard lest she break his neck and ruin everything before she'd even gotten started - then screeched loudly before sinking her suddenly visible, razor-sharp fangs into his neck.

The skin gave way like butter against a hot knife and his blood rushed to the surface. Drinking deeply, Abby continued to hold on tightly to ensure that he didn't stumble away from her. Because she knew it was only a matter of seconds before the pain would really hit and he'd do what every human before him did. He'd try to shove her off. And when that didn't work, because it never did, he'd finally collapse. It was then that things got tricky, as gravity had a way of disengaging her from others during that pivotal moment, but Abby had learned a few tricks over the years and put every single one of them to use now in order to stay connected to the man's jugular for as long as she dared without killing him outright.

After all, she'd promised Clint the kill. Her job was simply to exact a bit of torturous revenge on behalf of the girl he'd killed... and the girl's twin brother, who had been left behind.

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wantedthedevil
2012-10-19 03:37 am UTC (link)

She might as well have been one of his demons with that way that the change overtook her so dramatically and she became something wholly and utterly inhuman. Lucifer had taken a staggering step backwards, directly into the path of the bowman who had appeared, commenting upon his lack of begging or pleading, likely there to keep him from running away. But that didn't seem to be an option. His heartbeat soared as Abby launched herself at him, latching on in more ways than one, the pain searing through his entire body in a way that he had never known before.

He hadn't wanted to start screaming. It hadn't even been a conscious decision on his part. It seemed, almost, as though the sounds were issuing from someone else, and he was hearing them from a long distance away, the cling of her body as he tried to thrust her off and the pain of her teeth gnawing into his neck obstructing everything else that his conscious mind might have made of the situation.

That was, if his conscious mind hadn't been racing in utter confusion and desperation, so much so that he even called out to his Father, begging for him to end it, to provide some intervention, for something to happen. Perhaps he deserved it. Perhaps it was what was warranted for his existence, but he couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the pain and the agony and the uncertainty of it all, and he just wanted it to stop somehow.

His legs buckled underneath him of their own accord at some point, the pain and blood loss becoming too much for his body to stand, and sent him crashing towards the ground. But even without the necessity to hold himself upright, the pain just became more intense.

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tobeunmade
2012-10-19 04:04 am UTC (link)

Yeah, he carried a bow. But only because he was better with a bow than just about anything else. Not that he was going to use it. He had a sword at his back to actually take Lucifer out. He figured finding the guy with arrows in him would sort of ruin the mystery of who had killed him. And Clint wasn't doing this for recognition or acknowledgement. He was doing it because it was a thing that needed doing and he could. This guy had murdered a little girl, left her brother alone in the world, and he hadn't even batted an eye. He certainly hadn't shown any remorse. So, he'd let Abby make the guy suffer, and then he'd finish him off and sleep easy.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting. He'd thought Abby was like Natasha, a girl trained to kill from a young age, dangerous but in a wholly human way. So when she moved, faster than any human could, her face changing and that shrieking noise escaping her, Clint was shocked. Holy hell, what the fuck was going on? And...okay, she was biting him and...had he become friends with a vampire? An actual vampire? That was new. But, really, he'd met two gods and been kidnapped to another planet and given a robot hand for no discernible reason. So, while he was a little shocked, he mostly let it roll off him, keeping his expression neutral and just tilting his head slightly to get a better look at the scene in front of him. That looked like it hurt. Which was good. He wanted it to hurt.

It probably made him a bad person, it almost certainly did, the way he enjoyed the man's screams and his twitching and his flailing and his please. But he'd killed a child and he deserved whatever he got. Maybe it was his own experiences growing up, but Clint held a special level of disdain for people who hurt kids. He could happily listen to this fucker scream all day before he finally killed him. Not that he would. People would stumble across this if they kept it going too long. That would only complicate things. He figured Abby would keep it up a little longer and then he'd step in and bring an end to things.

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evilbitch
2012-10-19 04:19 am UTC (link)

Meg had been busy biding her time with some nameless local, having a bit of fun, when she'd realized something was wrong. It started as a tug, somewhere in her gut, then quickly spread through her entire being until she knew, absolutely knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that her Father was in trouble. It was an odd sensation, to be certain, and definitely something she'd never felt before, but Meg wasted no time in reacting to it the only way she knew how.

Snapping the neck of the pathetic local in one swift motion, she disappeared from where she stood and reappeared a virtual instant later a few feet away from where Lucifer was being attacked. Eyes instantly turning black as she struggled with the blind rage she felt at the sight, Meg immediately began marching toward him with her mind already offering up various options at her disposal. Seeing Clint there caused another twist in her gut but she wasted no time in stabbing him directly in his shoulder - directly where his anti-possession tattoo was located - and giving a viscous twist and yank to rip the skin apart.

Without missing a single footstep, Meg continued on her way, finally reaching the small... whatever in the hell it was, that was currently ripping out Lucifer's throat. "Get away from him, you tiny little pissant," she hissed out, black eyes gleaming with pure rage as she grabbed the girl by the hair and yanked her away from the former Archangel. Twisting on her heel, she threw her arm outward and sent the girl flying through the air. Then she cast a quick glance at Clint, offering him a smirk.

"Sorry about that, hotshot, but nobody fucks with my Father and gets away with it," she stated simply. Then her attention went to Lucifer, as she instantly dropped to her knees and forgot all about everything else around her.

Until, that is, the little vampire bitch leapt onto her back. Peering down at Lucifer, Meg's brow furrowed slightly as she sighed. "Well, damn," she muttered just as the girl sank her teeth into her neck. Tossing Lucifer a wink despite the pain that had begun to course through her body, Meg opened her mouth into a silent scream... and immediately left the meatsuit that she'd been using as hers for longer than she really cared to think about.

Then she promptly took over the first one she came across. It was only fair, she figured, as she settled into Clint's mind and forced his consciousness into a small cage in the back. He'd been inside of her. Now, it was her turn to take him for a test drive.

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wantedthedevil
2012-10-19 04:25 am UTC (link)

And then the pain was gone. Or at least, the immediate searing pain of having someone trying to rip out his throat was gone. The dull intense ache of missing skin and muscle and oozing blood remained along with something creeping through his veins that Lucifer wasn't entirely able to name. Half lidded eyes, struggling against unconsciousness, were able to spot the delightful and relieving sight of his daughter. He had never been fond of his demons, not in the sense that he believed most of them assumed that he was. He believed them to be worse than humans, twisted in their fallen state and decidedly more disgusting, but in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a huge swell of fondness for one that he could have easily ranked among his most loyal, if not near the top of that list.

It was a shame that he couldn't tell her that, but any attempt to speak in the moment would probably only have one results, and Lucifer didn't particularly like the idea of choking on his own blood.

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tobeunmade
2012-10-19 04:37 am UTC (link)

The sudden, sharp pain in his shoulder was a shock, and he stared at Meg in confusion. Her father? What the fuck? He only managed to keep hold of his bow by force of will, and his other hand immediately came up to cover the wound. That was seriously the last time he was having sex with a woman who gave off crazy vibes. It didn't matter that they were usually great in the sack, it never ended well. Ever. And now he'd just been stabbed and she had flung Abby through the air with freaky mind powers and this was so far above his pay grade. Seriously...what ever happened to crazy dictators and ninja assassins? His life had turned into evil gods with magic cubes, alien planets, vampires, and chicks with black eyes and psychic powers. This wasn't what he'd signed up for when he'd joined SHIELD.

Then Abby and Meg were fighting and he almost cheered when Abby got the upper hand and bit Meg. He'd liked her, but she'd just stabbed him and she was trying to protect that bastard who'd murdered a kid. She might have been a good fuck, but he wasn't exactly weeping over her imminent death. Except then she screamed and black smoke came out of her. He stared, shocked and unable to move, as the smoke rushed at him.

"What the..." He didn't get any more than that out before the smoke was filling him, choking him, and there was something forcing its way inside of him, into every part of him. He struggled, but couldn't stop it from forcing him into some small, blocked off corner of his own mind. It was like Loki all over again, except entirely different. Still, he couldn't miss the similarities. This was worse and it was better, worse because he could still see everything and he knew how wrong it was and that someone else had taken over, and better because at least she wasn't making him like this. Still, he screamed in outrage in his own head even as his eyes turned inky black.

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evilbitch
2012-10-19 04:49 am UTC (link)

If Meg hadn't been so focused on Lucifer, she might have felt something for the man whose body she was currently using. Not necessarily affection but not really amusement either, it was something she couldn't quite label or even really identify at all. But it didn't matter. Because her focus was on Lucifer and nothing else, not Clint screaming inside of his own mind, or the vampire bitch sucking the blood out of a meat-suit that Meg had grown a bit attached to wearing, or anything else at all, mattered in the slightest. Because her Father, her very reason for even existing, was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Approaching his body with careful steps, making sure to keep her back to Abby so she wouldn't see her black eyes, Meg - who now, she supposed, would have to go by Clint for the time being - stared down at Lucifer with an expression that was as close to concerned as she was capable of feeling. It was obvious he was dying. He had minutes left, if that. And it was equally obvious that a vampire had been his attacker. Quickly going over the various, yet still quite obscure, things Abby had said - both on the network as well as to Clint, in a private conversation where they'd apparently cooked up this scheme in the first place - Meg realized something with startling clarity.

If Lucifer died from his wounds, he would become what Abby was.

It made sense, she supposed. Why else would the little bitch let someone else kill him? Why not just take the kill for herself? No, that had to be the reason. Meg was willing to bet everything she had, and was, on it. Which she realized she was pretty much going to do as she slowly reached behind her and wrapped her hand around Clint's sword.

"Lowest of the low," she murmured, knowing Lucifer would understand the reference to vampires - creatures who were nothing more than bottom feeders and not even worth the effort it took to kill them - and hoping that would be enough to let him know that the only reason she was doing this was to prevent him from becoming that which every other "monster" in existence despised. Then she drew Clint's sword, an expression of utter devotion stealing across her features for the briefest of seconds, before bringing it down in one swift, striking blow across his neck.

The deed done, and her Creator dead at her own hand, Meg turned Clint's head toward Abby. The vampire was sitting on her haunches, watching the scene unfold with a blood-stained face that had once again resumed its human guise. Meg's former meatsuit was lying before her, the odd angle of her neck serving as proof that the vampire child had broken it mid-feeding. Likely to prevent her from rising from the dead as well.

If the bitch hadn't just sealed Lucifer's fate, Meg could almost respect her for that. Instead, though, it took everything in her power to keep her expression neutral as she simply tipped her head at the girl then turned on Clint's heels and strode away. She had things to do, a new meat-suit to find, a lot to think about, and Winchesters to avoid. And she sure as hell wasn't going to get any of it done while standing around, staring at the little freak that had taken her Father away from her.

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